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Courtesan Ch. 01

By: Goodhusband



"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.

I find it ironic that a population that prides itself on liberty and personal freedom can be so intolerant of individual differences in sexual preference.

Dr. Richard Norman

Professor of English Literature at Maple Hills Community College

My mother and father wanted me to be a nurse. I became a bar maid instead. I'm very happy with my life. My only regret is that I disappointed my parents.

Trisha Denton

Bar maid at Benny's Saloon, Janderville, Texas

As we become increasingly certain that we have finally discovered the truth, we tend to forget that there is still, almost always, an alternate explanation.

Jason Mathews, Attorney at law

It was 7:30 on a blustery night in late October. The sun had gone down over an hour ago. A light drizzle and the bitter bite of the frigid wind made it a miserable time to be outside. Sadly I had no choice. I had to wait for my wife.

I was huddled in the doorway of Smithson's Jewelry Store. In a futile attempt to stay warm I'd pulled the collar of my coat up over my ears and I was blowing on my hands. It was a Thursday night. The store had closed at six. The sidewalk in front of me was deserted and dark. The only illumination came from the street light on the corner and the lights surrounding the main entrance to The Whetmore Building directly across the street.

The firm of Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds occupied the entire fifty-second floor of the fifty-four story Whetmore Building. My wife, Kelly Mason worked for Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds.

JTandR as it was commonly known to it's employees was a very elite investment firm. Kelly was an administrative assistant to Martin Jackson, the senior partner and Chief Executive Officer of JTandR. Martin Jackson was a very wealthy man. He was also one of the most influential power brokers in our city.

My name is Timothy Jamieson. Everyone who knows me calls me Timmy.

I guess you could say that I was a writer of sorts. I worked for one of those local advertising newspapers. You know what I'm talking about, they're those skinny little publications that get stuffed into your front door a couple of times each month. The one I worked for was called The Southwest Crier. I edited advertising copy. The job didn't pay very much, but the hours were good. I also got a lot of extra time to work on my novel.

Oh yes, I'm one of those guys who has a dream. Someday I'm going to write a best seller, or at the very least a book that gets published.

My wife makes a whole lot more money than I do. Actually the disparity in our incomes makes mine nearly inconsequential. The Crier pays me just over two thousand dollars a month. During her first year at JTandR Kelly earned nearly a hundred and fifty thousand dollars and this year she's on track to make almost double that.

Kelly's rise in the firm has been meteoric. JTandR hired her right out of college. She started as an assistant to one of the corporate analysts. Apparently she made an immediate impression, because four months later she was working as an assistant to the three partners and the following December she was made a special assistant to Martin Jackson. As I already mentioned, he's the head honcho. 

My wife is a gorgeous 5'4" fireball with naturally blond hair.

There's an athletic club located on the third floor of the Whetmore Building. JTandR provides a membership for Kelly as part of her compensation. She makes daily use of the exercise machines. Those regular workouts help my wife maintain a trim athletic body that draws admiring glances from every healthy adult male she encounters.

Of course those glances may also have something to do with Kelly's most notable attribute, or maybe it would be more precise to say attributes. My wife is well endowed, I mean spectacularly well endowed. We're talking about a pair of double D's on a five foot four inch, one hundred and fifteen pound frame.

Kelly laughingly refers to her breasts as both her gift and her curse. She freely admits that since the age of fifteen her bosom has garnered her privileges, male attention and special treatment that other girls didn't get; but she's also quick to point out that her huge breasts and blond hair have made it very difficult to get people to accept her as anything but a mindless bimbo.

I suppose that was one of the reasons that Kelly was attracted to me. Ironically, I'm not a breast man. I happen to be an avowed butt man. Now my wife does have a very cute little bottom, but it's no where near as spectacular as her bust.

Actually I was originally attracted to Kelly's brain. We met as Sophomores at Kelroy College. We were enrolled in the same creative writing class. My wife loves to write poetry and she's very good at it. About three weeks into the semester she was asked to read one of her poems to the class. The poem she chose described a little girl's feelings as she chased a butterfly through a rose garden on a sunny summer afternoon. It took my breath away.

After class I waited in the hallway for Kelly. I really don't know where I found the courage to do it. I was a pathetically shy, slightly effeminate, scrawny little wimp. Kelly was gorgeous and very popular. Kelroy was a small private college; everyone knew everything about everybody. I was well aware of the fact that Kelly only dated handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. She was way out of my league.

When she stepped out of the classroom I walked up to her and just barely managed to stammer out the words, "Kelly I thought your poem was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I've ever heard."

I'll never forget her response. My future wife stared at me for a moment and then she started to smile. "Really? Do you mean that?"

Kelly's smile encouraged me and made me bolder. I smiled back and said, "Yes I do mean that. When you were reading it I actually felt like I was in the garden with the little girl."

"I have lots of poems, I write them all the time. Would you like to hear some more?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Are you doing anything right now?"

I shook my head. "No, but..." I was starting to get scared.

Kelly noticed my distress. In the softest most gentle voice I've ever heard she said, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I promise I won't hurt you." She took my hand. "Come on, let's go to my dorm room. I'll make us some hot chocolate. I'll read some of my poems to you and then maybe you could read something you've written."

We became immediate friends and it wasn't long before we were best friends. We wrote poetry together, studied together, read novels together, watched movies together and listened to music together. Two weeks after that first meeting we were nearly inseparable.

The only thing we didn't do was date. Kelly continued her habit of exclusively going out with handsome fraternity guys and muscular football players. To make matters worse, she had a reputation for being easy. The campus rumor mongers all called her the blow job queen of Kelroy College. On Friday and Saturday nights I not only had to sit at home alone, I had to do it knowing that there was a high probability that the girl I was madly in love with was getting fucked by another guy. 

I never complained, but one afternoon I did gather enough courage to ask Kelly about it. I'll never forget that day. We were studying in her dorm room. I'd already fallen desperately in love with her and I had to know if the rumors were true.

I set my book down and nervously watched Kelly. She was engrossed in her own book and didn't notice me. I made a little noise. She looked up. When she saw me staring at her she asked, "What is it?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Timmy, you're my best friend. You can ask me anything."

"It's very personal."

Sighing, she set her book down. "I suppose you want to know about the rumors?"

I nodded. "Yes, but you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Kelly shook her head. "No, I meant it when I said that you could ask me anything." She took a deep breath and then she quietly whispered. "I'm sorry Timmy, but they're all true. I love sex and I especially love sucking cocks. I probably am the blow job queen of Kelroy College."

I stared at the floor. Her frank admission shocked me. I didn't know how to respond.

She reached over and took my hand. "Timmy, I'm sorry if I shocked you, but you're my best friend and I think I'm falling in love with you. I don't want to lie to you. I don't ever want to lie to you. Do you hate me now?"

I looked at Kelly and shook my head. "I'm falling in love with you too. I could never hate you."

She kissed my cheek and then she pushed me down on the bed. Once I was lying on my back she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my tiny cock. 

I'd seen enough other guys in locker rooms after gym classes to know that I had a very small penis. I looked at her with an embarrassed expression and said, "I'm sorry, it's not very big."

Kelly smiled at me. "I get to play with plenty of big cocks. This one is yours and because it's yours it will always be my favorite."

She leaned over and kissed the tiny head of my erect penis and then she put it in her mouth and started to suck it. Kelly had caught me completely off guard. Even in my wildest dreams I'd never imagined that something as wonderful as this might happen. 

I came immediately. I tried to warn Kelly, but there really wasn't much time. As it turned out, it didn't actually matter. Even after she realized I was ejaculating Kelly kept my cock in her mouth and greedily sucked up all of my semen. 

As soon as I was finished ejaculating Kelly looked up at me and smiled. "It's okay Timmy, you can always cum in my mouth. I love the taste of a guys semen."

She sat up and pulled her sweatshirt over her head exposing her huge breasts. Tossing the shirt onto her dresser, she asked, "Timmy, do you like my big boobs? Lots of guys on this campus would give anything to be able to touch them and now you get to play with them anytime you want. All you have to do is ask."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't.

Kelly laughed. "You're absolutely speechless aren't you baby?"

I nodded.

Kelly unfastened her jeans, pulled them down to her ankles and kicked them off. Now all she was wearing was a tiny pale blue thong. 

I took a deep breath and whispered, "You're beautiful."

"There isn't another boy in the entire world that I would rather have looking at me." Kelly lay back on her bed, hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties, pulled them down to her ankles, pushed them off with her feet and lasciviously spread her legs. She was shaved. 

I stared at her cunt. I couldn't help myself. I'd looked at lots of pictures of naked women in magazines and on the Internet, but this was the first time that I'd ever seen a bare pussy in real life.

Kelly noticed my fascination and laughed. "This is the first time you've ever seen a girls cunt, isn't it Timmy?"

My mouth dropped open in shock. Kelly was my goddess. I'd never imagined that she could use such a coarse word.

She chuckled when she saw my dumbfounded expression. "You'd better get used to that Timmy, I love to talk dirty when I'm making it with a guy."

I was completely befuddled. I didn't move. Actually I was paralyzed and I couldn't move. I just sat on the foot of the bed and continued staring at Kelly's naked sex. 

She started laughing. "You could spend the rest of the evening looking at my pussy, but I was sort of hoping that you might want to try licking it."

I gasped when I heard her suggestion.

Kelly misunderstood the gasp and frowned. "Don't you want to lick my cunt? Don't worry, it's not dirty or nasty, it's fun." She smiled at me. "I did something for you, now I think it's only fair for you to do something for me."

I had to pull myself together. Kelly was getting the wrong idea. I not only wanted to lick her pussy, doing it was my ultimate fantasy.

Quickly shaking my head, I said; "No, I want to do it. I want to do it more than anything in the entire world."

She giggled. "That's a lot. Well what are you waiting for big boy? Go for it."

I took a deep breath and very tentatively kissed the lips of Kelly's sex.

"Oh yes Timmy, that's right. Just kiss me for a minute. That feels so good."

Kelly's response gave me confidence so I kissed her again, only this time I was more aggressive. Kelly quivered. I closed my eyes and kissed her even harder. Now it was her turn to gasp. I felt her moisture on my lips. I knew that girls got wet when they were excited, but this was the first time I'd ever felt that moisture.

"Timmy use your tongue, give my pussy a French kiss."

I pushed my tongue into Kelly and for the very first time in my life I tasted a woman's sex. My entire body tingled with excitement. 

"Lick me Timmy. Lick my pussy like it's a big lollipop." She giggled. "That's what I always do when I start sucking a cock."

I was a very good student. I did exactly what I was told to do. As soon as I started licking her, Kelly responded by giggling with delight.

I quickly understood that I got a thrill from giving pleasure to this beautiful woman. I began to experiment. Kelly held her breath when I licked her with long slow strokes and she started giggling again when I licked her quickly. 

I decided to try to tease Kelly. I placed my tongue at the base of her pussy and began a tortuously slow climb through her cleft to the top of her cunt.

When she realized what I was doing Kelly started giggling and said, "Timmy that's cruel."

I looked up at her. "Do you want me to stop?"

She burst out laughing. "Absolutely not!"

I pushed my tongue back into her and continued my climb. When I got to the top I found her engorged clitoris. I'd read enough erotic stories on the Internet to know exactly what it was. I kissed it.

Kelly shrieked.

I got scared and pulled back.

She sat up. "No baby, don't stop. That was wonderful. Please kiss me there again."

As I said earlier, I'm a very good student and I do exactly as I'm told. I kissed Kelly again only this time I used my tongue when I kissed her. She shrieked again, but this time I didn't stop. This time, while I kissed her I also flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. Kelly started laughing hysterically. I kept flicking her clit with my tongue. She went wild and responded by grinding her hips against my face.

Suddenly, without any explanation, Kelly stopped laughing and grinding her hips. It felt like all of the muscles in her body had locked up. She took a deep breath and lay perfectly still for a moment and then, after taking another deep breath, she started to scream. It was a high pitched, blood curdling scream.

I pulled back. I was afraid that I'd hurt her.

Kelly's entire body began to shake and she started laughing again. Quickly realizing that she was having an orgasm I relaxed and watched her. Several seconds passed before her body stopped shaking and her laughter turned into low cries. Gradually the cries became soft whimpers. Several more seconds passed and then she was quiet.

Kelly lay perfectly still for almost a minute and then she sat up and smiled at me. "Timmy you just gave me an orgasm. Very few guys are capable of doing that. Sweetheart, you just became my favorite lover."

I knew that her words were meant as a compliment, a wonderful compliment, but there was also subtle message in those words. It was a message that made me feel sad. When Kelly told me that I'd just become her favorite lover she'd also implied that I wouldn't be her only lover.

I couldn't help myself. I bit my lower lip and stared sadly at the floor.

Kelly studied me for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy, what's wrong? We just had wonderful sex."

I looked at her. After a moment I quietly said, "If I'm your favorite lover, it also means that I won't be your only lover."

Kelly thought about that for a moment and then she sighed. "Timmy you're my best friend and I think I might be falling in love with you. Baby I promise you that you're the only guy who has my heart; but Timmy honey, I''m afraid that you're going to have to share my body. At least for now." She smiled at me. "Sweetheart, I love sex. At this point in my life it's a huge adventure for me." Holding up her large breasts, she giggled and said, "You have to admit that I'm built for fucking." She picked up my hand and held it to her breast. "Baby, before I finally settle down I want to experience as many different men as I possibly can." Kelly leaned over and kissed my cheek. "But I do promise you that you'll always be my number one man. Can you live with that?"

I stared at her for a moment and then I smiled. "Yes, I think I can."

Kelly sighed with relief. "Timmy, thank you for being so understanding." She kissed me lightly on the lips. It was a tender kiss, not hot and passionate, but filled with love. And then she reached down and wrapped her fingers round my penis. It was sticking straight up. 

Giggling, Kelly said, "It looks like somebody is ready for round two. How would you like to eat me again and after I cum maybe you'd like to try fucking me."

I stared at her. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.

She grinned at me. "If you're going to be my number one lover you're going to have to fuck me once in a while."

"Is it safe? I don't have any condoms. I don't want to get you pregnant."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy you might just be the nicest boy in the entire world. Yes, it is safe. I'm on the pill; but thank you for asking. Most guys aren't so considerate. It should also be safe for diseases. You're a virgin so I'm not worried about you and I always make the guys I date wear condoms." She poked me in the stomach. "You're the only guy who gets to fuck me bareback." She giggled again. "But you'd better not let me catch you fooling around with any other girls."

I held up my arms. "Hey you don't have to worry about that. I won't ever play around with any other girls, I promise."

Kelly stared at me."Timmy that's silly. I was just teasing you. You don't have to make that promise to me. Especially after I just got done telling you I'm going to keep dating other guys."

I shrugged. "It's not exactly like there's a crowd of girls lining up to go out with me."

Kelly laughed. "When the other girls on my floor find out that the scream that they heard a little while ago was me having an orgasm because you were eating my pussy, you might just find yourself overwhelmed with invitations."

Suddenly a little thrill rippled through me. At the time I didn't know why the idea excited me so much, I just knew that it did. Later I figured out that it was the first of my submissive cuckold fantasies coming to the surface. I kissed Kelly on the cheek and said; "I give you permission to freely date as many guys as you like, but I promise that I will always remain completely faithful to you."

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy are you being serious? Do you really want to make that promise?"

I nodded.

She took a deep breath. "Baby that is so hot." 

Kelly smiled at me and then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Eat me Timmy, give me pleasure, make me cum."

I buried my face between Kelly's thighs. At that moment the only thing I wanted was to give this woman pleasure.

That afternoon I brought Kelly to two more orgasms with my tongue. After she recovered from her second orgasm she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and wiggled her finger at me. "Come on studman, it's time."


Courtesan Ch. 01



I nervously climbed on top of Kelly, pushed my tiny erection into her sopping pussy and started pumping like a madman.

Kelly giggled. "Timmy honey, you have to put it in me before you start doing that."

I stopped moving and looked at her. "I am inside you." Suddenly I realized the implications of her comment. I rolled off of her and buried my face in my hands. I was humiliated.

Kelly sat up, put her arm around my shoulder and whispered to me. "Timmy I'm sorry, I didn't..." She stopped. I think she realized that there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. Instead she just held me. After several minutes she whispered into my ear; "Timmy you're still my favorite lover and your cock is still my favorite cock."

I laughed. It was a sarcastic laugh. "Oh yeah? You can't even feel it when I'm making love to you."

"No Timmy, you're wrong. When you're making love to me I do feel it." She sighed. "Yes, it is true; you have a tiny penis and maybe it doesn't feel as good as it does when a guy with a big cock is fucking me." She stared into my eyes. "Timmy those guys are just fucking me. They pump their big cocks in and out of my cunt until they shoot their load and then they send me home. Sure it feels good." She laughed. "No, actually it feels wonderful. But Timmy, tonight you made love to me. I had three magnificent orgasms with you. Timmy you're the first guy that has ever been able to do that for me."

I looked at her. "Really?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, really."

I smiled. I was starting to feel better again.

Kelly sensed the change in my mood. "All right cowboy, it's time to get back in the saddle and start riding again." She grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back on top of her.

I resisted. "Why? Those other guys are much better at fucking you than I am. Why bother with me?"

She shook her head in exasperation. "Because it's you dummy. I love you and I want you to fuck me. Yes, there are other things that you do better and there are other guys who are better at fucking me than you are; but that still doesn't mean that I don't want you to fuck me."

I thought about this for a moment and then I said, "Okay, but you have to promise that you won't laugh while I'm doing it."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Okay, I promise."

It was wonderful and afterward we cuddled in her bed until it was time to go to the dining hall for dinner.

I thought about the first time Kelly went out on a date after we'd become boyfriend girlfriend. It was the Friday night after that wonderful Tuesday when we first made love. A fraternity guy named Wendell Foster was taking her to dinner at the Kensington Grill. The Kensington Grill just happened to be the fanciest restaurant in our city. 

When Kelly told me about the date she grinned and said, "Wendell's just taking me to that fancy restaurant to impress me. He thinks it'll give him a better chance to get into my panties." She winked at me. "A hunk like Wendell could buy me a hot dog at a convenience store and still get into my panties." 

We both laughed at her joke.

The night of her date I sat on the bed in Kelly's dorm room and watched her get dressed. After she was done putting on her makeup she turned to me and said, "Timmy are you going to be jealous tonight?"

I thought about her question for a moment and then I said, "I'll probably be envious, but I don't think I have to be jealous."

Kelly stared at me. "I don't understand."

I shook my head. "Kelly Mason, you're an English major. You know the difference between jealousy and envy, don't you."

"Of course I do." She took a second to think and then she smiled. "Yes, now I understand. Envy means that you wish that you had something that someone else has. Tonight you're going to wish that I was with you rather than Wendell."

I nodded.

She continued. "But jealousy is the fear that someone you love is falling in love with someone else." 

Kelly stood up, walked over to the bed and kissed me. "Timmy you never have to be jealous. You're the only man I'll ever love."

Kelly Glanced at the clock and her relaxed manner suddenly changed. "Look at the time! It's seven o'clock. Wendell is probably already downstairs waiting for me."

After checking herself one last time in her mirror, Kelly quickly grabbed her purse. As she was opening the door to leave she paused for a moment and then she turned back to me. "Timmy will you please stay here. I would love to be able to see you when I come home tonight. I don't think I'll probably be too late. I expect that after dinner we'll go right back to Wendell's apartment so that he can fuck me. I'm pretty sure that he'll want to take me home as soon as we're finished. The only real question is how often can he get it up." She giggled. "If he turns out to be a real animal I'll give him a blow job to slow him down a little. They don't take much time and there isn't a guy alive who doesn't love them."

I smiled at Kelly. "I would love to wait here for you."

She leered at me. "Will you eat my pussy when I get back. I promise I'll make Wendell wear a condom."

I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Kelly smiled and then she sighed and said, "Timmy I really do have to go. I should be back around midnight." 

As I nodded to her she blew me a quick kiss and ran out the door.

After she was gone I tried to study, but I couldn't concentrate on biology or European History so tried reading a novel instead. That didn't work either. I couldn't stop thinking about Kelly and Wendell. In my mind I could picture every second of their date. 

I saw them walking into the restaurant holding hands.

I pictured them flirting with each other during their dinner. Kelly hung on every word her date said and laughed at all of his jokes. 

After dinner I imagined Kelly taking Wendell's arm. Pressing her body against his, they walked out to his car. When they got to his car...

I shook my head. Enough! I was going crazy. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. I didn't know what I was going to do. Sitting in Kelly's room waiting for her to come home was turning out to be unbearable. Suddenly a solution popped into my brain. It was obvious. I sat down at Kelly's desk, turned on her lap top computer and started typing. 

The title of the story was "Kelly and Wendell". It was almost midnight by the time I finished it. I hoped that Kelly might want to read it when she got back from her date so I left her computer turned on. 

I was just about to lie down on Kelly's bed so that I could take a short nap when she opened the door and walked into the room. 

As soon as she saw me, she smiled. "Timmy I'm so happy to see you're still here. I was worried that you might have gotten bored and decided to go home."

I shook my head. "No I told you I'd wait here until you got back." I shrugged. "I'm just that kind of a guy, I'll always wait for you."

Kelly grinned at me. "And that's why I'm falling madly in love with you Timothy Jamieson."

"So how was your date?"

Sighing, Kelly said; "It was wonderful. Wendell is an absolutely magnificent fuck..." Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "I'm sorry Timmy, that wasn't very sensitive. Does it bother you when you hear me say that?"

I shook my head. "Not if it's true." Then smiling at her, I asked; "So tell me, why was he so good?"

"Do you really want to hear that?"

"Yes, I think I do. This is a big part of your life right now and I want you to be able to share it with me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"Okay. Timmy, Wendell got three erections tonight. Most guys can only get it up twice and on his third erection I thought he was going to go all night long. I'm not exaggerating Timmy. The last time I think he fucked me for over a half hour." Kelly giggled. "I'm a little sore down there right now."

"Would you rather wait to fool around until tomorrow night?"

Grinning at me, Kelly shook her and said; "Oh no, I think your sweet little tongue is exactly what I need to soothe my poor little pussy right now."

Kelly sat down on the bed next to me and rested her hand on the inside of my thigh. "So what did you do while Wendell was busy fucking my brains out?"

We both chuckled at her crude comment and then I smiled proudly and said, "I wrote a story."

Kelly's eyes lit up. "Really? What's it about? Where is it? Can I read it?"

"It's called, Kelly and Wendell. It's on your computer and yes you can read it."

"Kelly and Wendell? Really? I can't wait to read it. Maybe I could read it aloud while you lick my pussy."

Kelly pulled up her skirt and sat down at her desk. She wasn't wearing any panties. I was certain that I saw her put on a pair when she was dressing for her date so I asked, "What happened to your panties?"

"I let Wendell keep them as a souvenir." Kelly shrugged. "I thought it was the least I could do. The dinner at the Kensington Grill was really expensive."

I laughed. "You shouldn't feel too guilty, after all you did let him fuck you three times."

"Let him? Honey child when I saw Wendell's great big dick I would have begged him to fuck me." Giggling, Kelly spread her legs, snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor near her feet. "Now get over here and start eating my cunt little boy. I've got a story to read."

My entire body tingled with excitement as I got off the bed, crawled between Kelly's parted thighs and pressed my lips against her recently fucked sex.

That started a tradition for us. Whenever Kelly was out on a date I used the time while she was gone to write a story. When she returned home she always read it out loud to me while I kneeled on the floor between her legs and licked her pussy.

As I stood huddled in the doorway of Smithson's Jewelry Store an overwhelming sense of sadness permeated my soul. I tried to tell myself that my low spirits were caused by the cold wet rain and the dark deserted street in front of me, but I knew that wasn't true. I understood exactly why I was feeling so blue. It was the horrible task that I was facing. I wasn't waiting outside my wife's office so that I could meet her, I was hiding in that doorway so that I could follow her.

About a year ago, the demands of Kelly's job increased dramatically. After she was promoted to the position of administrative assistant to the three partners she had to start working longer hours. Her new work schedule included many evenings and some weekends. 

At first, these longer hours weren't a problem. I was pleased that Kelly enjoyed her work and of course as her salary increased we both reaped the material benefits of her efforts. Kelly was also very careful to make sure that when she was at home we always had an opportunity to spend some quality time together.

During this time our sex life continued to flourish. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to present myself as some sort of Don Juan. Believe me, I'm not. I already told you about our first sexual encounter. I have a tiny penis and I tend to cum quickly when I try to have normal intercourse.

Because of that Kelly and I had developed a rather unorthodox sexual relationship. In the bedroom my wife had gradually become increasingly assertive with me. Actually, dominant might be a better term. I hadn't resisted this change, in fact to be totally honest, I'd encouraged it. I'd discovered that I had quite a submissive streak. 

Kelly continued to teach me how to please her orally and it wasn't long before she was spending hours on her back enjoying orgasm after orgasm while I licked and kissed her pussy and eventually her ass. 

While it was true that Kelly had quickly become the dominant partner in our relationship, she still loved me and once she was well satisfied she always finished off one of our lovemaking sessions by giving me the sweetest little blow job I could possibly imagine. 

By the time we were married we were only having intercourse on special occasions. It really wasn't a conscious decision on either of our parts. The truth was, my tiny penis made intercourse frustrating for both of us and we had a much better time when we pleased each other orally. I do have to admit that I spent a lot more time pleasing Kelly than she did me, but I didn't care. I loved eating her pussy and her ass.

Kelly's ass, yes I do lick my wife's asshole, or at least I did when we were still making love. I'll never forget the first time I did it. It was about a month after we started having sex. Kelly didn't have a date so we were spending the evening studying together in her dorm room. Once we were finished we decided to find a hot story on one of the cuckold web sites so that Kelly could read it out loud while I licked her pussy.

I'd discovered these sites one night while I was waiting for Kelly to come home from a date. I was still writing stories about Kelly and her lovers while she was out, but she was very popular and it wasn't unusual for her to have as many as four dates in a week. I was writing a lot of stories and they were starting to get repetitive. I needed some fresh ideas so I began searching the web. I found a veritable treasure trove.

I showed the sites to Kelly as soon as she came home. They got her so excited that we stayed up until dawn reading stories. We quickly fell into a wonderful routine. Kelly would read a story out loud while I kneeled between her legs and licked her pussy. She sometimes had as many as four orgasms during one of our story sessions.

On this particular night we found a story in which a dominant wife made her husband kiss and lick her asshole before she left for a date. Kelly was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her laptop computer was propped up on her night stand. I was kneeling on the floor between her legs.We were both naked. My face was buried in her sopping cunt.

As soon as she read the passage where the husband first kissed and then licked his wife's asshole Kelly grabbed me by the hair and lifted my face out of her pussy. "Timmy did you hear that?"

I nodded. "Yes I did."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "That is so hot. I don't know how she could get her husband to do that for her. He must really love her."

I'd been licking Kelly's pussy for about fifteen minutes. I was very excited and feeling extremely submissive. Looking up at Kelly, my face glistening with the moisture of her arousal, I said; "I love you that much."

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "Timmy are you saying that you'd be willing to do that for me?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I am."

Kelly gasped, but she was also grinning. "When?"

"How about right now."

"Timmy are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm very serious."

Kelly was silent for a moment and then in a mildly apologetic tone of voice, she said; "Timmy, I don't think I can do that for you. It's not that I don't love you, but..."

I patted her knee. "It's okay, I don't think you should do it for me. I wouldn't seem right."

I watched Kelly while she thought about what I'd just told her. Finally she looked at me and said. "I think I understand. It's kind of the same thing as when you told me that you still wanted to be faithful to me even though you knew that I was going to continue dating other guys."

I nodded. "Yes, I think that's right."

Kelly considered that for a few seconds and then she said, "It doesn't seem like it's fair, but I think that might be what makes it so much fun." 

I grinned at her and said, "I think so too."

Giggling, Kelly lay down on her stomach with the side of her face resting comfortably on a pillow. My entire body was tingling with excitement as I got up on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs.

When she felt me spreading the soft cheeks of her gorgeous ass Kelly breathlessly said, "Timmy this might be the most exciting thing I've ever done."

I slowly lowered my face to Kelly's rear. When she felt my lips touch her tiny anus she shivered with excitement. At first I just kissed her. Neither of us said anything. We didn't have to. We both understood exactly what was happening. I was pledging myself to my goddess.

Finally I tentatively extended my tongue and tasted Kelly's asshole for the very first time. It excited me and I wanted more so I pushed my tongue into her. 

As soon as she felt me exploring her Kelly got up on her hands and knees to give me freer access to her rear. I pushed my tongue even deeper into her. She responded by grinding her ass against my face. I reached between Kelly's legs and started rubbing her engorged clitoris while I continued kissing and licking her asshole.

That put Kelly over the edge. She gasped, I felt all of the muscles in her body flex and then she screamed. It was a volcanic orgasm. 

Afterward we searched for more stories that featured ass licking. It wasn't long before we encountered the term, anal worship. Kelly thought it was an apt description. From that night on, whenever we made love Kelly would roll over onto her stomach and say, "I think it's time for my little boyfriend to express his love with a little anal worship."

I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more, but I did know that the role that each of us was destined to play in our relationship was gradually becoming more clearly defined.

After Kelly received her first promotion I took on the exclusive responsibility for doing all of the household chores. The shopping, cooking, cleaning and laundry all became my duties. I didn't object. In fact I liked it. It also made sense to both of us. My job was much less demanding than Kelly's and while neither of us had ever voiced this, I'm quite certain that we both saw it as appropriate. My wife's dominance was slowly moving out of the bedroom and into the rest of the house. Bit by bit she was assuming the role of the dominant bread winner and I was becoming the submissive homemaker. 

Kelly enthusiastically embraced her developing role. She loved being the dominant partner in our marriage and she played her part to the hilt. When I served her a dinner that she especially enjoyed or she came home and found the house particularly clean she would joke that I had become the perfect housewife. My wife would giggle and tell me that I was the ideal mate for her. I could clean, cook and give wonderful head. The most amazing part is that I found her praise both gratifying and exciting. I loved my submissive status every bit as much as Kelly loved her dominant position.

Our life was still something out of a storybook. It maybe wasn't the typical storybook of our culture, but it was one that worked very well for us. Kelly worked hard at her job and supplied us with an ample flow of money. I kept the house and diligently tried to support her by trying to meet her every need.

It was last winter when I first noticed that things were beginning to change. Now, as I look back, I realize that the changes had been gradually occurring for almost a year, but they accelerated when Kelly was promoted to the position of special assistant to Martin Jackson. While that was just before Christmas I didn't really begin notice that something was happening until the first Friday in February. 

Kelly got home from work at about six. I was happy, on the three previous Friday's she'd had to work until ten or eleven o'clock. As soon as she walked into the house she kicked off her shoes and called to me, "Timmy honey, bring me a martini."

I was already making it. I knew my wife and I prided myself on my ability to anticipate her needs. Once her cocktail was ready I put it on a tray. Kelly always seemed to be pleased when I brought things to her on a tray. I set the daily newspaper next to her drink and carried the tray into the living room. 

My wife was sitting in her favorite chair. I set her cocktail and the newspaper on the table next to her and bowed politely. Kelly smiled at me and said, "Thank you Timmy, what's for dinner?"




Courtesan Ch. 01



"I made a marinara sauce this morning. I stopped at the store on my way home from work and bought a chicken breast. I plan to dice it, saute it in olive oil with mushrooms and shallots, blend it into the marinara sauce and serve it on angel hair pasta. I'll make a small salad to go with it."

"How long will it take you to prepare everything?"

"About twenty minutes."

My wife picked up her newspaper. "I'm tired, why don't you start cooking now." She unfolded the first section and began to peruse the front page. 

For a moment I stood next to Kelly and waited. I was hoping that she would change her mind and invite me to get a martini for myself so that we could read the newspaper together and discuss the events of the week. Friday nights used to be special for us. We would have several cocktails, share a bottle of wine while we ate a nice dinner and then retire to the bedroom for several hours of sex.

That night my wife disappointed me. She took a sip of her martini, focused her attention on her newspaper and ignored my presence.

I left the living room feeling incredibly dejected. Once I was inside the kitchen I leaned against the counter and took several deep breaths. I told myself that Kelly had to work hard at her job and I tried very hard to convince myself that I shouldn't take it personally when she came home feeling tired and a little aloof.

I quickly prepared our meal. As soon as everything was ready I set the dining room table and called Kelly to dinner.

My wife took her usual place at the head of the table and I sat down next to her. Kelly had been working such long hours that we really hadn't seen each other for several days. I was hoping that we would spend a little time talking about our daily lives. I was very curious to hear about my wife's new duties at work. When I asked she just sighed and said, "Timmy I really don't feel like talking about work right now."

We ate our dinners in silence. As soon as we finished eating I stood up and started clearing the dishes. As I was taking them into the kitchen Kelly said, "Timmy the firm is just finishing a very important project. This weekend I'm going to have to work on both Saturday and Sunday."

I stopped and turned around. Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday. While Kelly and I weren't actually football fans we enjoyed the pageantry and commercials of the super bowl. We always watched the game together. It had become a special evening for us.

"Will you be home in time for the game?"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "I don't think so Timmy. You'd better plan on watching it by yourself. The firm is on the verge of completing a big merger. If the deal goes through everyone, including me, is going to get a nice bonus. There's an important meeting on Monday morning. All of the paperwork has to be perfect. I'm certain that I'm going to have to work very late on Sunday night."

I stared at Kelly. I was incredibly disappointed. "Why can't you get everything done on Saturday?"

My wife sighed. "Timmy I don't have the energy to argue about this." She stood up. "I have to work this weekend. You're not going to see much of me. Live with it!" Kelly stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

I finished clearing the table and cleaned up the kitchen. By the time I was done I was feeling very petty about making a fuss because Kelly had to work during the Superbowl. This was her job and she made an excellent income for us. Working long hours was difficult enough, she didn't have to listen to me complain about it. 

As soon as I was done with my chores I tiptoed to the bedroom, opened the door and peaked inside. The lights were off, Kelly was already in bed. I quickly undressed, slipped under the covers and put my arm around her shoulder. As I gently kissed the back of her neck I whispered. "I'm sorry that you have to work so hard this weekend. Please forgive me for being cross with you earlier."

Kelly ignored me, but as I lay next to her in the dark I was quite certain that I could hear her crying.

Things were better the next morning. When my wife got up I was making French toast. It was her favorite breakfast. The moment she walked into the kitchen I turned to her and said, "Kelly, I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have pressed you so hard about being home for the Superbowl. I know that your job is demanding. I was being selfish."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy, it was all my fault. Last night was Friday night. That's always been special for us. I may have been tired, but I still should have taken some time for you." She sighed. "Baby I know I've been neglecting you lately. I'm sorry, things should get easier after we finish this merger."

After breakfast Kelly took me into the bedroom so that I could go down on her. I gave her two orgasms. As soon as she'd recovered from her second orgasm she gave me one of her wonderful blow jobs. When I finished ejaculating we cuddled up together and slept in each others arms until the early afternoon.

Kelly had to go back to work at three. When I asked why she was going in so late, she smiled at me and said, "Everyone wanted to spend Saturday morning with their families. Now I understand what they were talking about." She kissed me. "Timmy it was a wonderful morning. Thank you so much for being so understanding." She turned. As she was walking out the door she said, "Baby I'm probably going to be very late tonight. You shouldn't wait up for me."

She was right. That night my wife didn't get home until 1:00 AM. The next night, Super Bowl Sunday, she didn't get home until 2:30.

Still, for awhile things were better. Kelly's mood improved and when she was at home, she tried to be a little more attentive. 

The improvement was only temporary. By early March Kelly was working late on at least two and sometimes as many as four nights a week. When she was at home her foul mood had returned and our sex life was dead.

Kelly also started traveling in March. Her first trip was to New York City. She left on a Tuesday morning and was home again by dinner time on Thursday. She explained the trip by telling me that the three partners were meeting with an important Wall Street investment firm. They were bringing her along to keep track of the paperwork. 

Four weeks later she had to go to Chicago and three weeks after that she accompanied the partners to Los Angeles. All of these trips seemed credible to me. The cities were all major financial centers and my wife did work for a firm that invested capital and bought and sold businesses.

It was in early May that she took the first trip that aroused my suspicion. Kelly and all three of the partners spent a week at a private estate near a well known golf community in South Carolina. When she told me about the trip I asked my wife why they were going to a golf resort.

She explained that the firm was about to attempt a hostile take over of a large well known corporation. The purpose of the trip was to get everyone together in a place where they wouldn't be disturbed so they could put together a strategic plan for the take over. Kelly's explanation made sense. I had to accept it.

After that her trips became more frequent and appeared to be increasingly less business oriented. In late May she spent several days at a luxury resort in Jamaica. In early June she went back to Evergreen. That was the name of the estate in South Carolina. At the end of June she spent a week in Hawaii. She took her first trip to Las Vegas in early July and by the end of the summer she'd made two more visits to that gambling mecca and four to Evergreen. She spent the Labor Day weekend on Cape Cod and in September she made another trip to Las Vegas and flew to South Carolina three more times.

When I asked her why she was traveling to vacation destinations rather than business centers, Kelly explained that they were trying to raise capital and it was easier to persuade potential investors to meet with representatives of the firm if they held the meetings in places that were fun to visit.

Again her explanation made just enough sense to make it plausible. Still, the fact was that my wife was gone more than she was at home and when she was at home, she was crabby, aloof and often stayed out until the middle of the night. It was clear to me that our marriage was falling apart. 

On the last Monday in September Kelly spent a rare evening at home. We ate dinner in silence. After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while she sat on the couch reading a magazine. As soon as I was finished in the kitchen I joined her in the living room. 

When I sat down on the couch next to her my wife didn't even bother to look up from her magazine. This was the final straw. I decided that I couldn't live like this any more. Something was wrong and I had to know what it was.

I took a deep breath and said, "Kelly we have to talk." 

My wife set her magazine down and in an irritated tone of voice said, "What's wrong now?"

I shook my head. "What's wrong? Can't you see what's wrong? You're rarely at home and when you are at home you barely acknowledge my presence. Kelly honey we haven't had sex in over two months. You used to love sex. You used to live for sex. Baby I'm worried, there's something drastically wrong."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy your constant whining about my job and our life is really beginning to annoy me. I'm working my tail off trying to establish some financial independence for us and all you seem to be able to do is harp at me about it. Well I'm getting sick and tired of hearing your petty grievances." She stood up and glared at me. "If you were a man and had a decent job, maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard. Now I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

Kelly turned and started to walk towards the bedroom.

I called to her. "Kelly we have to talk about this. We can't ignore it anymore. Our marriage is falling apart. Baby I'd rather be poor and happy than rich and miserable."

She spun around. "Timmy I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. Do you understand me? Not one more word."

Kelly turned her back to me, stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

For a little while I sat on the couch in silence. I just couldn't make any sense out of this situation. Before she went to work at JTandR Kelly never really cared much about money. Writing poetry, listening to music and taking the time to cook a nice dinner, those were the things that used to motivate her. Oh and of course sex. She always loved sex. Kelly lived for sex. It was the greatest joy in her life.

I shook my head. We hadn't made love in over a month and Kelly claimed that she was still being faithful. If that was true, then she was living a celibate life. Could a person really change that much in two short years? I didn't think it was possible.

I decided that my wife had to be having an affair. It was the only reasonable explanation for the radical change in her behavior. 

The problem with that theory was that it really didn't make any sense. Why would she bother to hide it from me? She'd dated other guys right up to our wedding day. I chuckled to myself. Her girlfriends told me that she had quite a bachelorette party. Apparently there were a half dozen very handsome men in attendance and my bride started the festivities by sucking all of their cocks while everyone else watched. I gather that things went down hill from there.

I never asked my wife to stop seeing other men. In fact on our wedding night I made it clear to her that if she wanted to continue dating it would be perfectly all right with me. I explained that I actually got a thrill out of being her cuckold. 

Giving up other men was Kelly's idea. She told me that she was grateful that I'd given her the opportunity to sow her wild oats, but now that we were married she wanted to try to be a faithful wife. 

If she'd started dating again, why wouldn't she just tell me? She had to know that I wouldn't care. 

Suddenly the answer became clear. It was the only scenario that made any sense. My wife must have fallen in love with another man. It explained everything; the frequent trips, Kelly's foul mood when she was at home, her late nights, her lack of interest in having sex with me and most of all her reluctance to tell me about her lover. It all fit together. 

When I realized that it was likely that I'd already lost Kelly my stomach churned and then I buried my face in my hands and started to cry.

I cried for over an hour. When I finally stopped and pulled myself back together I felt better. The emotional outburst had released tension and anguish that had been building up inside of me for the past several months.

I was able to think with more clarity. I now had a theory that my wife may have fallen in love with another man; but that was all it was, just a theory. I needed proof before I dared to confront Kelly. I also realized that there could be other explanations. It was possible that Kelly was either ill, or the pressure of her job had caused her to have a mental breakdown. I decided that I would wait and watch. If my wife had actually fallen in love with another man, there would be signs.

The next morning my wife's mood had not improved. 

When she walked into the kitchen I was making French Toast. I greeted her with a warm smile and said, "Good morning Kelly, I made your favorite breakfast."

She glared at me while she silently poured herself a cup of coffee and then she sat down at the kitchen table. When I offered her a slice of French toast she waved it away and in a monotone voice said, "I'm not hungry."

I sat down at the table and watched her sip her coffee. After a moment I said, "Kelly, you're not yourself. I think you should consider seeing a doctor."

My wife looked up at me. There was pure venom in her eyes. In an icy voice she said, "Timmy I am going to repeat what I told you last night. I work very hard at my job. It's taking all of my energy right now and I would very much appreciate it if you would stop harping at me every time I come home." Glaring, Kelly stood up, turned her back to me and stormed out of the kitchen.

I followed her. "Kelly I'm starting to wonder if you're having an affair with another man."

My wife stopped. For a moment she stood perfectly still and then she turned and quietly whispered. "No Timmy, I am not having an affair."

"Do you still love me?"

She nodded. "Yes, I do." 

Kelly and I stared at each other. After a moment she sighed and retreated to the bedroom. She quickly returned carrying her overnight bag. "Timmy I have to go to Las Vegas for a day. I'll be back tomorrow night." She walked over and gave me kiss on the cheek. It wasn't the kind of kiss that a wife would give to her husband before she left for an overnight trip to another city. It was more like the kind of kiss a mother would give to her son as she was leaving for work.

I watched Kelly walk out the door. After she was gone I silently mouthed the words, "I love you."

Kelly returned home from her trip to Las Vegas at about 6:00 pm the next day. When she walked into the house I was in the kitchen making fettuccine carbonara for dinner. I smiled at her and said, "Hello Kelly."

She went straight into the bedroom without acknowledging my greeting.

I stood perfectly still for a moment. I wasn't sure what I should do. Finally I decided that I had to try to talk to her again. I followed her to the bedroom. Kelly was in the bathroom. Her overnight bag was on the bed. It was open. There was a black lace baby doll nightie, a pair of black nylon stockings and a black lace garter belt in the bag. Underneath the lingerie I could see a black cocktail dress. I took it out of the bag and held it up. It was short, very short, almost indecently short and shockingly low cut. It was obvious that the dress would just barely conceal my wife's large breasts. 

"I see that now you've even stooped to searching my luggage." Kelly walked over and took the dress out of my hands, put it back in her overnight bag and closed it.

I stared at my wife. "That's not exactly your traditional business outfit. Kelly, I think you owe me an explanation."

I waited. Kelly just glared at me. Finally I said, "Kelly you know that I've always been willing to let you date other men. If that's what you're doing, please just tell me."

My wife looked at the floor. She didn't say a word.

Finally I said, "Kelly I'm worried that you're having an affair. I'm afraid that you've fallen in love with another man."

"I am not having an affair and I am not in love with another man." Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy yesterday you pointed out that we never have sex anymore and you found it necessary to remind me that I used to love sex. Well you needn't have bothered to remind me. I am very aware of how much I miss sex. I am sorry that my job saps all of my energy and if you must know, these clothes are my one refuge. When I'm alone in my hotel room after working all day it feels good to put on some lingerie that makes me feel sexy and masturbate. Yes, Timmy you heard me correctly, I masturbate when I'm alone and I'll bet you do too. There, are you satisfied? Have you humiliated me enough tonight or is there something else you want to cross exam me about? If there isn't, then I'm tired and I want to be alone."

Kelly turned, fled into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

I stared at the bathroom door for a moment and then I turned, walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch. Kelly's explanation was ridiculous. I believed that she might masturbate when she was alone at night in her hotel room, but I didn't believe that she put on sexy lingerie and a slinky black dress when she did it. I was now even more convinced that my wife was having an affair, but I still wasn't a hundred per cent certain. 

As I sat on the couch I realized that this situation was destroying both of us. I had to find a way to resolve it. While I realized that I would be devastated if I actually found out that my wife was in love with another man, I still had to know. Our life was falling apart. We couldn't keep living like this.

Kelly was asleep by the time I came to bed. I slept fitfully and got up well before my wife. She slept in. She often did that after she came home from a business trip. It was ten o'clock when she finally walked into the kitchen.

I smiled at her. "Would you like some breakfast?"

Kelly looked at the clock on the wall. "No thank you Timmy, It's late. I have to get into the office."

I quietly said, "Very well."

As Kelly picked up her purse she said, "I'm sorry but I have a late meeting tonight. I probably won't be home until well after midnight."

I looked at my wife. "Kelly please don't go out tonight. Come home, we need to talk. I promise you that I won't be upset if you tell me that you're just having a casual affair with this man." I paused for a moment and then I whispered, "And if you're in love with him, well we need to talk about that too."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy how many times do I have to say this? I am not having an affair. I'm working." She sighed. "What do you want from me?"

"I want it to be like it used to be. I want to love you and I want you to love me."

"Timmy please believe me, I do love you."

"Then come home tonight."

"Timmy I can't, I have to work." 

Kelly turned. As she walked out the door she said, "Don't wait up, I'm going to be home late."

I huddled in the doorway of Smithson Jewelers. It seemed to be getting colder. I glanced at my watch. It was 8:30. I'd been waiting there for over an hour.

The confrontation that I just described had taken place that morning. I'd spent the entire day considering possible courses of action. Finally I decided that my only choice was to follow my wife so that I could find out what she was actually doing while she was out at night.




Courtesan Ch. 01



I was just beginning to believe that Kelly really was going to spend the evening in her office when I saw the door to the Whetmore Building open. Someone was coming out. I watched carefully. It was a woman. It was my wife.

Kelly walked into the parking ramp next door. I ran to my car, started the engine and waited. 

Three minutes later her Mercedes S 550 pulled out of the parking ramp and turned north. I waited for her to get about a block ahead of me and then I pulled my Ford Focus away from the curb and followed her.

My wife brought the luxury sedan home about four months earlier. I was shocked when I saw it and asked her how we could possibly afford such an expensive car. Kelly just shrugged and told me that her boss, Martin Jackson had been so pleased by her hard work and effort on a recent project that he'd bought if for her as a token of his appreciation. 

At the time, I was still driving an old Toyota Corolla with over 200, 000 miles on it. The next day my wife had a new Ford Focus delivered to the house. When she got home that night I asked Kelly about the new car. She kissed my cheek and told me that I was such a good little helpmate for her that when she got a reward, I deserved to get one too. 

Kelly made a left turn onto Fourth Avenue. The Calvert Hotel was in the middle of the block. She pulled up to the front entrance and parked. The valet opened her door. My wife handed him the keys to her Mercedes and went straight into the hotel.

I parked my Ford on the street and followed her. As soon as I entered the lobby I looked around. Kelly was waiting for the elevator. I went into the cocktail lounge and found a seat at the bar that had a clear view of my wife.

When the elevator doors opened Kelly got in. As soon as the doors were closed I raced over and watched to see where the elevator stopped. It was the seventeenth floor. I pressed the up button. The elevator came straight back down. My wife had been the only passenger.

I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the seventeenth floor. My heart was racing. I took several deep breaths to try to calm myself. As soon as the elevator stopped and the doors opened I cautiously stepped out. I looked up and down the hallway. It was vacant. There was no sign of my wife. 

The Calvert is a relatively small hotel. There are only about twenty rooms on each of it's nineteen floors. Most of them are luxury suites. As I started walking down the hallway I realized that even with the small number of rooms I still had no way of knowing which one my wife had gone into.

Suddenly I heard the elevator door open. There was an opening about ten feet ahead of me. I ducked into it. I found myself in the room that housed the ice, candy and a soft drink machines. I stood in front of the candy machine and pretended to be trying to make a selection.

As I stood there a bellman passed by the doorway. He was carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses. 

I heard him knock on a door.

I peeked around the corner. The bellman was standing in front of the room that was across the hall and two doors down. 

The door opened. The bellman said, "Good evening Melody, how are you tonight?"

"I'm very good Mark, how are you?" It was Kelly's voice.

"I'm doing well Melody, thank you for asking. Shall I set the champagne in the usual place?"

"Yes, that will be just fine."

"Has Mr. Baldwin arrived?"

"Yes Mark, he's here. He's in the powder room right now."

There was a moment of silence and then I heard a pop. I assumed that the bellman had just opened the champagne.

"Thank you Mark. Please put this on Mr. Baldwin's bill."

"Of course, have a pleasant evening." There was a pause and then the bellman said, "Thank you Melody, you're always very generous."

Kelly answered, "Thank you Mark, you always take excellent care of us. Mr. Baldwin and I appreciate your effort."

The door closed. I ducked behind the ice machine. Fortunately the bellman walked by without looking into the room where I was hiding. I waited until I heard the sound of the elevator doors closing and then I stepped out into the hallway and carefully tiptoed down to the room occupied by my wife and Mr. Baldwin. It was room 1712. 

I listened at the door. I could just make out a man's voice. "Melody, you are gorgeous. Take off your blouse, do it slowly. I've been waiting for this all day."

There was silence. I thought I heard the rustle of clothing, but I wasn't sure.

"They're so beautiful. I just love looking at them."

"Roger, why don't you let me take off your pants. You can play with my big tits while I suck your cock." It was Kelly's voice, there wasn't any question about that. 

I turned and slowly walked down the hallway. There was no longer any doubt. I was now one hundred percent certain, my wife was having an affair and her lover's name was Roger Baldwin. I also now knew that this wasn't just a casual fling. It was clear that Kelly and Roger Baldwin were regular guests at the Calvert Hotel. Even worse, Kelly's lover had a pet name for her. A pet name that even the bellman knew. 

I also knew the name and understanding it's significance tore me apart. When Kelly was a senior at Kelroy she wrote a story about a little girl who's parents were getting a divorce. The little girl coped with the stress in her life by taking refuge in a fantasy world. Her guardian in that fantasy world was a beautiful, but very naughty fairy who protected the little girl while the two of them enjoyed a series of wonderful adventures. The fairy's name was of course, Melody. If Roger Baldwin knew about Melody, he and Kelly had to be very close.

I sighed as I got onto the elevator. I was sad and I was afraid that I'd lost my wife. I was also angry. I wasn't angry with Kelly because she was being unfaithful. I'd long ago learned that she viewed love and sex as two completely separate entities. I wasn't even angry because she may have fallen in love with someone else. That hurt, It hurt me deeply; but love is something that just happens, it's not something that we can control. I couldn't be angry at Kelly because she'd met someone new. That just happens to people. 

I was angry at Kelly because she lied to me. I remembered the afternoon that I asked her about her reputation at Kelroy. She'd told me that she didn't want to lie to me, in fact Kelly promised that she would never lie to me. Now it was clear that she had been lying. As I stepped off the elevator I was trying to figure out what had changed her.

I decided that I wanted to give Kelly one more chance. I walked into the cocktail lounge and sat down at the bar. When the bartender came over I ordered a bottle of Heineken. As soon as he was gone I took out my cell phone and dialed Kelly's cell number.

Her phone started to ring. I was actually surprised that she still had it turned on. I waited. She answered it on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

"Kelly, it's me."

"Hello Timmy. Why are you calling me? Is something wrong?"

"Kelly I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been acting lately. I'm sorry that I haven't trusted you. I was being foolish. I know that you would never lie to me."

There was a moment of silence and then Kelly said, "It's okay baby, I forgive you. Both of us have been under a lot of pressure lately."

"Are you in your office right now?"

"Yes I am, why?"

"I was thinking about making some chocolate chip cookies. I thought you and the rest of the people in your office who have to work late tonight might enjoy them."

"Oh Timmy, thank you, but the door to the Whetmore Building is locked and if I go down to the lobby to wait for you it will be that much longer before I get to go home. Maybe you could bring us some on another night." She paused for a moment and then she said, "I'm sorry Timmy I have to go. I'm in the middle of a meeting with several of our corporate analysts and they're all waiting for me. I'll be home later. Baby, don't wait up. I'll see you in the morning. Good night Timmy. I love you."

"Kelly, I love you too." My wife didn't hear that. She'd already turned off her cell phone.

I paid for my beer, left the bar and walked out to my car. I was sick. The woman I loved and trusted had just finished telling me a mammoth lie."

When I got home I sat down in the living room and waited for my wife.

It was just after 1:00 AM when I heard the garage door open. The headlights of Kelly's Mercedes lit up the living room curtains as she pulled into the driveway and then the lights disappeared when she drove into the garage. 

I listened. The garage door closed and then the side door opened. I heard the click of Kelly's high heels on the linoleum floor . She turned on the kitchen light. After a moment she came into the dining room and turned on that light. Now I could see her, but the living room was still dark. She didn't know that I was watching her.

Kelly set her purse down on the dining room table and casually thumbed through the stack of mail that was next to it. She sighed and then she turned. As she walked into the living room she gasped when suddenly saw me sitting on the couch. She was clearly startled. She didn't expect me to be up.

Quickly gathering her wits, Kelly asked, "Timmy, why are you sitting in the dark?"

"I was just waiting for you to come home."

"That was very thoughtful, but you shouldn't have sweetheart. I told you I was going to be very late."

I nodded. "Yes you did."

Kelly smiled at me. "Baby, offering to bring me chocolate chip cookies tonight was very sweet. I told everyone and they're all hoping that some other night we really can do that."

"Everyone?"

"Oh yes, and they all thought it was a very nice gesture."

"Even Roger Baldwin?"

Kelly stopped. For a moment she stood perfectly still and then she looked at me and asked, "Who?"

"Roger Baldwin; Kelly, you know who he is. He's the man you met tonight in room 1712 of the Calvert Hotel. From the discussion you had with Mark the bellman I gather that the two of you are regular visitors at the Calvert."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy you have it all wrong. Mr. Baldwin is a potential investor that we're courting. I had to bring him some papers to sign."

"And I assume that you commemorated that signing with the champagne that Mark the bellman brought to his room."

Kelly smiled. "Timmy honey, Roger put in a hard day. He ordered the champagne for himself. I didn't drink any of it, I was working. As soon as he signed the papers I left and went right back to the office. You know I was there, you called me."

"No when I called your cell phone I was calling you from the cocktail lounge at the Calvert. You were still upstairs. Kelly you lied to me and you're still lying to me. I don't care that you let another man fuck you tonight, but I do care that you're lying to me about it. Kelly when we first started dating you promised me that you would never lie to me. What happened to that promise?"

Kelly sighed. "All right I did tell you a little white lie tonight, but honey you've been so suspicious lately. I just didn't want to have to explain why I was at the Calvert. Roger didn't fuck me tonight. I really was getting his signature on some papers."

"So why did he say to you, Kelly take off your blouse and do it slowly. I've been waiting all day for this. And then I'm quite certain that I heard him he also say, They're so beautiful. I just love looking at them. I assume you were showing him your breasts at that moment." I shook my head. "Kelly, I don't think that exposing your breasts is a normal part of a business meeting."

Kelly held her hand up. "All right, Roger did make a pass at me. Timmy I'm a blond with big boobs, that's something I have to deal with all the time. Men are constantly making passes at me." She laughed. "If they ever stop I'll get worried."

"So you were fending him off, is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes, of course I was fending him off."

"If that's true, why did you tell him to take off his pants so that he could play with your big tits while you sucked his cock?"

Kelly gasped and then she whispered, "You heard me say that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes I did. I was standing right outside the door."

My wife stared at me. As she stared her expression hardened. Suddenly she yelled, "You pathetic little wimp, you were spying on me."

I smiled. "Yes I was and it appears that it was a good thing that I was, because you seem to have turned into a chronic liar."

Kelly's face was now filled with rage. "I don't have to take this. I work hard and make a very good living for us. I'm sick and tired of all your whining and grousing. I'm going to bed. I'm done with this conversation and I never want to hear another word about it."

My wife stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

This time I followed her. When she saw me open the door she screamed "Get out, you can sleep on the couch. I don't want to see your sorry face anymore tonight."

I ignored her and I walked over to my closet, picked up my overnight bag and started filling it with clothing.

Kelly watched me for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy what are you doing?"

"I'm leaving you Kelly. I don't mind that you're sleeping with another man, but I am sick and tired of the all the lying and I'm also sick and tired of the the way you've been treating me for the past year."

Kelly's face filled with an expression of absolute horror. "Timmy no! You can't mean that. I love you. That man tonight means nothing to me. I don't even know his real name. Please let me explain."

I shook my head. "No Kelly, I've spent the last six months trying to get you to explain. I'm tired of the lies. I'm done."

"No Timmy, you have to let me explain. This time I promise to tell the truth."

"It's too late Kelly. Maybe Roger Baldwin will marry you, but I doubt that he'll put up with your lying either."

"No Timmy, you have it all wrong. Roger Baldwin's not a real person. He doesn't exist."

I shook my head. "Kelly, shame on you. I heard him talking. He even calls you Melody. The two of you must be very close if you told him about that story."

"Timmy, he doesn't know about that story, that's just a name I use. Please believe me."

"But Roger Baldwin does exist."

"No he doesn't exist."

"Kelly, stop lying. It's not helping you."

"Timmy, I'm not lying. I swear that I'm not."

I shook my head and said, "Oh Kelly." and then I closed my overnight bag. 

As I left the bedroom my wife wailed. "Timmy please don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of going through life without you."

I forced myself to ignore her as I walked quickly to the garage and got into my car. My heart was broken. I still loved Kelly. I knew that I would always love her, but I also understood that if I stayed her lies would tear me apart.



Courtesan Ch. 02



This story is the second episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the first episode of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.




I parked my car in the overflow lot of a suburban shopping mall and tried to get some rest. It was a wasted effort. I was much too upset to sleep.

I had a membership at the local YMCA. They opened at 6:00 AM. As soon the sun came up I drove over there and took a shower. After I cleaned up I walked across the street to the Tip Top Cafe and ordered a ranch breakfast. By the time I was finished eating it was 7:30. 

I needed to call my buddy Albie Porter so I turned on my cell phone. I'd switched it off as I left the Calvert Hotel. When I stormed out of the house after my confrontation with Kelly I didn't bother to turn it on again. At the time, I didn't feel like talking to anyone.

I had five messages. All of them were from Kelly. I listened to the first one. "Timmy, please call me. I know that this looks really bad, but you misunderstood everything. Baby I'm not having an affair. If you'll just give me an opportunity to explain what happened I'm sure I can fix this. Please call me."

I shook my head in disgust. Kelly was still trying to lie her way out of this crisis. I erased the rest of her messages without bothering to listen to any of them.

I called Albie. When I explained the situation he told me that I was welcome to sleep on his couch until I could find a more permanent living situation.

After I dropped my clothes at his place I went looking for a second part time job. I knew that I wouldn't be able to support myself on my income from The Southwest Crier.

I was lucky. A convenience store in Albie's neighborhood, Kirby's Quick Stop, was looking for an early morning cashier. The job fit my schedule perfectly. I could work from six until ten at the convenience store and then spend the afternoon working at The Crier.

The owner, Kirby Lundquist, was a retired navy cook. He was a big man with a giant belly and huge arms that were covered with an elaborate tableau of colorful tattoos. Kirby was a little rough around the edges, but he had a wonderful sense of humor and he loved to laugh. We hit it off immediately. He hired me on the spot and asked me if I could start in the morning. I agreed. I needed the job and I needed it right away.

The next several days were difficult. I was so lonely. I missed my wife terribly. Kelly kept leaving me messages on my cell phone begging me to call her. Even though I missed her, I kept erasing them. I loved my wife, but her deceitful behavior was slowly destroying both of us. I couldn't allow that to continue. I also noticed that there were several messages from someone at JTandR. I couldn't imagine why anyone at that firm would want to talk to me and I had absolutely no desire to find out, so I erased those messages too.

The following Wednesday morning I was just finishing my shift at Kirby's Quick Stop. It was 10:30, Elvira Higgins, the afternoon cashier, had just arrived.

Elvira was seventy-two years old. She and her husband Maxwell had been married for fifty-one years. Max had died of a heart attack the previous spring. Elvira told me that her husband's death had devastated her. She said that she'd spent the next two months locked in her bedroom crying. She told me that she didn't need the cashier's job. She had plenty of money. Max had a good pension and she'd get a monthly check for the rest of her life. She took the cashier's job because she knew that she had to get out of that bedroom before she withered away and died. 

I liked Elvira. It was hard not to, she was one smart old lady.

Elvira and I had just finished tabulating my cash register so that she could take over when a black Lincoln Continental pulled into the parking lot. A middle aged man wearing a navy blue pinstripe suit got out of the back seat and walked into the store. He looked around for a moment and then he turned to me and said, "Are you Timothy Jamieson?"

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Edward Baylor. "Now, are you Timothy Jamieson?"

I shrugged. "Okay, you found me; what do you want?"

"Could we have a word in private?"

I looked around and chuckled. "I don't see any conference rooms in here. Maybe we could talk next to the beer cooler."

"I thought that we might talk in the back seat of my car."

"I don't know, my mother warned me about getting into cars with strange men."

Mr. Baylor was not amused. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Jamieson I am authorized to present a proposition that could be very lucrative for you. If you choose to make light of it and ignore me, well I guess that will be your loss."

I nodded. "Yeah all right, let's go sit in your car."

As soon as we were both settled in the back seat of the Lincoln the man said; "Mr. Jamieson, I work for Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. I believe that you are familiar with the firm. 

I nodded. "Yeah, my wife works there."

He shook his head. "Actually she doesn't."

I stared at him. "I don't understand?"

"Your wife resigned from her position on Friday. Her resignation took effect immediately."

"You're kidding?"

"No Mr. Jamieson, I am not. I never kid." 

I believed him.

Mr. Baylor paused to think. He seemed to be trying to choose his next words carefully. I waited.

After a moment he said, "Mr. Jamieson; Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Mr. Reynolds were all quite distressed when your wife informed them that the two of you were having marital problems. They were even more distressed when Ms. Mason submitted her resignation. They considered her to be a very valuable member of our team."

I shrugged. "Yeah, she must have been, they sure paid her a hell of a lot of money."

"Mr. Jamieson, Mr. Jackson would like to meet with you."

"No shit?" I was surprised. 

I thought for a moment and then I shook my head. "Nope, not interested. Our life fell apart when my wife started working for your firm. I don't blame you guys for what happened. Kelly and I are both adults. We're responsible for our own behavior, but I have nothing to say to Mr. Jackson and I'm not interested in hearing anything he has to say to me."

"Mr. Jackson thought that might be your response so he's authorized me to offer you five thousand dollars if you will agree to meet with him for thirty minutes."

"He must feel like he has something pretty important to discuss with me if he's willing to pay that kind of money."

"Actually Mr. Jamieson; for Mr. Jackson, the thirty minutes of time is probably much more valuable than the five thousand dollars."

"He must be a pretty busy guy."

"Believe me Mr. Jamieson, he is."

"I sure could use the five grand right now and if a guy as busy as Mr. Jackson thinks it's that important to talk to me, well I guess I'd better go see him. Will you set up an appointment?"

"You already have one."

"Really? When is it?"

"Eleven o'clock today."

I looked at my watch. It was 10:45. I chuckled. "You guys are pretty sure of yourselves, aren't you?"

He nodded.

"Well I guess we'd better get going. I'll get my car and follow you."

"I'm sorry Mr. Jamieson, we don't have time. We'd like you to ride over with us. John will take you back to your car after the meeting is finished."

I shrugged. "All right, let's go."

As soon as the Lincoln pulled up in front of the Whetmore Building Edward Baylor opened the car door and we stepped out. Before he closed the door he leaned in and said, "John wait here so you can drive Mr. Jamieson back to his car after the meeting is over."

John looked at me. "I'll be waiting for you right here Mr. Jamieson."

I nodded and then I followed Mr. Baylor into the Whetmore Building. We got into the elevator and he pushed the button for the 52nd floor.

When the elevator stopped the doors opened into an oak paneled alcove. There was a set of double glass doors on the opposite side of the alcove. The name Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds was etched into one of the panes of glass.

Mr. Baylor opened one of the glass doors and said, "After you Mr. Jamieson."

I walked into the reception area of Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. It was about the size of a large living room, but much more opulent. The entire room was finished with the same oak paneling that I saw in the alcove outside the elevator. The luxurious carpeting was deep burgundy and there were eight very comfortable looking brown leather chairs arranged in two groups along each side of the room.

I was standing with my back to the door to the elevator alcove. There was a corridor that led off to the right and another one that led off to the left. On the opposite side of the room from me there was a very large oak desk. An attractive brunette who appeared to be in her early thirties was seated at the far side of the desk. There was a third corridor behind her.

As soon as she saw me come in she stood up. "Good morning Mr. Jamieson. Welcome to Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. My name is Janet Collins. You should call me Janet." She pressed a button on her desk. "Mr. Jackson is expecting you. Please come with me."

I wasn't surprised when Janet Collins appeared to recognize me. During the trip over, Edward Baylor made two cell phone calls. He made the first one right after we left the convenience store and he made the second as we pulled up in front of The Whetmore Building. This was a well organized operation.

Janet turned and walked down the hallway that was behind her desk. I followed her. She stopped when she got to a door at the far end of the hall. It was closed. She knocked one time. It opened immediately. 

A handsome middle aged man wearing a very expensive looking dark gray suit stepped out and walked directly over to me with his hand extended. "Mr. Jamieson, I'm Martin Jackson. It's a pleasure to meet you." 

After we shook hands he said, "Please come into my office." He put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me through the door. As soon as I was inside he turned to Janet Collins. She was still standing in the doorway. "Janet for the next thirty minutes I do not want to be disturbed for any reason." 

"Yes Mr. Jackson. I'll see that you're left alone." She closed the door.

Mr. Jackson gestured towards four brown leather chairs similar to the ones that I'd seen in the reception area. They were arranged around a small oak coffee table. "Mr. Jamieson, why don't we sit over here."

I sat in the chair closest to the door. As soon as I was seated Mr. Jackson said, "Can I get you anything? Water, coffee, a soda, or maybe a cocktail?"

I shook my head. "No thank you, I'm fine."

He sat down in the leather chair opposite mine. "Mr. Jamieson, thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

I smiled at him. "Five thousand dollars is a powerful persuader."

He nodded. "Yes, well it was very important to me that we talk." He took a deep breath. "Mr. Jamieson, let's get right to the point. I think that I have been involved in some very bad decisions regarding your wife. Actually I think that you are in an excellent position to sue my firm and if you choose to do that, my lawyers tell me that there is an extreme likelihood you will win."

I stared at him. "I don't understand?"

I'll explain everything in a moment, but before I begin I have to say something to you. It's very important to me."

"Go ahead."

"Mr. Jamieson, do you know what we do."

"From what Kelly has told me I gather that you're corporate raiders who use other people's money when you're doing your raiding."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "That's not a bad description, although I am leery of the term corporate raider."

"Why is that?"

"Most corporate raiders act like a swarm of locusts. When they take over a business they swoop in and suck every penny they can out of it without regard for the people who have spent their entire lives working for that company. Once they're done feeding they walk away leaving a pile of worthless rubble and a group of shattered lives behind them."

He shook his head. "My partners and I not only think that's inhumane, we also think it's bad business. Instead we look for businesses that are failing because of poor management or a streak of bad luck. We study them and if we decide that they can be salvaged we buy them or if we have to, we purchase all the available stock and take them over. Once we own a company we try to repair it and get it to be profitable again. If we're successful we either sell it or run it ourselves."

"What happens if you're not successful when you try to revive a company?" 

Mr. Jackson smiled at me. "Mr. Jamieson, we are very good at researching and planning and we are even better at executing our plans. We rarely fail."

He paused for a moment and then he continued. "Mr. Jamieson, I am telling you this because I want you to understand that while we are ruthless businessmen, we are not inhumane monsters. We try to make money without hurting people." He took a deep breath. "I am afraid that we have inadvertently hurt both you and your wife. This meeting is the first of several steps that I plan to take in an effort to right those wrongs."

"I still don't understand."

"Why don't I start at the beginning."

"I think that's a very good idea."

"We were first attracted to your wife because of her writing and organizational skills. Mr. Jamieson, at JTandR we are very careful when we hire new team members. We are also constantly looking for quality people who can enhance our firm. Because of the high standards at Kelroy, we monitor the student body there very closely. We have several faculty members who alert us when they spot a particularly talented student. Your wife was brought to our attention during the second semester of her senior year. You may remember that she had her first interview with us about two weeks before she graduated."

I nodded. "I remember it very well. The night before the interview Kelly was so nervous that she couldn't sleep."

Mr. Jackson smiled and then he continued. "When we interviewed Kelly we were very impressed by her self confidence, her resourcefulness and her ability to express herself. We decided that we wanted to hire her. While we were making that decision, John Reynolds, one of my partners commented on her attractive figure and joked that it was too bad that we couldn't hire her as a hostess."

"A hostess?"

"Mr. Jamieson when we are executing a takeover we have to find ways to persuade people to join us. Sometimes we require their financial support, sometimes we need to get them to vote with us during stockholder meetings and sometimes we just have to persuade them to give us information. Earlier I told you that we try to be humane, but let there be no mistake, we are still ruthless businessmen. We will use any means at our disposal to persuade people to join us and sex is a very powerful motivator."

"So a hostess is a company prostitute."

Mr. Jackson sighed. "I suppose you could say that, but technically it wouldn't be correct."

"Why do you say that?'

"Prostitutes have sex for money. Like the rest of our employees, our hostesses earn a base salary and then they earn bonuses when we achieve company goals."

"I think you're splitting hairs."

"I won't waste time arguing that point with you."

Suddenly I realized what Mr. Jackson was telling me. I stared at him for a moment and then I asked, "Are you telling me that my wife was a company whore?"

"Mr. Jamieson, whore is a very harsh term. We prefer hostess. Your wife and her peers are actually partial to the title courtesan."

"My wife was a prostitute?"

"Again Mr. Jamieson I would prefer to avoid that term; but I don't think it's fruitful to spend time arguing about semantics so my answer is, yes that is correct."

For a moment Mr. Jackson and I stared at each other in silence. I needed some time to process the information he'd just given me and he was astute enough to understand what I was doing.

Finally I said, "Okay, my wife worked as a company whore for you. It's going to take me a little time to work through that."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "That's understandable."

I looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Right now, I do have to admit that I'm a little confused."

"All right, tell me why." It was clear that Mr. Jackson was trying to be patient with me.

"A few minutes ago you said that you made some decisions regarding my wife and me that you now regret. You also started this conversation by telling me that I was in a position to successfully sue your firm. I don't understand. My wife is an adult. Unless you drugged her or coerced her in some way, it seems clear to me that the choice to work as a prostitute was her decision. The fact that she chose to lie to me about it was also her decision."

"Why don't I continue telling you about the process we went through when we hired Kelly."

"Okay."

"My partner's comment about your wife's figure intrigued me. Mr. Jamieson, I am sure you understand that for many men your wife is a living, breathing Venus.

I nodded. "Yes, I am well aware of that fact."

"For obvious reasons, our firm employs a very thorough group of investigators. After Kelly's interview I sent them to Kelroy with the task of learning everything they could about you and your future wife. They talked to dormitory maids, other students, custodians and anyone else who might have known anything about either of you. Their report was very interesting."

"I imagine that you learned about her reputation as the blow job queen of Kelroy College."

"Yes, and of course that really piqued my interest. A young, attractive, natural blond who has large breasts and enjoys giving fellatio is the ultimate sexual fantasy for a large number of men."

I smiled. "Yes I also understand that very well."

"There was still a major problem."

"What was that?"

"You, Kelly was about to get married. For obvious reasons we prefer hostesses who are single."

"That makes sense."

"But the report included some other startling information. Even though the two of you were engaged to be married Kelly was still openly dating other men and you didn't seem to mind."

Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, I leaned forward in my chair and prepared to stand up. "Yes, well now this is getting sort of embarrassing."

Mr. Jackson held up his hand. "Mr. Jamieson I'm fifty-two years old. During the course of my life I've encountered a wide variety of individuals. I stopped judging people long ago."

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. After a moment I said, "I can handle this." The words were more for my benefit than Mr. Jackson's.

Mr. Jackson smiled at me. It was a gentle smile, one that I wouldn't have expected from a ruthless corporate raider.

His reassuring smile helped calmed me, but I was now feeling very defensive. I took a few more seconds to fully regain my composure and then I said, "So now you knew that my wife loved giving blow jobs and I didn't mind that she dated other guys. What did you do? Call her up and ask her if she wanted to be a company hooker?"

Ignoring the sarcasm in my voice, Mr. Jackson answered; "For obvious legal reasons we couldn't do that. No, we hired her as an administrative assistant and assigned her to Chris Kendricks."

"Who's Chris Kendricks?"

"He's one of our corporate analysts. He also occasionally works as a host."




Courtesan Ch. 02



"Occasionally?"

"Let me explain. The majority of the stockholders and investors that we deal with are heterosexual men. Men also seem to be a little more open to casual sexual encounters, so hostesses are in greater demand than hosts. We only employ one full time host, the others all have additional duties for the firm. Our hostesses are all very socially skilled, but our hosts are even more skilled. They have to be."

"Why do you say that?" 

"Determining whether or not a male associate." He smiled at me. "When we're working with stockholders or investors we refer to them as associates or guests." 

I nodded.

"Trying to determine if a male associate is interested in a little extra curricular sexual activity is generally quite easy. Most of the time, all we have to do is ask. If we do feel the need to be a little more discreet about the offer, we'll find a reason to bring one of our hostesses into the room while were meeting with the associate. We might ask her to bring us a file, or maybe a pot of coffee. While she's in the room we watch him to see how he reacts. If he seems interested we'll wait until she leaves and then one of us will make an off hand comment like, Isn't she beautiful? If he responds we pursue it and hint that she might be available. If he doesn't respond or show any interest we simply move on."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "Women are much more difficult. We have to be very careful. If we're too direct, we risk insulting them. Generally one of my partners or myself will invite our associate to dinner. We'll include Chris or one of our other hosts in the party. Chris is one of our most adept hosts. He's in his early thirties, very handsome, very bright and he has an engaging personality. Most women find him extremely attractive. At dinner we'll make sure that Chris is seated next to our associate. Before the dinner we'll arm him with a detailed overview of her interests. Chris excels at small talk and the information we feed him gives him an excellent opportunity to engage our associate. Once we've finished dinner Chris will suggest an after dinner drink in the bar. The rest of us will decline and politely excuse ourselves. After that, the rest of the evening is up to Chris and our associate."

"I assume that you're telling me this so that I'll excuse my wife's behavior because she was swept off her feet by a master of seduction. Mr. Jackson, I am not upset with Kelly because she was sleeping with another man. I'm upset because she lied to me about it."

"No Mr. Jamieson, I am not trying to provide an excuse for your wife's behavior. I am telling you this because I want you to understand why I feel that I've made decisions that harmed both you and your wife." There was a slight hint of irritation in Mr. Jackson's voice.

Not willing to be cowed, I stared at him and responded in an icy tone, "Very well, go ahead."

Mr, Jackson paused before he answered. It was clear that he was taking a moment to try to quell the tension that had suddenly developed between us. Finally in a very calm voice he said, "Chris did eventually seduce your wife, but it took him almost two months to do it. Not grasping the significance of that fact was my first mistake. Your wife is a gorgeous woman and I jumped to the erroneous conclusion that she was ignoring Chris's advances because she didn't need him. I assumed that she was already overwhelmed by a steady flow of propositions from a large group of very handsome men outside of work."

I laughed. "Kelly has been inundated by propositions since she was a teenager."

Mr. Jackson nodded and then he said, "I now know that at the time your wife was staunchly fending off every one of the propositions she was getting. Sadly, I didn't recognize that fact. I should have. When Kelly was so tenaciously resisting all of Chris's advances I should have asked why and then taken the time to do some additional investigation. If I had done that I would have discovered the vow of fidelity that your wife made to you on your wedding day."

He looked at me. "Mr. Jamieson, I am ashamed that I missed that crucial detail. It was uncharacteristically sloppy research on our part and that oversight caused us to act in a manner that was detrimental to both you and your wife."

"When did you learn about it?"

"Last Friday morning when Kelly came in to see me to explain why she was resigning."

"I thought you asked Kelly to resign."

Mr. Jackson shook his head, "No, the resignation was your wife's idea. I offered her a leave of absence, but she turned it down. Kelly told me that she plans to devote the rest of her life to trying to regain your trust and win you back. Mr. Jamieson, I am a very wealthy man, but I would happily trade all of that wealth to have just one person who loves me as much as your wife loves you."

I stared at him. After a moment I said, "But Kelly lied to me."

"Yes Mr. Jamieson she did, but before you decide to end your marriage, I suggest that you try to find the answer to one very important question."

"What's that?"

"Why would a woman who professes to love you so much, decide to lie to you?"

Mr. Jackson glanced at his watch. "Our time is coming to an end. At the beginning of this meeting you asked me why I felt responsible for your wife's sexual indiscretions and why my attorneys thought my firm was vulnerable to a law suit. The answer is quite simple. Your wife came to us seeking a normal job. Because of a negligent failure on our part to gather adequate background information, I deliberately threw a carefully calculated temptation at Kelly and kept throwing it at her even though she repeatedly rebuffed it. Once she finally succumbed to our temptation I callously ignored some obvious signs of unhappiness and distress in your wife and allowed her to continue working in the job that was causing that unhappiness and stress."

Shaking his head, he said, "Mr. Jamieson, at best we are guilty of callously ignoring the desires, health and well being of you and your wife and at worst we are responsible for deliberately entrapping your wife in a life of prostitution and destroying your marriage."

Mr. Jackson rubbed his forehead. "My lawyers tell me that if we are lucky we might be able to settle for as little a $500,000 in damages, but they think the amount could easily be as much as $2,000,000. I am prepared to offer you a settlement of $4,000,000."

I stared at Mr. Jackson. "Why are you being so generous?"

"Mr Jamieson, I am a businessman, I am not a monster. In the past two years I have made several critical mistakes that resulted in injury to both you and your wife. I wish to try to atone for those errors."

He paused for a moment and then he continued. "I also wish to add another incentive.'

"What is it?"

"If you are able to reconcile with your wife I will double the amount. That's $8,000,000 and if you are willing to trust me with that money for five years, I believe that I can easily turn it into thirty million dollars."

I laughed. "That's a very attractive offer." And then I closed my eyes and sighed. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I think that you and your wife had a storybook love and I was responsible for destroying it."

"But my wife lied to me."

"Yes Mr. Jamieson, she did; but I suggest that you ask yourself why she did it. Your wife loves sex. Her vow of fidelity was never realistic. She wanted to be the perfect wife for you, but her model of perfection was based on the cultural norms that had been instilled in her since she was a little girl rather than your actual expectations. I believe that she understood that you had no objection to her dating other men, but she couldn't reconcile that fact with her conception of how a proper wife behaves. She had to slip. It was inevitable. I don't believe that Kelly is capable of being faithful to one man." 

Mr. Jackson smiled at me. "The problem is that when she slipped she felt like she was letting you down. We both know that she wasn't, but her traditional upbringing made her feel like she was. After Chris finally succeeded in seducing her, she was too ashamed to tell you about it. Of course that pushed her into a new quagmire. Now she'd lied to you and of course that was the one thing she'd promised that she would never do."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "It's ironic that in her desperate effort to keep you, she committed the one sin that you could never forgive."

"Okay, Chris seduced her, but she ended up working as a corporate whore."

"Mr. Jamieson, you are an intelligent man. I am certain that you understand that the first bite of the apple is always the most difficult to swallow. After that each bite gets easier. We all live on the edge of a slippery slope. Your wife's problem was that as she slid down that slope it became increasingly difficult for her to tell you about it."

Mr. Jackson looked at his watch and stood up. "Mr. Jamieson, our half hour is over. I would love to spend the rest of the afternoon talking with you, but I have some pressing business that requires my attention. I hope you'll understand."

I stood up. "Mr. Jackson, if you'll indulge me I have one more question."

"What is it?"

"Who is Roger Baldwin?"

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Roger Baldwin doesn't exist."

"Of course he does, I heard him talking to my wife in that hotel room." I shook my head. "Judging from the conversation between Kelly and the bellman I gather that the two them are frequent visitors to the hotel." 

"Mr. Jamieson, the stock holders and investors that we deal with are all extremely wealthy individuals and often pillars of their communities. When we're entertaining them it's essential that we take utmost care to protect them from scandal."

"You don't want them to get arrested."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "That's not the problem at all. No money changes hands when our hostesses are entertaining an associate. Prostitution laws aren't an issue."

"So why are you worried about scandals?"

"Business Mr. Jamieson. When our hostesses are entertaining an associate we're trying to influence them to do something that we want them to do. The worst thing that could happen would be to let an unethical competitor catch them in a compromising situation. We have to be very careful that we don't put our associates in a position where they can be blackmailed." 

I nodded. I was starting to understand.

"When they're visiting this city, most of our associates stay at the Calvert Hotel. We employ four full time hostesses and one full time host. The firm maintains a permanent suite at the Calvert for each of them. Your wife's suite was 1712. Those suites are all reserved under fictitious names. Kelly's was registered to Roger Baldwin."

I closed my eyes and sighed.

Mr. Jackson continued. "When we set up a date for one of our associates we give them a room key and instruct them to arrive at least fifteen minutes before our hostess. The night you followed your wife, her associate was already in the room when she got there.

"Several of the bellmen, including the one you saw, are well paid to help us play out a charade. After our hostess arrives they always bring a bottle of champagne to the room. Whenever there is a knock at the door our associates are instructed to go into the bathroom. This is to insure that they're protected in case a photographer tries to burst into the room when the door is opened. When the bellman delivers the champagne he and the hostess have a script that they follow that's designed to fool anyone who might be outside the room listening."

He smiled at me. "It appears that our system works. We certainly fooled you."

I shrugged. "Yes you did."

"When a hostess is with an associate she's instructed to always use the name of the man that the room is registered to. In your wife's case it was Roger. Again we are attempting to confuse anyone who might be listening at the door."

He stared at me. "Mr. Jamieson, your wife was not having an affair with another man and she certainly hasn't fallen in love with anyone else. Please believe me, she loves you and she loves only you."

I shook my head. "But the man had a pet name for Kelly. He called her Melody. That name is extremely important to my wife. He had to know her very well."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Mr. Jamieson, I don't know about the importance of the name to your wife, but I can tell you this. In order to be discreet, all of our hostesses use a pseudonym. Your wife chose the name, Melody. The name may be important to Kelly, but I can assure you that the man she was with that night at the Calvert didn't know anything about its significance to her."

I took a moment to digest that information and then I looked at Mr. Jackson and said, "May I ask you one more question?"

Mr. Jackson took another quick glance at his watch. "Yes, but only one more."

"Have you had sex with my wife?"

Mr. Jackson closed his eyes and sighed. "At the beginning of this meeting I promised you total candor, so I'll answer that question. Mr. Jamieson, do you remember when I alluded to the fact that there are some men for whom fellatio is the ultimate sexual pleasure?"

"Yes."

"I happen to be one of those men. Please excuse my vulgarity, but I don't know how to put this any other way. For the past year your wife has been giving me a blow job at least three times a week."

I slowly nodded. "Mr. Jackson, thank you; I appreciate your honesty."

"Please believe me Mr. Jamieson, I never would have done that if I'd known you were unaware of your wife's activities."

I smiled at him. "It's all right." And then I chuckled as I added, "She gives a pretty good one, doesn't she."

Mr. Jackson grinned at me. "Mr. Jamieson, your wife is an artist."

I nodded in agreement. 

"And now Mr. Jamieson you will have to excuse me. I must move on to other business." 

He took my arm and led me to the door of his office. As he opened it he said, "Janet has your five thousand dollars. She'll give it to you on your way out. John is waiting in front of the building to drive you back to your car. My attorneys will contact you next week to start negotiating the financial settlement that we discussed." 

He extended his hand. "Mr. Jamieson, it was a pleasure to finally meet you and I do sincerely hope that you will be able to reconcile with your wife."

I shook his hand and said, "Thank you Mr. Jackson." And then I stepped out into the hallway and he closed his door behind me.

When I passed by her desk Janet Collins handed me an envelope. She told me that it contained fifty one hundred dollar bills. While I was a little uncomfortable about accepting the money, Mr. Jackson had just told me that he was a very wealthy man. I really needed the cash; so I thanked Ms. Collins, put the envelope in my pocket and left the office.

John was waiting for me in front of the Whetmore Building with the Lincoln. He drove me back to Kirby's Quick Stop so I could get my own car.

After we arrived at the store I stopped inside and said hello to Elvira Higgins and then I got into my car and drove to a small park that overlooked the river. It was a place that I visited when I needed some time to think or relax.

I parked my car, walked out to a bench, sat down and began trying to make some sense out of this situation. The meeting with Martin Jackson had been filled with startling revelations. Of course, the most startling of all was that my wife was working as a prostitute for his firm.

I understood that he preferred other terms, but it didn't really matter. You could call Kelly a courtesan or a hostess, but it still boiled down to one fact. They were paying her to have sex with their business associates.

As I thought about that, I realized that as long as Kelly was doing it because she wanted to do it and they weren't coercing her, it really didn't bother me. Actually it sort of helped. I could easily understand that my wife was so worried about how I would react to what she was doing that she would try to find ways to avoid telling me about it.

Still, why didn't she tell me when Chris Kendricks seduced her? She had to know that it wouldn't upset me. I considered this for a few minutes and then I remembered Mr. Jackson's words. "Kelly wanted to be the perfect wife for you, but her model of perfection was based on the cultural norms that had been instilled in her since she was a little girl rather than on your expectations."

That actually made a lot of sense. I thought back to our college days. Sometimes late at night, when we were lying in bed after she'd come home from a date, Kelly would ask me if I hated her because she enjoyed having sex with a variety of men. I would scoff at the idea and tell her that we were perfectly matched because I loved being a cuckold. That always seemed to placate her fears, but now it was apparent to me that her infidelity had always bothered her. That would explain why Kelly was so insistent on making a vow of fidelity to me when we were married.

As I considered that I began to understand that when a handsome man like Chris Kendricks started trying to seduce Kelly, the conflict between her need to be a proper wife and her desire for sexual adventure must have created a nearly unendurable level of anxiety inside of her. I also realized that she must have been incredibly ashamed when she finally succumbed to his advances. She didn't lie to me because she wanted to deceive me, she lied to me because she was ashamed of what she was doing.

But what had caused Kelly to make the transition from having a casual affair with a handsome man like Chris to becoming a courtesan for JTandR? 

As soon as I asked the question the answer became obvious. Part of it was the slippery slope that Mr. Jackson had alluded to, but there was another factor. It was the reason that Mr. Jackson was so worried about legal action. Kelly's boss and his partners wanted my wife to be a courtesan and they deliberately created an environment that would encourage her to behave like one. Of course, that fed right into my wife's love of sexual adventure. It was a little like giving a candy lover a job in a chocolate factory. In Mr. Jackson's defense, he didn't know that the candy lover had vowed to only eat sweets with her husband.

Part of me, the offended husband, protested that all of this was just psychological mumbo jumbo; but another more rational part of me argued that this situation was much more complicated than my original assumption. This was definitely not just a simple case of my wife deliberately trying to deceive me in order to hide the fact that she was falling in love with another man.

The rational part of me won the debate. I now understood that before I could give up on our marriage I had hear my wife's explanation for what had happened. I had to call Kelly.

I turned on my cell phone. There were eight messages. All of them were from Kelly. I ignored them and pushed the number for her cell phone on my speed dial.

My wife answered after three rings. "Timmy is that really you? When I saw your name on my caller ID I didn't dare believe it."

"Yes Kelly, it really is me."

"Timmy thank you for calling me. Baby, I'm so sorry I lied to you and I've been so awful to you lately. I don't blame you for hating me."

"Kelly, I'd like to get together with you and talk about this."

"Oh yes please, that would be wonderful."

"Kelly listen to me."

"Yes, I'm listening."

"I don't care what you have done. It doesn't matter to me if a thousand different men have fucked you in the last year. I can forgive anything, but please do not lie to me anymore."

"Timmy I promise to tell you everything." She paused a for a moment and then she continued. "But Timmy, I've done some awful things. I'm afraid that your going to hate me after you learn the truth."




Courtesan Ch. 02



"Kelly have you murdered anyone or stolen money?"

"Well no, but..."

"Kelly, I know the woman I married. She's not a bad person. I don't believe that you've done anything that I can't forgive."

"Timmy a lot of men have fucked me during the last year."

"I know, it's okay."

"Really?'

"Yes, really; just promise that you won't lie to me anymore."

"I won't Timmy, I promise I won't."

"Kelly are you at home?"

"Yes Timmy I am."

"Can I come over?"

My wife laughed. "Of course you can silly, nothing would make me happier."

"Kelly, I'm at our favorite park by the river. I'll be home in fifteen minutes."

"Thank you Timmy, thank you so much."

As I was driving to our house, I was suddenly overwhelmed by a sickening fear. What if Kelly really didn't love me anymore? What if she actually wanted to be rid of me so that she could freely continue the wild life she was leading at JTandR. 

As the paranoia insinuated itself into my tired brain I remembered a nagging concern that used to wake me up in the middle of the night during my senior year in college. Kelly was way out of my league, what would happen when she finally realized it?

Suddenly everything looked different. 

I remembered Mr. Jackson telling me that when Kelly turned in her resignation she'd told him that she was doing it so that she could devote the rest of her life to trying to regain my trust. I desperately wanted to believe that she'd said that, but Mr. Jackson was a clever man and he was obviously very concerned about his exposed legal position. That may have been a ploy to take the edge off of my anger so that I'd be more amenable to accepting an out of court settlement with his firm.

Kelly sounded very anxious to talk to me when we spoke on the phone. She'd also left numerous messages for me. She appeared to be eager to reconcile with me, but she'd lied to me so freely lately and she'd been treating me with such blatant disdain that it was easy to be skeptical about her motives. She might just be saying these things to try to lure me into a reasonable divorce settlement. I didn't actually know much about the divorce laws in our state, but I assumed that a judge would not look favorably at Kelly if he found out that she'd been working as a courtesan for JTandR. 

I laughed. Courtesan, why did I choose that term? Why didn't I say whore or hooker? Mr. Jackson had said it was the name that Kelly and the other hostesses favored. I could see why, it made what they were doing seem sophisticated and glamorous.

I smiled. I knew exactly why I chose that term. The idea that my wife was a corporate courtesan excited the cuckold inside me. 

I bit my lip. I had to get those thoughts out of my head. This was a moment when I needed to be making decisions with my brain, not my perverted little pecker. I chuckled to myself. I'd better be using my brain. People often misjudged Kelly when they met her. They only saw a blond with big tits. The truth was, my wife was an extremely smart woman.

I started to get very nervous about this meeting. I pulled over to the curb, stopped my car and took out my cell phone. I was just about to call Kelly and tell her that I wasn't going to be coming over when I realized exactly what I needed to do.

I relaxed. All of the fears that were running through my brain were related to protecting myself financially, but I didn't give a shit about money. I've never cared about money. Hell, I had five thousand dollars in cash in my pocket, a part time job at a hack newspaper and another part time job at a convenience store. No one could hurt me. I had more than enough resources to start a new life.

The divorce settlement and Mr. Jackson's offer of four million dollars were nothing to me. If she wanted it, Kelly could have it all; the house, our savings, our stocks and bonds, Mr. Jackson's millions, everything. Hell, it was all hers anyway. She'd done the work to earn it. 

All I wanted was my wife and if she didn't want me, then there was no amount of money in this world that would make me happy. 

I started my car and pulled away from the curb. I now knew exactly what I had to do. I would begin our meeting by presenting my wife with a very generous proposal. I would offer to walk away from the marriage and leave her with everything. If she was indeed seeking a divorce, my proposition would be very difficult for her to resist.

If a divorce was what my wife wanted, I needed to establish that fact as quickly as possible and get on with my life. Losing Kelly would be excruciatingly painful for me, but if it was inevitable then I preferred to suffer the pain in one quick blow rather than prolonging it over weeks or even months.



Courtesan Ch. 03



This story is the third episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the first two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.



I parked my car in the driveway rather than pulling it into the garage. I didn't live in this house anymore. Using the garage seemed inappropriate. I got out of my car and walked up the side walk. When I got to the front door I started to take out my key but stopped. Using my key wasn't appropriate either. Instead, I rang the door bell.

I heard footsteps inside and then the front door opened. Kelly looked beautiful. It was a chilly October day. She was wearing a pink cable knit sweater and a pair of denim jeans. She'd obviously just put on fresh makeup and brushed her hair. 

"Why didn't you use your key?"

"I don't live here anymore Kelly."

"I see." Kelly paused. She was obviously disconcerted by my answer. After taking a moment to regain her composure, she said, "Timmy please come in."

I stepped inside.

"Why don't we sit in the living room."

"Very well."

She gestured towards the couch. "Let's sit here."

I walked over to the easy chair opposite the couch and sat down. "I'd prefer to sit over here."

Kelly nodded. I wasn't certain what she was expecting, but my reserved attitude was clearly unsettling for her.

She took a deep breath and then she smiled at me. "Can I get anything for you?"

I was a little surprised. This was the first time in almost a year that my wife had offered to do something for me. I shook my head. "No, I'm fine."

Kelly sat down on the couch. As soon as she was seated she said, "Timmy I'm so sorry about everything. I don't..."

I put up my hand and interrupted her. "Kelly before you begin I have two things I have to say."

"Okay."

"Kelly, if you want a divorce I'll let you have everything. You can keep the house, our savings account, all of our stocks and bonds, everything. All I'll take will be a few personal items and my car."

My wife stared at me. "Timmy is that what you want?"

"No Kelly, it isn't. I love you, I will always love you. I would like to find a way to resolve this mess so we can start living together again, but if you want to end our marriage I'm offering you that opportunity right now."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy, I don't want a divorce. I want to stay married to you. I love you too. Please give me a chance to explain..."

I interrupted her again. I was being very firm. "I am going to give you a chance to explain, but please don't lie to me." I smiled at her. "Sweetheart, I don't care how many man you've had sex with in the last year and I do not believe that you've done anything that I can't forgive. I just want you to be truthful with me."

Kelly nodded and then she whispered. "Timmy I'm sorry that I lied to you, I am so very sorry that I lied to you."

She stared at the floor. After a moment she said, "I've done awful things. I'm really not certain how many men have fucked me in the last year. It's a lot." She looked up at me. "Timmy I don't know how to tell you all of this. I'm sure you're going to hate me when you find out what I've done."

"No Kelly, I know you. You're my best friend."

She smiled at me.

"I don't believe that you could ever do anything that would make me hate you. We have a lot of time. Let's go slowly. Start at the beginning. Tell me about everything that's happened since you started working for JTandR."

Kelly again stared at the floor. It was almost like she was gathering her courage. Suddenly she looked up at me and blurted out, "Timmy, I was a prostitute for JTandR."

I smiled at her. "I thought you preferred the term courtesan."

She stared at me. "How did you know about that?'

"This morning I spent almost an hour talking with Martin Jackson."

"You talked with Martin this morning?"

"Yes I did."

"What did he tell you?"

"Enough so that I have a pretty good idea about what you've been doing for the past year."

"And you still called me? You still came to see me?"

I nodded. "Yes I did and I still love you." I looked at my wife. "But I do need to hear you to tell me about it."

"Okay." There was a tone of resignation in her voice.

Kelly closed her eyes. She seemed to be thinking. After a moment she looked at me and said, "I don't know where to begin."

"Why don't you start by telling me about Chris Kendricks."

"Mr. Jackson told you about him?"

"Yes he did."

Kelly was quiet. She didn't say anything for almost a minute. Finally she looked at me and said, "Timmy you know how much I love sex."

"Yes, of course I do."

"In my family girls were expected to be proper ladies. I was taught that sex was an expression of love that was supposed to be reserved exclusively for my husband. When I graduated from high school I was still a virgin." Kelly smiled at me. "Because of my big tits the boys were constantly hitting on me, but I was a good girl, I always fought off their advances."

She shrugged. "When I got to college I rebelled. I think that's pretty common. I lost my virginity during freshman orientation week." She grinned. "It was wonderful and I immediately fell in love with sex. Timmy I fell in love with cocks, big hard magnificent cocks. I loved touching them, playing with them and getting fucked by them." She grinned at me, "But most of all I loved sucking them. By the end of my freshman year I was an dedicated blow job queen. I had an insatiable appetite for sucking cocks."

She sighed. "And then during the winter of my sophomore year I met you and immediately fell head over heels in love. Timmy you are the man of my dreams. You are my white knight. You are my soul mate."

She paused. "Except...."

"I can't fuck worth a damn and my tiny cock isn't much fun to suck."

"No that's not true, I love sucking your tiny cock. I adore your tiny cock." Kelly looked down at the floor. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "The problem is that sometimes I need more. Sometimes I want to suck a really big cock."

"I know and I never objected when you did it."

My wife smiled. "Yes, and that was just one more reason for me to love you. Timmy you were the perfect man."

"And you were the perfect girl."

"No Timmy, that's the problem. I wasn't."

"What do you mean?"

"I was taught that the perfect girl is faithful to her man. She doesn't sleep around." Kelly shook her head. "Timmy during college I always felt so guilty when I left you waiting in my dorm room while I went out on a date with another guy."

"But it was okay with me. I knew what you were doing, and I didn't mind."

"Yes, but I'd been taught that what I was freely giving to those other guys should only be given to you. Timmy, I loved having sex with all those other guys, but while I was doing it I felt like I was cheating you out of something that should exclusively belong to you and only you."

"But I didn't care."

"I know, but I did." 

Kelly looked at me."The night we decided to get married you made me the happiest woman in the world. That night, after you went to sleep, I vowed to myself that after our wedding I would be faithful to you for the rest of our lives. You were the perfect husband and I wanted to be the perfect wife."

"But you didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did, but not for you, for me." She smiled. "Anyway, after we were married I spent a lot of time fending off old boyfriends."

"I didn't know that."

She nodded. "They called me on my cell phone. Baby I was so proud of myself, I turned all of them down."

"So what happened when you went to work at JTandR?"

"They assigned me to the guy that you just asked me about, Chris Kendricks. He was one of the corporate analysts. Timmy when I met him I nearly wet my panties. He was so good looking." 

She smiled at me. "Chris is about thirty. He's tall, at least 6'2". He has very sexy long dark curly hair and a handsome face with deep blue eyes. He goes to the gym every day so he's in excellent shape. He has a slim waist, broad shoulders and nice firm muscles. Chris is an absolute dreamboat."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I have to admit that as soon as I saw him I had the hots for him, but I was a good girl. I resisted him. At the end of our first day working together he made a pass at me. I was putting some folders back in one of the file cabinets. He came up behind me, put his strong hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear. He told me that I was beautiful and that he wanted to take me in his arms and kiss me. Then he let his right hand slip to my breast." 

My wife sighed. "Timmy I almost gave in and let him kiss me, but I didn't. I really wanted to be a good wife. Instead I took his hand away from my breast and told him that good girls never play around at work."

"That was an odd thing to say. Why didn't you just tell him you were a married woman?"

"I don't know. I guess that I'm so used to fending off advances that I rarely think about what I'm actually saying. I always try to crack a silly joke when I'm saying no to a guy. I think it makes the situation a little less awkward."

I nodded. That actually made sense. It also explained why Mr. Jackson and his partners thought Kelly was turning down Chris's advances because she was already inundated with dates outside of work.

"I held out for two months. After his initial attempt to seduce me failed, Chris cooled his advances; but he still kept working on me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe I'm not being completely fair to Chris when I say that. He's an extremely thoughtful and considerate man. Working for him was very easy. He's one of those people who are always making you feel good about yourself. He complimented me on my appearance all the time. Not in a creepy way. It was more like he was just being friendly. He always noticed when I got my hair cut and styled. If I was trying a new shade of lipstick he would comment on it. Things like that. And he was constantly telling me how smart and efficient I was. I really started to like him."

My wife sighed. "Anyway, after a while I began having fantasies about having sex with him. Timmy you are the love of my life and if someone told me that I could only have sex one more time before I died, I would want it to be with you. I would want you to lick my pussy, there is nothing in this world that I enjoy more than that."

I laughed. "Well it's lucky that we found each other because I feel the same way. There's nothing in this world that I enjoy more than licking your pussy."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timmy I've missed you so much during the past year."

At first that struck me as a strange comment. After all, up until five days ago Kelly and I were living together; but as I thought about it, I understood exactly what she was saying. 

We smiled at each other. For a brief moment I felt a surge of electricity between us that hadn't been there for months and then just as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone again.

Kelly must have also felt it dissipate because her excited smile turned into a frown. She sighed and then she quietly continued. "Timmy after two months of being faithful to you, I have to admit that I was beginning to miss the wonderful sensation of sucking and being fucked by a great big hard dick. I'm ashamed to tell you that I started day dreaming about Chris's cock."

"I wish you would have told me, I would have given you my blessing."

She nodded. "I know, but I wanted to be a good wife. I had to be a good wife. It was important to me. I was trying so hard." 

Kelly took a deep breath. "On the first Wednesday in September the firm completed a takeover of a struggling company. Chris had been instrumental in drawing up the initial plan and since I worked for Chris I was also involved. The stockholders meeting was held in the early afternoon. We succeeded in taking control of the board of directors. When the partners got back to the office they called everyone who had worked on the project into the conference room. Timmy, they had two cases of French champagne. I'd never even tasted French champagne. It was wonderful, I had three glasses."

Kelly's voice dropped to a whisper. "After the party ended Chris and I went back to his office. I was organizing some papers on his desk when he walked up behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and whispered to me that I had been a very important part of the project. He told me that they couldn't have done it without me and then he kissed my neck." 

My wife slowly shook her head. "Timmy I'm so sorry, I melted. I fell into Chris's powerful arms and let him kiss me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. Sometimes those can be the most exciting. While he was kissing me he slipped his hand onto my right breast. Timmy I didn't stop him. I didn't remove his hand. Instead, I let my hand slip to his crotch. He had an erection and it was huge. It was so exciting. Baby the next thing I knew I was on my knees. Chris's pants were unzipped and I was sucking his great big beautiful cock."

"I let Chris fuck me three times that afternoon. The last time he fucked me I had this huge orgasm. It was wonderful." My wife closed her eyes. It looked like she was reliving the moment. 

Suddenly she realized what she was doing and looked at me. There was an expression of alarm on her face. She quickly said, "Timmy I'm sorry that I slipped. I was trying so hard to be a good wife." 

I shrugged. "It's okay, I just wish you'd told me about it."

She stared at the floor. After a moment Kelly started to whisper. "Later when I was driving home I started to cry. I felt so awful about what I'd done. I drove around aimlessly for over an hour. I was afraid to face you. I was wracked with guilt." 

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "When I got home that night and finally had to face you I was so ashamed. You'd prepared a wonderful dinner and while I was eating, it was all I could do to keep from crying. After dinner I tried to make it up to you. I took you into the bedroom and we made love for a really long time. That night I desperately wanted you to be able to enjoy my body even more than Chris had."

Part of me heard Kelly's heartfelt apology and wanted to reach out and console her, but another part of me was still deeply hurt by both her deceit and the memory of the callous treatment that I'd had to endure over the past year. That part of me made me stare at my wife and coldly ask, "Did you make Chris wear a condom?"

Kelly gasped. She immediately grasped the significance of my question. She stared at the floor for a moment. Finally she looked up at me and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

I nodded. "Yes I do."

She shook her head. "No I didn't. It all happened so suddenly. We didn't have any and Chris told me that he'd just gotten himself checked by his doctor."

"I see, so that night when I was licking your pussy I was also eating Chris's dried semen."

Kelly nodded. "I guess so. I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't really think about that at the time."

I tried to maintain my anger, but I couldn't. I loved my wife too much. And there was another factor. My perverted little penis woke up and started sending ripples of excitement through me. I melted and smiled at Kelly. "It's all right. Anyway, it kind of fits into my cuckold fantasies." I shook my head, "But I would have enjoyed it more if I'd actually known what I was doing."

"I'm sorry baby, I was so confused that night. I felt horrible about cheating on you." She closed her eyes. "But there was something that was even worse."

"What was that?"

"When we went to sleep I was already starting to fantasize about Chris's big cock again. Timmy, that made me feel awful."

"Kelly, if you'd just told me, everything would have been fine."

"I know, but do you understand why I didn't?"

"I'm think I'm starting to."

She shook her head. "It gets worse."

"What do you mean?"

"The next morning, as soon as I walked into his office, Chris took me in his arms and kissed me. This time it was a hot passionate kiss and by the time we were finished I was burning with desire." 

Kelly looked at me. "But Timmy, then something really strange happened."

"What was it?"

"After Chris kissed me he held me in his arms and asked me how you reacted when I got home and told you about what had happened the previous afternoon."

"He asked you that?"

"Yes, and the question startled me."

"What did you tell him?"

"Baby, I'm so ashamed. At that moment I wanted him so badly that I lied and told him you were just fine with it." She closed her eyes and whispered. "And then I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants and started sucking his cock."

I smiled at my wife. "You got yourself into a real mess, didn't you"

She nodded her head. "That was just the beginning." 

Suddenly Kelly started laughing.

I stared at her. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, it just feels so good to finally be telling you the truth about all of this."

"So how long did your affair with Chris last?"

Kelly stared at me and then she started shaking her head.

"Are you questioning my use of the word affair?"

"Yes."

"Okay, how long did you continue having sex with this man?"

"About a month."

"How often?"

My wife closed her eyes and quietly answered, "Every day."

"So if it wasn't an affair, what word would you use to describe it?"

Kelly sighed. "Okay, it was an affair. It's just that when I was driving home every night I would swear that would be the very last time I'd let Chris fuck me." She slowly shook her head, "But by the time I was driving back to work the next morning I'd already be finding reasons to justify letting him do it one more time. Timmy, I'm sorry. I kept telling myself it was wrong, but by the time we got to the end of our work day, I'd always ended up letting him fuck me again."

"What you're trying to tell me is that you didn't want it to be an affair. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Why did the affair end after a month?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "I guess it really didn't end, it just sort of tapered off. I still see Chris about once a month for sex. We've kind of become fuck buddies." Suddenly she realized what she'd just said and looked at me. "I promise I won't ever see him again."

I smiled at her. "Kelly, I don't want you to make promises you're not going to be able to keep. Why don't we worry about the future of your relationship with Chris a little later. Now, why did the affair taper off?"

My wife closed her eyes, after a moment she quietly said, "I got involved with another man."

"Who was he?"

"John Reynolds, he's the youngest of the three partners. I think he's in his early forties. John's not a total dream boat like Chris, but he's still a very handsome man."

"How did it happen?"

"It was just before Halloween. The firm had been studying another company to see if it was a good possibility for a takeover. Chris and I had been heavily involved in the research. The partners set up a dinner party at the Goldenrod Supper Club to discuss the feasibility of a takeover attempt. Chris and I were included in the group. It was the first time that I'd ever been invited to a meeting like that."

"That must have been very exciting for you."

Kelly nodded. "It really was. When we sat down to dinner, I was seated right next to John Reynolds. Timmy, I'd met the partners during my interviews, but after I started working for JTandR I had very little contact with them."




Courtesan Ch. 03



"So being seated next to John Reynolds must have made the evening even more exciting."

"Timmy I was so nervous, but John was wonderful. He was so easy to talk to. He started out by asking me about Kelroy and then we talked a little bit about you." She smiled at me. "I told him how wonderful you were and how you were working so hard to support me in my job. After dinner the business part of the meeting started. Chris had cautioned me to not say anything unless I was asked a direct question, so I just sat next to John and listened. Martin Jackson and Wendell Tyler were both there too, but John had led the research effort on this project, so he was running the meeting. 

"And you were still sitting next to him."

"Yes."

"That must have made you feel very important."

"Timmy it really did and John was so masterful." She sighed. "Timmy you're my favorite man in the entire world, but I have to admit that I find powerful men very exciting."

Suddenly she stopped. There was an expression of alarm on her face. "Timmy, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that you weren't a powerful man. It's just that you demonstrate your power in other ways."

I smiled at Kelly. "It's okay, I understand."

She sighed. It was an obvious sigh of relief. Kelly appeared to be very concerned about hurting my feelings while she was telling me about all of this.

After a moment she continued. "So anyway, the meeting didn't last very long. After a short discussion they concluded that there were still two questions that had to be answered before they could make their final decision."

"I see, so what happened next?"

"As soon as the meeting broke up Martin Jackson approached Chris and asked him if he could talk to him for a few minutes. Chris told Martin that I'd ridden over with him and he felt responsible for getting me back to the office. Martin turned to John and asked him if I could ride back with him. John smiled at me and very gallantly asked if I would do him the honor of allowing him to escort me back to the office. I giggled at his exaggerated chivalry and told him that of course I would. He offered me his arm and said that his car and his driver were awaiting us outside the restaurant.'"

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy all three of the partners go everywhere in chauffeured Lincolns."

I nodded. "Yes, I'm fairly certain that I rode in Martin Jackson's car this morning."

"Really? How did that happen?"

"After you're done telling me your story, I'll tell you all about my day."

My wife stared at me for a moment and then she shook her head and continued her story. "When we got back to the Whetmore building John invited me up to his office for a drink. Timmy, I had to go; he was one of the partners."

"He was also very handsome. Be truthful Kelly, you wanted to go, didn't you?"

Kelly smiled at me. "Yes Timmy I did. At that moment I was so turned on. I really was hoping that John would try to seduce me." She closed her eyes. "Timmy, I'm sorry, I know I should have told you about all of this, but once I started sleeping with Chris it was almost like I began living two separate lives. In my work life I saw myself as a hardworking, free living libertine. I was the woman that I'd dreamed of becoming while I was going to college. In my home life I was trying to be a faithful and respectable wife. Timmy when I was with you I was trying so hard to be the woman I was taught to be while I was growing up."

"And your work life was fun and exciting, but when you came home you were racked by guilt."

"Yes! But how...?"

I sighed as I said, "The pieces of the puzzle are beginning to fall into place. Kelly, what happened when you got to John's office?"

"He took off his suit coat and tie and then without saying anything he put his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. He didn't ask permission, he just did it. John is the kind of man who takes what he wants. I melted. He was so powerful. Suddenly I had this overwhelming desire to please him. I dropped to my knees, unzipped his suit trousers and started sucking his cock. He came in my mouth. I swallowed all of his semen."

Kelly's voice dropped to a whisper. "As soon as John was done ejaculating he led me over to the sofa in the corner of his office and told me to undress. He sat on the couch and watched as I stripped naked for him and then he told me to undress him. Once we were both naked I kneeled on the floor between his legs, wrapped my fingers around his flaccid penis and started kissing his balls. Right away, I could feel his cock beginning to grow. I put it in my mouth and sucked on it. It took me less than a minute to get him fully erect again. Once he was hard he pulled me down on the couch, climbed on top of me and pushed his stiff cock into my cunt. He fucked me two times that night. The second time I think he must have lasted for over forty-five minutes. Timmy I had three orgasms while he was fucking me."

Kelly looked at me. "It was almost nine o'clock when I finally got home. You were in the den watching television. As usual, by the time I walked in the front door I was feeling horribly guilty about cheating on you. That night it was even worse than normal. That evening I'd not only cheated on you, I'd done it with a new man. Somehow that made it much worse in my mind. I was so ashamed of myself."

I nodded sympathetically.

"Timmy when I saw you sitting in the den I was overwhelmed with guilt about what I'd just done with John. The only way I knew how to cope with my shame was to try to make amends for my behavior by giving you a wonderful session of steamy sex before we went to bed." Kelly grinned at me. "When I walked through our front door that night I was primed for a very hot time."

I smiled at Kelly. "I remember, last fall your work days did start to get longer, but when you came home we always seemed to have some absolutely fantastic sex."

Kelly giggled. "Yes we did didn't we. Anyway, when I walked into the den you stood up and greeted me. As soon as I sat down you disappeared into the kitchen. When you returned you had a single glass of wine on a tray. That was the first time you'd ever served me with a tray. It got me very excited. We'd been playing around with sexual domination games since we first met. In the beginning they were very subtle. I think we were both a little self conscious about admitting to each other just how much we enjoyed them. As we became more confident about our roles and more comfortable with each other, the games gradually became more and more overt. I was really starting to enjoy dominating you, and it was apparent that you loved submitting to me."

I laughed as I vigorously nodded my head in agreement.

Kelly giggled at my reaction and then she asked, "Timmy do you remember that night?"

I nodded. "Yes, I remember it very well. You were starting to work longer hours and I was so lonely and I was also bored. I started spending more time on the Internet reading erotic stories. I'm sure you can guess that I was reading stories about female domination and those stories were fueling some very vivid submissive fantasies for me."

"Baby, I'm sorry that you were getting lonely, but that night you were fantastic. You served me that glass of wine like you were my slave and then you kneeled down on the floor in front of me, took off my shoes and massaged my feet. After a moment you started kissing my toes. Timmy, it was so wonderful, you made me feel like a queen and suddenly I didn't feel as guilty about cheating on you. I guess I felt like I was your goddess and goddesses don't have to feel guilty about anything."

"The game would have been more fun if I'd been included in that part."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"After that, you started to become more and more dominant, didn't you?"

"Yes, for awhile it helped me cope with my guilt, but as my cheating became more outrageous, I think my dominance turned into cruelty. Timmy I'm very sorry about the way I've treated you over the past several months."

"I can forgive you for that."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love you."

"Even after everything you've heard?"

"Yes."

"Timmy I love you so much."

"I know you do Kelly."

"So when did you start sleeping with Martin Jackson?"

"You know about that?"

"Yes, he told me."

"Really, when?"

"Today."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she shook her head. "Today? You really talked to Martin today? I know you mentioned it before, but I don't understand. How did it happen?" 

"When you're done telling me about everything that's occurred in the last year, I'll tell you about my day. Right now it's time for you to tell me about Martin Jackson."

Kelly nodded. "Okay." She took a deep breath and said, "Actually it was the next day."

"The next day?"

"Yes, when I went into work the next morning Chris told me that John wanted to see me. I went straight to his office. His secretary let me go right in. He was seated at his desk. As soon as he heard me come in he looked up and told me that he had some very good news for me.'"

"What was the good news?"

"They were giving me a promotion."

I shook my head in exasperation. "Kelly honey, you let this guy fuck you and then the very next morning he offered you a promotion. Didn't you see a correlation?"

She hesitated for a moment and then she said, "Yeah, I guess so, maybe?"

"You didn't, did you?"

My wife sheepishly shook her head. "I guess I was a little star struck."

I smiled at her. "Sweetheart, you are the most wonderful combination of naivety and brilliance that I have ever encountered. It is one of the ten thousand reasons that I fell madly in love with you."

Giggling Kelly said, "Only ten thousand? If you really love me there should be more."

"Yeah well I guess I'm not very imaginative."

Kelly stuck her tongue out at me. "And for your information Mr. Know-it- all, I did understand that they were promoting me because I'd let John boink me. I just didn't care."

"And how is that revelation helping you at this moment?"

Kelly shook her head. "I'm sorry Timmy. It's just that I have so much fun when I start talking to you that it's hard to be serious." She stared into my eyes. "Baby that's why you have to believe me when I tell you that I could never fall in love with another man. I enjoy you too much to ever do that."

"I know, but the last several months have made it very difficult for me to believe that."

Kelly sighed. "I know and I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life trying to atone for the way I've treated you during this past year."

"No, I don't think that will be necessary."

"What do you mean?"

"I think that we're just going to have to agree to make a fresh start."

"Can we do that?'

"Sure, we can do anything we want to do."

"No. let me rephrase that. Can you do that?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes, I think it might be possible, but you still have a little more explaining to do."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she started to smile. "Timmy I love you so much."

"I know you do Kelly. I know you do."

We stared at each other. After a moment we both started to smile. I whispered, "Why don't you finish telling me about Martin Jackson."

Kelly nodded. "All right." She closed her eyes. She appeared to be thinking. After a moment she looked up at me. It seemed like she was ready to start when she suddenly stopped. A naughty smile formed at the corners of her mouth and a devilish twinkle appeared in her eyes. In a delightfully playful voice she asked, "Do you want to hear every seamy little detail?"

I knew that we were supposed to be in the middle of a serious discussion, but I couldn't help myself. A little shiver of excitement rippled up my spine. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I want to hear every seamy little detail."

Kelly giggled. "Okay." She paused. "Let me see, where was I? Oh yes, After John told me about the promotion he stood up, walked straight over to me, took me in his arms and kissed me. I melted. We didn't say a word to each other, I just dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, took out his big hard dick and started sucking it."

"You heard about the promotion and without saying anything, immediately started giving him a blow job? Did you even say good morning to him?"

My wife grinned at me. "Nope, I just started sucking his cock. Wasn't that wicked thing to do?"

I laughed. "It certainly was."

Still grinning, Kelly continued. "After I finished sucking his cock John zipped up his pants, sat down on his couch and watched me while I straightened my dress and repaired my makeup." My wife winked at me. "Giving a blow job can really mess up a girls lipstick."

I chuckled. "I'm sure that it does."

"As soon as I was finished putting myself back together John patted the spot next to him on the couch. I sat down and he started telling me more about the promotion."

"Hold it."

"What?"

"Didn't he do anything for you? I mean, you just sucked his cock, didn't he fuck you or do something to get you off?"

Kelly grinned at me. "Nope."

"Didn't that make you mad?"

"Not at all. Sometimes I love just giving a guy a blow job, especially when he's still wearing his clothes. It makes me feel deliciously naughty." Kelly winked at me. "Being a bad girl is fun."

That made me laugh. "Okay, now tell me about the promotion."

"All right, once I was sitting on the couch with John, he told me that he'd met with Martin and Wendell that morning. All three of them had decided that they were very impressed with my work. They agreed that they wanted to make me an administrative assistant to the three of them. Timmy that was when I got my first really big raise. John explained that my salary would go from $51,000 a year to $93,000 a year. I'm sure you can understand that after he told me that I got very excited and started kissing him and saying, thank you, over and over again."

"I remember when you came home and told me about the raise. You really were very excited."

"I was. Anyway, John started laughing and told me that Martin was the one that I should be thanking. He said that it was actually his idea to promote me. I immediately asked John if I could go see Martin. John shook his head and explained that Martin was a very busy man, I couldn't just walk into his office unannounced. He suggested that I send him a note instead."

Kelly shook her head. "I told John that I'd like to be able to thank him in person."

Looking at me, Kelly smiled and said; "Suddenly I had a very naughty idea. I asked John if he thought Martin might be interested in an extra special thank you."

I chuckled. "You were having an extremely naughty morning weren't you?"

Kelly giggled. "Yes I was."

"So what did John say?"

"He stared at me for a moment and then he asked how extra special?"

"What did you tell him?"

"I told John that I wanted to thank Martin in the exact same way that I'd greeted him that morning."

"How did John react to that?"

"He looked at me and asked very directly if I was offering to give Martin a blow job."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, suddenly I got worried that in my excitement I might have offended John. I timidly told him that I kind of was, but I didn't want to upset anyone so if it was a bad idea maybe we could just pretend that I'd never said anything."

"And what did he say to that?"

"He laughed and told me that I hadn't offended anyone and he knew for a fact that Martin would love a blow job. Timmy, the next thing I knew John was on the telephone and two minutes later I was on my way to Martin Jackson's office with butterflies in my stomach. I was about to give a blow job to a man I barely knew, who was at least twenty-five years older than me."

"So what happened?"

Kelly giggled. "By the time I got to the door of Martin's office the butterflies were gone and my entire body was tingling with excitement. Baby I felt so wicked." 

She grinned at me. "Timmy honey, I've discovered that I like being wicked. When we were students I loved my reputation as the blow job queen of Kelroy College. I cultivated it. I love dominating you for the same reason. It feels so sinful. The night John seduced me I felt wonderfully wicked when I made you lick my pussy and ass less than an hour after he finished fucking me."

"You didn't make me lick your pussy and ass, I volunteered."

Kelly giggled, "I know you did, but it makes it even hotter for me if I tell myself that I'm making you do it."

I grinned at her. "That makes it pretty hot for me too."

"Timmy I think this is why I can't be faithful. Baby I don't want to be faithful. I like being a naughty slut. Everyone else wanted me to be a nice obedient little housewife." 

"Everyone else?"

"Yes, my mother, my older sisters, my friends. Timmy my sisters used to sit at home and cut recipes out of the newspaper and paste them into scrap books. They were saving them so that after they were married they could have wonderful meals ready when their husbands came home from a hard day at work. Timmy that attitude was pounded into me from the day I was born until the day I left for college."

Kelly shook her head. "But that's not me! I don't want to be a faithful little housewife. I want to be a wicked slut business woman who fucks as many men as she wants and rules her own household when she's at home."

"I've never asked you to be a faithful little housewife."

"I know, my mother and my sisters did and when you and I got married I desperately wanted to try to live up to their expectations. I'm finally starting to realize that I can't do that. Timmy I can't do that because I don't want to do that. Being a sweet, faithful little housewife isn't part of my nature."

"That wicked slut business woman is the girl I fell in love with in college." I smiled at Kelly. "But somehow I lost her when we got married."

My wife closed her eyes and whispered, "I know Timmy, believe me I know."

For a moment we stared at each other in silence.

"Okay, you were standing outside Martin Jackson's office feeling very naughty."

Kelly giggled. "I really was."

"So what happened?"

"Martin's office is next door to John's office and he knew that I was coming so just as I started to knock the door opened. It was Martin. He greeted me with a big smile and said good morning Ms. Mason and then he invited me into his office. Timmy, he's a very gracious man."

I nodded. "Yes he is."

Kelly stared at me. "You really did meet with him today?"

"Yes I did."

"I have to hear all about that."

"You will. Now tell me what happened next."

"As soon I was inside his office Martin closed his door and pointed to these two big leather chairs that were arranged around a coffee table and suggested that we sit down." 

Kelly looked at me. "Martin is a very distinguished man. I was starting to get nervous again."

I smiled at her. "Yes, I can easily understand that."

"Once we were seated he sat back in his chair, smiled at me and said that he understood that John had told me about my promotion. Martin has a very warm smile. It relaxed me. I smiled back at him and told him that he had. Martin was silent for a moment. It was almost like he was considering what to do next and then he leaned forward and said that John had told him that I'd given him a very warm thank you."

Kelly looked at me. "He was being exceedingly tactful with me."

"I'm certain that he wanted to be careful to avoid any misunderstandings. In his position as your employer he was extremely vulnerable to a sexual harassment suit."

Kelly giggled. "I quickly eliminated any possibility of a misunderstanding."

"What did you do?'

"I told him that I would love to give him the same warm thank you and if he was interested all he had to do was invite me to sit on his lap."

"How did he respond to that?"




Courtesan Ch. 03



"He laughed, patted his knee and told me to come right on over." 

An impish smile formed at the corners of my wife's mouth.

"What are you smiling about?"

"When I stood up I had a very naughty idea."

"What was it?"

"I told Martin that I was wearing a brand new, dainty little thong. I asked him if he'd like to see it."

I laughed. "I'm sure he was very interested."

"Oh yes, he certainly was. I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist, pulled my panty hose down and slowly turned around."

"You were modeling it for him."

Kelly nodded."He told me that I had a cute little bottom."

"What did you say?"

"I thanked him of course and then Martin suggested that he might be able to appreciate my thong even more if I took off my skirt and panty hose before I sat down."

"I assume you did that."

"Yes, very slowly. I pretended that I was doing a strip tease dance for him."

"That must have been incredibly exciting for you."

"Timmy it was so hot, I was taking off my clothes for a man twenty-five years old than me who I barely knew."

"You were feeling wicked, weren't you?"

Kelly took a deep breath and answered, "Yes, I was being a very bad girl."

"You like being a bad girl, don't you."

"Very much."

"What did you do after you finished taking off your skirt and your panty hose?"

"I told Martin that I was wearing a matching brassiere and I asked him if he'd like to see that too."

I chuckled. "I'll bet that went over pretty well."

Kelly smiled at me. "Oh yes, it really did. Martin nodded at me and then he sat back in his big leather chair and watched me while I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off of my shoulders"

"You enjoyed doing that, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So now you were standing in front of this man you barely knew, wearing nothing but your thong panties and your brassiere, correct?"

"Yes."

"What happened next?"

"Martin patted his knee and told me to sit down on his lap."

"Did you?"

"Yes, of course I did. As soon as I was seated I put my arms around him, kissed him full on the mouth and then whispered to him that I loved being naughty with handsome older men."

Kelly smiled. "Martin laughed when he heard that and told me that he loved naughty young girls. I started to giggle and asked him if he wanted me to be naughty with him?" 

My wife looked at me. "Timmy honey he was really excited."

"How could you tell?"

"Martin has a very big cock and it was poking me in the butt." Kelly grinned at me and then she continued. "Anyway, he quietly said yes, so I picked up his hand and placed it on my breast."

"You were still wearing your bra, correct? 

"Yes, but as soon as he started fondling me I whispered to him that it would be even naughtier if he took off my brassiere."

"Did he do that?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, he reached around behind me, unclasped my bra and tossed it onto the coffee table. After he took it off I put my arms around his shoulders and pressed my naked breasts into his face. Martin immediately started sucking on my nipple." 

"I'll bet you both loved that." My wife not only has large breasts, they 're also very sensitive. Kelly loves having her nipples sucked.

She grinned at me. "Oh yes, you know I did."

"What happened next?

"I picked up Martin's hand and placed it between my legs. He immediately slipped his fingers inside my thong and started rubbing my pussy. Timmy I was so wet."

I smiled at her. "I'll bet you were."

"That pushed me over the edge. I had to have his cock in my mouth. I stood up and quickly pulled my panties off and tried to get down on my knees between Martin's legs."

"Tried to?"

"That's right, he wouldn't let me."

"How did he stop you?"

"He put one hand under my butt and the other hand between my legs and lifted me up on my toes. Martin is very strong. He pushed two fingers into my pussy and held me in place while he finger fucked me."

"I imagine that was pretty exciting."

Kelly shivered. "Timmy it was one of the hottest things I've every done." 

My wife closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. She was obviously very excited and seemed to be trying to regain her composure. After a moment she smiled at me and continued. "After a few minutes of this Martin took his fingers out of my cunt and gently stroked my cheek with them. I took his hand, guided it to my lips and stared into his eyes while I sucked on his fingers like they were a cock. Martin let me do that for moment and then he took his fingers out of my mouth, gently pushed me to my knees and told me to unzip his pants."

"Did you give him a blow job?"

"Yes and it was so much fun. I let him cum in my mouth."

"You always do that, don't you?"

Kelly smiled at me. "Baby, you know me so well."

Suddenly Kelly's expression changed. She stared at the floor for a moment and then she quietly said, "I sorry Timmy, I got carried away while I was telling you about Martin. I didn't mean to get so excited.

I got up, walked over to the couch, sat down next to Kelly, put my arm around her and softly whispered, "It's okay, you were just being honest. You asked me if I wanted to hear every seamy little detail and I told you that I did." I kissed her cheek. "And you weren't the only one who got excited while you were telling the story." 

Kelly looked at me. "Really?"

I smiled. "Yes really."

Suddenly Kelly laid her head against my chest and started to cry. While she cried I held her in my arms and slowly rocked her back and forth.

She sobbed uncontrollably for several minutes. I think that the past year had been just as difficult for her as it had been for me. When she finally stopped she lay quietly in my arms for another few minutes and then she sat up and smiled at me. I took out my handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

She kissed me on my forehead and said, "Thank you."

I nodded. "I think you needed that."

Kelly sniffled a little and then she smiled at me and said, "All that crying gave me an appetite. I'm going to make a sandwich. Can I make one for you too?"

"Why don't you let me make them."

"I can make a sandwich and I certainly think it's my turn."

I stared at my wife. "Kelly, I don't want it to be your turn. I don't ever want it to be your turn."

"What do mean?" Kelly had a puzzled expression on her face.

"I like being your submissive house husband. If we're able to resolve our problems and get back together I want to continue being your submissive house husband. Kelly I love being your servant."

My wife giggled. "And I love being your mistress."

"Kelly, earlier today you told me that after you started sleeping with Chris it was almost like you began living two separate lives. In your work life you said that you saw yourself as a hardworking, free living libertine."

I smiled at her. "Libertine, I like that word. It describes you very well. You also told me that you wanted to be a wicked slut business woman who fucks as many men as she wants and rules her own household when she's at home."

Kelly grinned at me.

"You said that was the woman you dreamed of becoming while you were going to college. And then you told me that in your home life you were trying to be a faithful, respectable and proper wife. That was the person you were taught to be while you were growing up."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, that's true."

"Kelly in your home life you were trying to be someone you're not and the attempt nearly destroyed us. You don't need to be a faithful loving wife. That's my job. Let me be the faithful, loving spouse while you go out in the world and work hard, live free and enjoy as much sex as you want."

"But won't I be cheating you out of your rights as my husband?'

"Maybe in a traditional marriage you'd be doing that, but were not traditional people. I don't see why we have to be bound by traditional roles. Kelly I love making dinners and keeping the house for you. I'm very happy to wait up for you and give you head after you come home from a long day at the office." I smiled at her. "Even when you spend your day at the office letting other men fuck you. Baby, I loved hearing about your meeting with Martin Jackson. I just wish I could have heard about it when you came home that day." 

My wife thought about what I'd just said. After a moment she looked at me. "I don't know Timmy, it just doesn't seem fair to you."

"That's because you're not me and I'm not you. No Kelly, you don't want the life that I want." I smiled at my wife. "But I would very happily spend the rest of my life serving you. All I ask in return is for you to to love me, be honest with me, treat me with kindness and respect and include me in your life."

Staring at me, Kelly asked; "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm very sure."

Kelly sighed, "Timmy I'm so sorry that I haven't done that. I feel like I've let you down."

"You have let me down, but I think things can still be okay. After you finish telling me everything that's happened, I'm going to tell you about my day and then we're going to see if we can reach an agreement about how were going to live together in the future. If we can do that, we're going to try to start fresh and forget about everything that's happened before today."

"Timmy I've been so awful to you. Do you think you can really do that?"

"We'll see, I still have to be convinced that I can trust you."

"Baby, I promise that I'll never again sleep with anyone but you."

"No Kelly that's not what I mean. Please understand me, I do not care about that. What I need is to be able to trust that no matter what you do, no matter how terrible you think it was, no matter how much you feel that you've let me down or you've let yourself down; you will always tell me about it." I smiled at her. "Of course that also means that you'll have to trust me. You'll have to trust that I know you and love you and will always accept you for who you are."

"Do you think we can do that Timmy?"

"Yes I do, but I think we may have to work at it." 

I stood up. "Now what kind of sandwich would you like. Unless you've been to the grocery store, I think our choices are tuna fish and cheese or cheese and tuna fish."

Kelly giggled. "I'll have tuna fish and cheese."

There was a can tuna fish in the cupboard and a block of cheddar cheese in the refrigerator. I also found a loaf of bread in the freezer. I was a good homemaker, my kitchen was always well stocked.

I made two open faced sandwiches and put them under the broiler. Kelly sat at the kitchen table and watched me cook. This was something we used to do when we were first married. I'd missed it. I was happy to be doing it again.

As soon as the sandwiches were ready I poured a glass of milk for each of us and we sat at the kitchen table together and ate. It was very pleasant. After we were done eating Kelly watched me clear the kitchen table and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She offered to help, but I wouldn't let her. Cleaning the kitchen was my job.

Once I was done with the chores, we moved back into the living room. This time I sat down on the couch next to Kelly right away. 

We took a moment to make small talk about the lunch and then I asked, "So did Martin fuck you that morning.?"

Kelly shook her head. "No Martin is a very busy man and he has a real thing for blow jobs. He used to fuck me once in a while, but mostly I would just give him a blow job and then he'd get back to work."

"So that morning you gave two older men blow jobs and got nothing in return."

My wife grinned at me. "That's pretty slutty isn't it?"

I laughed. "You really do love being bad, don't you."

Kelly giggled. "It gets better." And then she stopped herself and quietly said, "Or maybe worse, It depends on...."

I held up my hand and stopped her. "We'll stick with better. Your sexual behavior isn't the problem. Now tell me how it got better."

"After we were done, I got dressed and then I took a pocket mirror out of my purse and started to repair my makeup. While I was doing that Martin casually mentioned that Wendell was also involved in the decision to promote me."

Chuckling, I said; "I think I can guess where this is going."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy, Wendell Tyler is seventy-four years old."

"Oh my!"

"Yes!"

I asked, "What did you do?" We were both grinning. 

Kelly answered, "Needless to say, I was a little shocked when Martin brought it up. Martin noticed my reaction immediately. He told me that he understood that Wendell was an old man, but he said that it would be a very nice gesture if I could manage to do it."

Still smiling, I said; "All right, what did you say to that?"

Kelly giggled. "I started to think about how naughty it would be to give a blow job to a man old enough to be my grandfather."

I laughed. "This bad girl routine is totally out of control."

She nodded. "Totally."

"So what happened?"

"I told Martin that I'd do it and Timmy I'm so glad that I did."

"Why?"

"Next to you, Wendell Tyler is the sweetest man that I've ever met."

"I'm not sure I like being compared to a seventy-four year old man."

My wife made a face and stuck out her tongue. "That's not what I meant and you know it. He's just a very very nice man and so are you."

I chuckled. "All right, I'll take it as a compliment."

"Martin called him. He was very direct on the telephone. He told Wendell that I was coming over to give him a blow job." Kelly looked at me. "That actually made it easier."

"What do you mean?"

"When I got into his office we both knew exactly why I was there. Playing coy little games with a very old man would have been kind of difficult for me."

Kelly smiled. "Wendell is about the same size as you are."

"You mean he's not very big."

She nodded. "I think that when you're seventy-four you're going to look just like Wendell. He's very cute and awfully sweet. Now he's probably my best friend at JTandR."

"Really?"

"Yes, last Friday I went to see Wendell before my meeting with Martin. I told him everything and then I spent an hour crying on his shoulder."

"What did he say to you."

He told me that I was a fool for getting myself into this situation." Kelly smiled at me. "He already knew how much I loved you. When we traveled together I used to spend hours telling him about you."

"Traveled together?"

"Yes, sometimes Martin, Wendell and John would take me along to important business meetings so that I'd be available in case they needed me to help sway an investor or a stockholder."

"Those would have been the trips to places like New York, Chicago and Los Angeles."

"Yes."

"What did Wendell tell you to do?"

"He said that I should quit my job at the firm and focus all of my attention on trying to regain your trust. He also made me promise that from that moment on I would be totally honest with you."

"I can see why you like this man. He sounds very wise."

"I hope that someday you can meet him."

"I think I'd like that." I smiled at Kelly. "Okay, what happened the first time you went into see Wendell."

"Timmy I was so nervous. Martin walked me over to his office and reintroduced us. I'd met him when I was interviewed for my job, but that was the only time I'd ever seen him. Wendell is the quietest of the three partners and he's also regarded as the smartest. He's responsible for most of the firm's strategic planning."

Kelly looked at me. "As soon as Martin left, Wendell gave me the cutest smile in the world and joked that I was in his office on an errand of mercy. Timmy, I burst out laughing and then I asked Wendell if he was sure his heart could take it. He told me that he wasn't sure, but if it couldn't he was quite certain that it would be an outstanding way to die."

I nodded. "I can see why you like him."

"He sat down on his sofa and I did a little strip for him. As soon as I was naked I got down on my knees between his legs, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. It wasn't very big and it was still limp. I put it in my mouth and started sucking it. It didn't seem to make any difference. His cock still didn't get hard. I looked up at Wendell and I could see that he was a little embarrassed. He told me that he took several medications for his heart and they made it difficult for him to get an erection. I asked him what he wanted me to do."

"What did he say?"

"He told me that he could still cum and that he would enjoy it more if I sat next to him on the couch and gave him a hand job. Timmy I cuddled up with him and slowly stroked his penis while he played with my breasts. It was really nice. It didn't take me long to make him cum and when he did I made a big point of licking his semen off of my fingers." Kelly smiled. "He really liked that."

"I'll bet he did."

"After that we just sat together and talked. By the time I left his office we were already well on the way to becoming very good friends."



Courtesan Ch. 04



This is the fourth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

"So how did you make the transition from having sex with your bosses to becoming a courtesan?"

Kelly stared at me. "Why do you keep using the word, courtesan?"

"I thought that was the term you and your fellow workers preferred."

"It was. It makes what we do seem almost elegant, but why would you use it? I'd think you'd choose a word like hooker or even whore."

"Those words are pejoratives, especially whore. They imply that there was something wrong with what you were doing."

"Don't you think there was?"

"Only if you do."

My wife stared at me for a very long time. Finally she said, "It destroyed our marriage." 

"No, not being truthful with me destroyed our marriage."

Kelly closed her eyes and shook her head. She was clearly confused by my reaction.

In a very gentle voice I added, "And I'm beginning to believe that it might be more apt to say that it nearly destroyed our marriage."

Kelly looked up at me. After a moment she smiled. 

I smiled back at her and then I patted her thigh and quietly said, "Why don't you tell me about the first time you met an associate for sex."

Kelly's smile changed to an expression of curiosity. "How do you know that word?'

"Martin Jackson explained the process to me."

Still looking puzzled, Kelly said, "Okay." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She paused. It was clear that she was thinking. Finally Kelly said, "It was on a Tuesday morning about a month after I got my promotion. John Reynolds called me into his office. He told me that they were in a bit of a jam and they needed a huge favor. There was a very wealthy investor who was considering joining them in their latest take over attempt. He'd never dealt with them before and he was being a little wary about making a commitment. They wanted to try to build some good will with him. John explained to me that Martin knew the man and thought that setting him up with an attractive young woman for an evening might be a good way to create some rapport."

Kelly shook her head. "I was a little confused about what John wanted me to do, so I asked him if they wanted me to go out to dinner with this man."

"What did he say?"

"He told me no, that wasn't what they were asking. They wanted to know if I might be willing to spend an evening with him in a luxury suite at the Calvert Hotel."

"I assume that gave you a better idea about what John was requesting."

My wife nodded. "It certainly did and I was shocked. I stared at John and asked him if he was actually suggesting that I let this guy fuck me."

"How did John react to that?"

"He back tracked very quickly. He told me that he didn't mean to offend me, they just knew how much I enjoyed sex and they thought there was a chance that I might consider helping them out. He then made it clear that this was definitely not part of my job and it was perfectly okay for me to say no."

"What did you say to that?"

"Timmy I'm sorry, but as soon as I got over my initial shock I began thinking about how wicked it would be to meet a strange man in a hotel room for sex. Baby I started to get excited."

I chuckled. "The naughty girl was back."

Kelly grinned at me. "Yes she was."

"So what did you do?"

"John asked me to forget that he'd said anything and then he started to apologize. I interrupted him and told him that I would be willing to help them out." Kelly giggled. "He stared at me for a moment and didn't say anything at all. I think he was a little disconcerted."

I laughed. "I'll bet he was."

"John's a pretty smooth guy. He quickly gathered his wits, thanked me and told me that if this man did decide to invest in the project, there would be a nice bonus for me." Kelly looked at me. "That's how the firm operates. Everyone earns a small base salary and then we get bonuses when we successfully complete a project."

"Yes, you explained that to me when you started working for JTandR"

"I guess I did. Anyway, John thanked me again and told me that he'd get back to me later in the day with all the details. I went back to my office and waited."

"Your office?"

"Yes, when I became an administrative assistant to Martin, Wendell and John I was given a very small office down the hall from their offices."

"That must have made you feel very important."

Kelly looked at me. "I thought I told you about that."

I shook my head. "I don't think so. By last fall, you weren't telling much at all about your job."

"Timmy I'm sorry, that wasn't intentional. I think I was unconsciously trying to keep my two lives separated."

"Don't worry, I'm starting to understand that. Tell me what happened when John got back to you."

"He came by my office at about three. Baby I was starting to get very nervous and I was trying to think of a way I could gracefully back out of the situation."

"I would think so, meeting a strange man in a hotel room for sex is a pretty daring thing to do."

"John told me the man's name was Eric."

"Just Eric, no last name?"

Kelly nodded. "That's right and then he gave me a key to a suite at the Calvert and told me to meet Eric there at 8:30 that night. John said that they would arrange for room service to deliver a bottle of chilled champagne to the room at 8:35. He told me to add a twenty dollar tip to the bill and sign the tab. He explained that the firm has an account with the Calvert."

My wife looked at me. "Timmy when I actually heard the plan for the evening I began to get excited again. It was well orchestrated and the idea of sipping champagne with a mysterious gentleman in a luxurious suite at the Calvert Hotel was incredibly intriguing."

I chuckled. "I can imagine that it was. I'll bet that you were starting to feel very wicked again."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Yes Timmy, I really was."

"So what happened next?"

"Once he was done filling me in on all the details of the date John asked me if I was still willing to do it."

"He was giving you another chance to back out."

"Yes."

"That was very nice of him."

"Martin, John and Wendell are tough businessmen, but they're very considerate and they go to great lengths to take care of the people who work for them."

"You obviously told him that you'd do it."

She nodded. "Yes, at that moment I was very excited." Kelly's tone of voice changed. "But as soon as John left my office I thought about you and I was suddenly overcome by a feeling of absolute horror."

"What do you mean?"

"Timmy it dawned on me that this could turn into a very late night and I was going to have to call you and give you some kind of explanation about where I was going to be."

"I see."

"Baby up until that point all of my lies had just been little omissions. I didn't actually tell you something that wasn't true, I just neglected to tell you about everything that happened."

"But now you were going to have to lie to me."

My wife quietly said, "Yes, do you remember that night?'

I nodded, "Yes, I remember it very well. It was the first time that you didn't get home from work until well after midnight. You called me in the afternoon and told me that several investors were coming into town for an unexpected meeting in the morning and you had to help get a proposal ready for them." Shaking my head, I said; "I believed you."

Kelly closed her eyes and whispered, "Timmy I'm sorry. By that time I felt like I was mired so deeply in my secret life that I couldn't get out anymore. I didn't know what else to do. It seemed like lying was my only choice." She shook her head. "You were so wonderful. You told me that you understood and that you'd have a nice dinner waiting for me when I got home."

"And you told me not to wait up, and not to worry about dinner. You said the partners were having food brought into the office."

"Timmy I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to tell you." She sighed. "After I hung up the telephone I laid my head down on my desk and cried for a half hour."

Suddenly tears began to roll down my wife's cheeks. 

This time I didn't chastise Kelly about her lying. I didn't need to, she was already doing that to herself. Instead I put my arm around her and held her close to me.

Kelly pressed her face into my chest and once again started to sob.

I let Kelly cry for a few minutes and then I took out my handkerchief, lifted her face and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks.

She smiled at me.

I whispered to her, "I still love you".

She closed her eyes and said, "Oh please let that be true."

I gently kissed the tip of Kelly's nose. "Don't worry, it is."

Kelly cuddled up to me and said, "Timmy I love you so much."

"I know you do." I whispered it. 

After waiting for another minute I patted my wife's thigh and quietly said, "Tell me what happened after you finally stopped crying."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "Tonya Lewis came to see me."

"Who's Tonya Lewis?"

"She's the lead hostess. I didn't know that at the time, but that's her job."

"The lead hostess? It sounds like it's an actual department in the firm."

"Kind of, but not really. There's five of us, or at least there used to be when I worked there. Tonya made sure that we had everything we needed. She also kept the master schedule."

"Everything you needed?"

"Yes, clothes, lingerie, jewelry; it was important that we looked good."

"That makes sense. Who were the five hostesses."

"Actually there were four hostesses and one host."

"That's right, Mr. Jackson told me that they had one man working full time for them."

Kelly looked at me in surprise. "He did?"

"Yes."

"I really do want to hear about your conversation with him."

"You will, now tell me about the four hostesses and the one host."

Kelly nodded. "Okay, Tonya Lewis is the lead hostess. She's older, maybe in her early forties. She's been with the firm for a very long time. She helped me out a lot when I was first getting started. Timmy she's so beautiful. When I'm forty I hope I look half as good as Tonya."

I laughed. "I'll bet you'll look twice as good as she does when you're forty."

Kelly grinned at me. "Your opinion doesn't count. You're not an impartial judge. You're biased." She reached over, grabbed my nipple through my shirt and gave it a vicious twist. "And you damn well better be biased."

The shot of pain startled me. It also excited me. As soon as Kelly released my nipple I laughed and said, "I'll always be biased. I have to be, you're my goddess."

Kelly giggled. "Being your goddess is my favorite job."

We both smiled. We used to play with each other like that all the time. It was one of the reasons we enjoyed each other so much. Gradually during the past year we'd stopped. I missed that part of our life and desperately wanted it back. I sensed that Kelly did too. While I knew that it was going to take some work, I was feeling optimistic and starting to believe that it might be possible.

I let us enjoy the moment for a little longer and then I asked, "Who are the others?"

Kelly sighed. It was a sigh of resignation. It was clear that she didn't want the moment to end any more than I did, but she also knew that we had work to do if we wanted to recapture the relationship that we'd both once enjoyed so much. 

Getting back to work Kelly said, "Mandy Wells and Keisha Edwards are the other hostesses and Antoine Carter is the host. Mandy is a very slender brunette. She's sort of my opposite. She has tiny tits."

"Some guys like women with small breasts." 

Kelly nodded. "She's very popular. When we go to Evergreen she looks really cute in a thong."

"Evergreen that's the place in South Carolina, right?"

"Yes, it's a huge estate owned by the firm. They use it to throw parties."

"I imagine you can throw a pretty good party at a southern mansion."

"Timmy you would be amazed by some of the things that have happened at Evergreen."

"I'd like to hear about them, but first, tell me about Keisha Edwards and Antoine Carter and then you have to continue telling me about your first evening at the Calvert."

"Keisha is a gorgeous black girl. Timmy she has beautiful coffee colored skin and long shiny black hair. She's a large breasted girl like me, only she also has the most beautiful bottom I've ever seen."

Kelly grinned at me. "I think you'd really enjoy licking it."

"Your's is the only bottom I'm ever going to lick."

"What if I ordered you to do it? A good boy should never disobey his goddess." Kelly had a mischievous smile on her face. "I think I might enjoy seeing your face buried in Keisha's gorgeous rear end." 

That image sent a little thrill rippling through my body. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip in an effort to regain my composure.

Kelly noticed how excited I was getting so she pushed a little. "Keisha and Tonya are both very experienced dominants. They always take the associates who enjoy a little discipline." My wife winked at me. "Maybe I'll call them up and invite them over some day. I think it might be very exciting to watch them give you few lessons on how to properly treat a lady."

I laughed. "You're starting to feel wicked again, aren't you."

She grinned at me as she slowly nodded her head.

Suddenly I stopped and looked at my wife. "I would have thought that they would have given you the associates who enjoy a little discipline."

Kelly shook her head. "No, in fact Mandy and I are usually assigned to the men who enjoy being dominant." She thought for a moment and then she said. "Timmy, I don't think there's anything in this world that gets me as excited as dominating you, but a really powerful man who knows how to take control of a girl can also get me pretty wet." She shrugged. "I guess I'm just a slut. Anything that has to do with sex gets me hot."

I leaned over and kissed Kelly's cheek. "That's the girl I fell in love with."

We both burst out laughing.

After a moment I said, "All right, let's try to stay focused. Tell me about Antoine Carter."

"Antoine is a tall slender black man. I think he's twenty-eight. He's extremely handsome and very athletic. He played college basketball. He also has a big cock." Kelly giggled. "I'm talking about a really big cock. When it's erect it must be at least a foot long."

I grinned at her. "That's big."

Kelly grinned back at me. "Yes it is. Timmy, it's so much fun to suck a cock that big and Antoine is a very considerate lover. When he fucks a woman, he's always exceedingly careful and very gentle, especially at first. He has to be. You understand why, don't you."

"I assume that it's because he's so big and he doesn't want to hurt anyone."

Kelly nodded. "That's right."

"Has he fucked you?"

After a brief pause, Kelly looked at me and quietly answered, "Yes, he has. I'm sorry Timmy, I..."

Smiling at her I said, "It's okay, Kelly. Was he good?"

My question surprised Kelly, but her surprise quickly vanished as she realized that it also meant that I wasn't angry with her. Sounding relieved Kelly said, "Yes Timmy, he was."

I nodded. "I imagine that a considerate, gentle lover with a huge cock would be good."

Kelly giggled. "Actually, Antoine isn't just good, he's amazing."

"I see."

"Timmy, Antoine's not just a guy with a big cock, he's also a very nice man. That's the real reason he's so good in bed. You're amazing in bed too and for the same reason. Antoine has a big cock. You have a little cock, but you're an artist with your tongue. Both of you are, in your own ways, skilled lovers. That's what makes you good, but what sets you apart and makes you great is that you're both kind, considerate, loving men."

"It sounds like you really like Antoine."

"I do, he's a very good friend."

"Should I be jealous?"

Laughing, Kelly said; "Absolutely not, Antoine is a good friend and an amazing fuck; but Timmy honey, you don't have anything to worry about. You're the only man I'll ever love."

"You made some good friends at JTandR, didn't you."

"Yes, I'm going to miss them." Kelly's voice trailed off to a whisper. Her disappointment was clear.

For a moment we stared at each other in silence. An unvoiced question hung in the air between us. Kelly was afraid to ask it and I wasn't yet ready to answer it, so we both chose to ignore it.

Finally I said, "Why don't you finish telling me about your first evening at the Calvert."

Happy to relieve the tension, Kelly nodded. "Okay." She paused for a second and then she said, "Tonya Lewis came to see me. At that time I didn't know who she was. I didn't even know that hostesses existed and she didn't mention anything about them. She just told me that she occasionally entertained associates for the firm and Martin had asked her to stop by and help me prepare for the evening."

"I see."

"She explained that my date was expected to be kind and respectful. She made it very clear that if he didn't behave appropriately, no one at the firm would be upset if I got dressed and left." Kelly looked at me. "Timmy that made me feel much better."

"I imagine it did."

"Then the fun part started."

"What was that?"

"Tonya gave me a company credit card and told me to go to Maxine's Dress Shop and buy a new dress and some sexy lingerie. Timmy, Maxine's Dress Shop is the most exclusive women's clothing store in this city. I'd never even been in there. I asked Tonya how much I could spend and she told me to try to keep it under $800.00. Timmy $800.00 for a new dress and some underwear! It was unbelievable."

"You were in girl heaven, weren't you."

"Yes I was. And then she told me that after I was finished at Maxine's I should go across the mall to Grant's Shoe store and buy a pair of high heels to match the dress. Tonya suggested that I should be able to get a very nice pair for around $200.00. Timmy, at that time I didn't own a single pair of shoes that cost over $80.00."

"They were making this job very attractive, weren't they?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes they were. Now, when I look back on it, I'm certain that they were trying to entice me to become a hostess."

"Are you angry about that?"

Kelly thought about my question for a moment and then she shook her head. "No, not really. It's clear that they took steps to encourage me to become a hostess; but they never did anything to coerce me or deceive me." She grinned at me. "They may have shown me the path, but I chose to happily skip down it on my own."

I smiled. This was the girl that I'd fallen in love with. She knew how to take responsibility for her own behavior.

"So what did you do when you were done shopping?"

"I had dinner at the Goldenrod Supper Club."

"Really, by yourself?"

She nodded. "Yes, Tonya gave me a card that allowed me to put my dinner on the firm's tab. They maintain an account there. They know the owner. He's a huge ex-convict. He goes by the name, Big Reggie Diamond."

"He sounds dangerous,"

"Not really, I've gotten to know him. He's actually a pretty sweet guy. He also owns a strip club on the outskirts of downtown called the Black Knight." 

"I've been there. It's on 3rd Avenue." 

"Timothy Jamieson when did you ever go to a strip club?"

"Hey, I'm a pretty wild guy. I've done all kinds of things that you don't know about." I grinned at Kelly. "You know that I do happen to be married to a courtesan."




Courtesan Ch. 04



Kelly looked at me. After a moment she said, "An ex courtesan and it almost sounded like you were proud of it."

I shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I am."

My wife stared at me for a very long time. Finally she said, "Timmy this is all incredibly confusing."

I nodded. "Yes it certainly is."

"Okay, so you had dinner at the Goldenrod Supper Club."

"It was wonderful. I had a fillet mignon."

I nodded approvingly. "You were living well."

"Yes, the firm was taking very good care of me."

"What did you do after dinner?"

"I went back to Tonya's office."

"Tonya's office?"

Kelly nodded. "She'd given me a key that afternoon. Her office had a private bathroom with a shower and a huge closet. I later learned that all the hostesses had offices like that."

"Did you have one of those offices?"

"Yes, after I officially became a hostess I did."

Suddenly I had a very troubling thought. I stared at my wife. "I assume that your office contained a large wardrobe of sexy clothing that I knew nothing about."

Kelly sighed. "Yes Timmy it did."

I closed my eyes and remembered the neglect, indifference and sexual frustration that I'd been forced to endure for the past eight months. As I thought about it anger began to well up inside of me. 

Looking at my wife, I said; "For the past year, you've used those sexy outfits to tantalize and excite a host of strange men; but for some reason you were never able to find the time or interest to treat me, your husband, to the sight of you wearing any of them."

There was an icy tone in my voice. It alarmed Kelly. She shook her head and quickly answered. "Timmy I never brought them home. They were always kept in my office. They belonged to the firm."

"Don't lie to me Kelly. The lingerie that I saw in your travel bag after you came back from Las Vegas last week was part of that wardrobe, wasn't it?"

My wife quietly answered, "Yes it was."

"Kelly you lied to me that afternoon and it was a silly lie. You told me that you had that lingerie so you could wear it and feel sexy while you masturbated."

Kelly closed her eyes. "Yes, I did." Shaking her head, she added; "When I hear it now I'm ashamed of myself. It was a stupid thing to say."

Suddenly a wave of anger overwhelmed me. I glared at my wife. "Kelly that afternoon you also had the audacity to accuse me of masturbating."

Kelly quietly answered, "I know, I'm sorry Timmy."

I looked at her. "The night before, when you were in Las Vegas, did you go there to meet a man?"

"Yes."

"Did you wear that hot dress and sexy lingerie for him."

Kelly took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes."

I chuckled. "The same clothes that you couldn't be bothered to wear for me, your loving husband."

My wife didn't say anything, she just stared at the floor."

"Kelly, did you let him fuck you that night?"

"Yes."

"How many times? Tell me the truth Kelly, don't lie."

"Twice."

"Did you let him cum inside you?"

"Yes."

"Both times?"

"Yes."

"Did you suck his cock?"

"Yes, when we first met in the hotel room. That was before we went down to have dinner in the restaurant."

"Did you you let him cum in your mouth."

"Yes, you know I always do that."

"Yes I do."

"Did you spend the night with him?"

"Yes, that's part of the deal when I meet a guy in Vegas. He has me for the entire night.'

"The entire night?" I laughed. "Kelly it's been over a year since I've had you for an entire night."

My wife shook her head. "Timmy, that's not true. It can't be true."

"Think about Kelly, it is true."

Kelly buried her face in her hands. She was clearly upset, but I was in no mood to let up on her.

"Did you let him fuck you again the next morning?"

Kelly didn't look up she just mumbled, "Yes."

"Kelly you let a stranger cum inside you four times in less than twenty-four hours. Do you know how many times you've let me cum inside you in the last four months? You've probably forgotten, so I'll tell you. Zero Kelly, not one time. We haven't made love at all in the last two months and in the two months before that we only made love twice and on those two occasions all you were willing to do was give me a handjob."

I raised my voice. "That afternoon, after enjoying the pleasure of getting laid three times and sucking a guys cock at least once, you had the audacity to accuse me of masturbating. Well Kelly, I do masturbate. I masturbate constantly. I have to, do you want to know why?"

My wife didn't look at me. She kept her face buried in her hands.

"I'll tell you why Kelly, I have to masturbate because my wife lost all interest in having sex with me!"

Kelly burst into tears.

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. "Kelly I can accept the fact that for the past six months you've enjoyed sex with a large number of men; but knowing that at the same time you deliberately forced me, the man you profess to love, to be celibate really sticks in my craw."

I was now very upset. I stood up. "Kelly I don't think I can ever forgive you for that."

I stormed across the living room. When I got to the front door I turned and glared at my wife. "Last week you stood in this house and yelled at me because I pointed out that we never had sex anymore. You actually became irate when I dared to remind you that you used to love sex. When I questioned you about why you no longer seemed to be interested in it, you looked me in the eyes and told me that you did miss sex." 

Laughing sarcastically, I said; "And then you tried to make me believe that the problem was that your job sapped you of all your energy."

Finally I lost my temper and yelled. "Kelly I was living without sex at that time, but you weren't. You were getting boinked every single fucking day of the week and you dared to tell me that you missed sex." I laughed. "You don't even know what it means to miss sex." 

My voice got very quiet. "And to add insult to injury, you tried to convince me that those sexy clothes were your one refuge." I shook my head. "You actually thought you could get me to believe that you had that lingerie so you could dress up an feel sexy while you masturbated in your hotel room. Kelly you must think I'm an idiot!"

I sighed. "Kelly I can easily forgive you for sleeping with all those other men. I can even forgive you for lying to me; but I don't think I can ever forgive you neglecting me, treating me with utter disdain and contempt and most of all for so callously ignoring my own needs as a man."

I turned and walked out the door. As I slammed it behind me I heard Kelly scream; "No Timmy, please don't go."

I drove back to the little park by the river, got out of my car and walked out to one of the benches near the edge of the bluff. It was a Wednesday, so even though it was a warm fall afternoon, the park was deserted. The secluded bench that I'd selected was on the edge of a grove of trees that had just passed the peak of their fall colors. The ground underneath them was slowly being covered by an ever thickening carpet of dry leaves. It was a beautiful serene spot. I needed to be alone and this was the perfect haven for me. I sat down, buried my face in my hands and started to cry.

I bawled like a baby for a few minutes and then I stopped. I was done, that was all I needed. I took a deep breath, sat up, pulled out my handkerchief and blew my nose. I felt much better. Crying may not be very manly, but it sure does help release some pent up emotions.

The events of the past week had taken a heavy toll on my spirit. I sat back, took several more deep breaths and quietly watched the Mississippi River flow by. It was incredibly soothing. The combination of the tears and the steady flow of the mighty river helped to clear my mind. Eventually I was able to start thinking again.

Blowing up at Kelly had given me no pleasure, but as I sat there thinking, I came to the conclusion that it had been an essential part of the healing process for me. Over the past several months her anger, contempt and indifference had created some deep wounds. If we ever were going to be able to patch up our marriage we had to address her spiteful behavior.

When I stormed out of the house I'd told Kelly that I would never be able to forgive her for the way she'd been treating me. Even at the time, I knew that wasn't true. Those were words said in anger. I knew that I couldn't ignore her callous behavior. I fully understood that if we didn't address it, if we just tried to overlook it and pretend that it never happened, it was going to gnaw at me for the rest of our lives. We had to discuss it and we both had to be able to reach an understanding of why she'd acted that way towards me. 

If we were able to do that and if Kelly could commit to being open and honest with me, I was now reasonably certain that we had a good chance to reconcile our differences and save our marriage. 

I was just trying to decide how soon I should attempt to contact Kelly when I felt a hand gently touch my shoulder and I heard my wife's soft voice.

"There isn't any possible excuse for the way I've treated you over the past several months and I fully understand why you would be reluctant to ever consider forgiving me. I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to forgive myself. I realize that it may now be too late, but I want you to know that I plan to spend the rest of my life trying to make amends to you." 

I didn't turn around, I didn't move and I didn't say anything.

"Timmy I was so angry with myself when I started cheating on you. I couldn't understand why other women could be so strong and I had to be so weak. It seemed to be so easy for them to avoid the temptations that were so difficult for me to resist. I so badly wanted to be the faithful wife that my family had expected me to become."

I heard Kelly sigh.

"When I started lying to you I became even angrier with myself. I knew it was wrong, and I now know that I should have come to you and told you everything, but I was afraid. I was afraid that if you found out how unreliable and corrupt I really was, you wouldn't love me anymore. Timmy you're so strong and honorable and I'm so weak and despicable."

I felt Kelly's hand clutch my shoulder.

"After I became a hostess, my life at work got even more exciting, but it also forced me to start lying to you all the time. The more I lied to you, the more I hated myself and as my self hatred grew, so did my my anger. Timmy, anger needs a target and you were the only one around. I know that this doesn't make any sense, but I was angry with myself. When I came home, you were the only available target for that anger so I bombarded you with it."

I slowly nodded. It was the first time I'd moved since Kelly had started talking.

"But there was another reason that I was so cruel to you. I couldn't bear the thought of having you find out how weak and despicable I really was. I was convinced that you would leave me the moment you discovered my secret life. I believed that I had to protect that secret at all cost, so I built a wall around myself. It was a wall constructed of lies, deceit, anger, contempt and indifference. It was all unconscious, none of it was deliberate, but I now believe that I was trying to keep you at arms length so you wouldn't discover the awful person hiding inside of me."

Kelly was silent for a moment. Finally she said, "Eventually my heavy travel schedule and constant late night business meetings aroused your suspicions. When you started to question my lies I was thrown into a state of total panic. The possibility that you might actually discover my secret life terrified me. I responded in the only way I knew how. My lies became more outrageous, I unleashed my anger and the attitude of contempt and disdain that I was using to protect myself became even more intense."

My wife gently rubbed my shoulder. 

"In a desperate effort to keep you from hating me I inadvertently did everything I possibly could to make you hate me." She sighed. "And now I've finally succeeded."

Kelly put her arms around me and then she leaned over and softly kissed my ear. "You are the love of my life, and now I've lost you. My only hope is that time might eventually heal the wounds that I've inflicted in your heart and temper the anger and contempt that you now feel for me. Timmy, if that ever happens I want you to know that I will be waiting for you. I will always be waiting for you. If necessary, I intend to wait for you until the end of time."

My wife kissed me one more time and then she turned and walked away.

I sat on that park bench hastily trying to digest everything that had happened in the past several hours. I quickly came to one conclusion. I did not want Kelly to leave that park before I had a chance to tell her now much I loved her.

I stood up and turned around. Kelly was already in her Mercedes. The car door was closed and she was putting on her seat belt. She was at least 200 feet away. I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could possibly carry me.

I heard the engine start. I was still fifty feet away. I ran harder.

The front wheels of the Mercedes turned. I was still twenty feet away.

Kelly looked over her right shoulder to check for oncoming cars. Just as her car started moving I managed to reach out and rap on the rear passenger window. Kelly heard me and stepped on the brakes. The Mercedes stopped moving.

My wife looked back and saw me. I was standing with my hands on my hips trying to catch my breath. She lowered her car window and stared at me. There was a tear running down her cheek.

I was still out of breath, but I managed to say, "Kelly you are not weak and despicable. You're strong and good. You were just trying to do something that's not part of your nature. You have no more business trying to be a faithful housewife, than I have trying to play linebacker for the Chicago Bears. It just isn't you."

I smiled at her. "Baby, I don't need to wait until the end of time. I know right now that I love you and I know that I will always love you. Earlier today I told you that there was nothing that you could ever do that would make me hate you. I meant that when I said it." 

I took a deep breath. "Yes, you did hurt me; but that pain pales when I compare it to the torment that I would have to endure each and every day if I were forced to go through life without you." 

Kelly grinned at me. "Timothy Jamieson, you certainly do have a way with words. Will you please come home with me."

I laughed. "Nothing in this world would make me happier."

"Get your car, I'll see you at the house."

"Just a moment I have something I have to do before we go."

"What?"

"This." 

I leaned forward, reached around Kelly's head and gently pulled her face to mine. She closed her eyes as I kissed her on the lips. For the first time in months I felt my wife return one of my kisses with passion."

When we finally broke apart Kelly whispered to me. "Timmy I love you so much."

I smiled at her. "I know, I love you too Kelly."

I got into my car and followed Kelly home. I noticed that while she was driving she took out her cell phone and made a call. When we got to our house we both pulled into the driveway, but Kelly didn't drive her Mercedes into the garage. Instead she waited while I parked my car on my side of the garage.

As soon as I was stopped I got out of my car and walked over to her. She was still sitting in her Mercedes. 

She looked at me and said, "Timmy I have to run an errand."

My heart sank. I closed my eyes and sighed. This scene was much too familiar.

Kelly saw my reaction and said, "No sweetheart, you don't understand. I want you to come with me."

I stared at her for a moment. I didn't say anything. 

She looked at me. "Will you please come with me. It's very important."

I nodded and then I walked around to the passenger side of her car and opened the door. As I was sitting down in the plush leather seat I realized that this was the first time that I'd ever ridden in my wife's Mercedes. I decided that there had already been enough recriminations for one day, so I didn't say anything. Instead I just quietly closed the door and put on my seat belt.

Kelly backed out of the driveway, put the big sedan into gear and stepped on the accelerator.

As soon as we were moving I looked at her and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Downtown to the Whetmore Building."

"Why are we going there?"

"I just finished talking to Tonya. I asked her if they've already cleared out my office. She told me that they haven't. I asked her if she knew what they were going to do with my lingerie. She said that they were going to throw all of it out. I asked her if I could have some of it. She told me that I could help myself to anything I wanted."

Kelly grinned at me. "Sweetheart, tonight I am going to put on a lingerie fashion show for you that you will remember for the rest of your life."



Courtesan Ch. 05



This is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

We pulled onto Jackson Street. Jackson was a three lane one way street going towards downtown. Charles Street was one block west. It was a three lane one way street leaving downtown. Kelly and I both agreed that when we were driving downtown it was faster to take Jackson and Charles than to drive a mile east and get onto the freeway.

It was 5:00 o'clock, rush hour. Most of the cars were over on Charles Street heading south out of downtown, but Jackson was still busy. 

As soon as Kelly settled her Mercedes into the traffic flow she turned to me and said, "Would you like to hear the rest of the story about the first time I met an associate at the Calvert?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I would."

She reached over and placed her hand on the inside of my thigh. "Which version would you like to hear? The impassive narrative or the steamy, x rated description." She slid her hand over to my crotch and squeezed my penis. 

I gasped when I felt my wife fondling me. Suddenly I got very nervous and decided that I'd better warn her. "Be careful, it's been a long time since you touched me there. I don't want to make a mess in my pants."

Kelly giggled. "Don't worry, I'll be careful; but once we get into my office it's going to be a different situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Baby, there's a couch in my office. You're going to sit down on it and I'm going to kneel between your legs and give you my very best blow job." She leered at me. "Timmy we are going to spend the next week finding out how many times I can make you can cum inside me."

I took a deep breath and then I grinned at Kelly and said, "I guess I'll take the x rated version."

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that."

My wife slipped her hand back to the inside of my thigh. I was thankful. I was very close to making a mess.

"Okay, let's see, where was I? Oh yes, in Tonya's office at JTandR." She turned to me. "Oh by the way Tonya will still be at the office when we get there and she's dying to meet you."

"How does she even know who I am?'

"Sweetheart, she knows all about you and she's very envious of me because I have you."

I looked at Kelly. "You certainly were living two different lives, weren't you?"

She sighed. "Yes, Timmy I'm sorry. I was."

I patted her thigh. "That's in the past. We're moving on with our lives. I shouldn't have said anything. Now go on with your story. You were in Tonya's office getting ready for your date."

"I was so excited. My new dress was a beautiful deep burgundy wool business suit. It had a pencil skirt that came down to just above my knees and..."

"A pencil skirt?"

Kelly smiled at me. "You'd just call it a tight fitting skirt."

I nodded and then I asked, "Why did you buy a business suit. You were meeting a man in a hotel room to have sex with him. Why not buy a leather mini skirt and a crop top or something like that?'

My wife shook her head. "First of all, Tonya cautioned me not to do that. The Calvert Hotel doesn't want us running around their lobby looking like street hookers. Secondly, a business suit makes me look much more elegant. That's a plus when you're dealing with a middle aged businessman."

"But that black cocktail dress that you had in your overnight bag when you came back from the Las Vegas trip was very short, very low cut and looked like it would be very tight."

Kelly giggled. "You're right, that dress is really hot. I'll bring it home so that I can model it for you tonight."

"I don't understand?"

"Sweetie that dress is for Vegas. The standards are a little different there." She looked at me. "Frequently the middle aged businessmen that I'd meet there wanted to show me off. You understand don't you? I was kind of a trophy date. Most of the guys wanted me to dress in a very sexy outfit."

"I see."

"But at the Calvert, discretion and anonymity are essential. Most of the businessmen we deal with are very concerned that someone might find out that they're meeting a woman in a hotel room for sex."

"So why is Las Vegas different than the Calvert?"

"I think most of the men who want a GFE night in Vegas are usually single or they have an understanding with their wives. In any case, they're not worried about being black mailed."

"A GFE night, what does that mean?"

"It's a term that professional escorts use. It means girl friend experience. We think the term is very descriptive. We borrowed it from them, but we've expanded the concept."

"I still don't understand." I looked at Kelly. "When you say professional escort; you're talking about a prostitute, right?."

"Yes, but a very high class prostitute."

"So what does girl friend experience mean?"

"Escorts who aren't GFE are very mechanical. No kissing, no real foreplay, just a quick blow job followed by a fuck. As soon as you cum you're done. Some guys like that. It's sort of, let's get down to business and get it done."

"All right."

"Girls who advertise that they're GFE kiss and take a little time for foreplay. If a guy wants to eat her pussy he can do it. It makes a guy feel more like he's making love to his girlfriend." 

Suddenly a little pang of jealousy rippled through me. I looked at Kelly and asked, "Did you let guys eat your pussy?"

Kelly looked at me. When she saw the sad expression on my face she realized that I was upset, but I could tell that she was confused about why I was upset. She stared at me for a moment and then suddenly she understood. She sighed. "I'm sorry Timmy, but I did. Baby my job was to fulfill fantasies and for a lot of guys that's a big part of the fantasy."

I nodded and then I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you let guys lick your ass too?"

Kelly whispered, "Yes, if they wanted to do it, they could."

Very quietly, I said; "I see." And then I turned and silently stared out the car window."

Kelly pulled her Mercedes over to the curb and shut the engine off. Turning to me, she said; "I wish that I could tell you that I reserved certain things just for you, but that wasn't a choice. I was in the business of fulfilling dreams. I was paid to give men what they wanted. Baby do you remember that when we were in college I used to tell you that I'd never let a guy fuck me in the ass?"

I kept staring out the car window, but I nodded my head.

"Now I can take a huge cock in my ass and I enjoy it. I had to learn. Sweetheart, my job was to help men realize their dreams and I loved it. I provided the pleasures that the men I entertained couldn't get from their wives. Most of them just wanted to play with my big tits while I gave them a blow job; but some of them wanted to eat my pussy, some of them wanted to lick my asshole and some of them wanted to fuck my asshole. If that was what it took to get them to give us their stock proxies or invest in our projects, then that's what I let them do. Baby I was a courtesan and I was a very good one.

My wife paused for a moment and then she said, "But the one thing I have always reserved for you is my love. Timmy, another man can lick my pussy but it never feels as good as it does when you lick my pussy. Another man can lick my asshole, but I never enjoy it as much as I do when you lick my asshole. Sweetheart I'm a blow job queen. I love sucking cocks, but I will always be happiest when I'm sucking your little cock." Kelly grinned at me. "The reason is quite simple. I happen to be madly and uncontrollably, head over heels in love with you."

Giggling, she added; "By the way, before we go to sleep tonight, you're going to fuck me in my ass."

Puzzled, I turned and stared at Kelly.

She shrugged. "Baby after tonight I want to be absolutely certain that no other man has ever enjoyed my body in a way that you haven't."

Kelly picked up my hand and held it. For a moment we were both silent and then she said, "Timmy if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you lick my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you lick my asshole. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you fuck my ass. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you fuck my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never suck a cock other than yours. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you touch my tits. And if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you kiss me."

Kelly stared at me. "If you ask me to do those things, I'll promise you that I will try; but the only guarantee that I can make to you with absolute certainty is that I will always love you and I will always love only you."

I took a second to think about what my wife had just told me and then I turned to her and said, "Just promise me that you'll love me. That will be enough for me."

"Timmy you have that promise. You've always had that promise."

We stared at each other in silence. Kelly was still holding my hand. After a moment she smiled at me and asked, "Are you okay now or are you still sad that I've let other guys lick my pussy and my ass."

I shook my head. "No I'm not sad about it anymore. It helps me when remember that it was your job." I grinned at my wife. "I'll bet that you were an outstanding courtesan."

Kelly nodded. "Yes I was. I was very good."

I smiled at my wife. At that moment I was incredibly proud of her.

Kelly switched on her left turn indicator, looked over her shoulder, waited for a gap in the oncoming cars and pulled back out onto Jackson Street. Once she was back into the traffic flow she put her hand on my thigh and said, "Are you ready to hear more of the story?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I am."

"Okay, my new outfit was a burgundy wool suit. It had a pencil skirt."

I nodded. I now knew what that meant.

"It also had this cute waist length jacket. When I wore the Jacket open, it framed by bosom very nicely."

I chuckled. "Bosom?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "I was trying to be classy little boy. Would you prefer the term boobies?"

I grinned at her. "How about bodacious ta tas."

Kelly laughed and pulled up her sweater, exposing her brassiere covered breasts. "Are you suggesting that these magnificent symbols of feminine sexuality should be called ta tas?"

Suddenly the driver of the car in the lane to Kelly's left started blowing his horn. We both looked over. Two college aged boys were wildly waving at us.

Kelly turned towards them, slipped her left breast out of its brassiere cup and held it up for the two guys.

The driver leaned on the horn. The kid in the passenger seat lowered his window and pointed towards the curb. They wanted us to stop so that they could talk to my wife. 

Kelly laughed and mouthed the words, "No way." And then she stuffed her breast back into her bra and pulled her sweater back down.

It had been an impulsive act. Realizing what she'd just done, Kelly glanced at me. There was an expression of chagrin on her face."

"Well so much for life as a prim and proper housewife." I blurted it out. It was meant as a joke, but as soon as I said it I regretted it. 

Kelly sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I have to do things like that."

I reached over and patted her thigh. "Hey I was just teasing you. I enjoyed it. I thought it was both funny and kind of exciting."

"Really?"

"Yes."

My wife giggled. "So did I."

"Okay, back to the story. Your new suit had a cute waist length jacket that framed your bosom."

Kelly laughed. "You mean my ta tas, don't you?"

"Yes, your ta tas. Are you going to tell this story or are you just going to play around all afternoon?"

"Okay Mr. Serious. For a blouse I had this really hot satin hip length tank top. It was a rich ivory color and trimmed with lace. It was tight fitting and and very low cut." Kelly winked at me. "It exposed a lot of cleavage. Tonya told me that if I bought a business suit I could be a little daring with the blouse and believe me, I was. I'd also picked out a set of delightfully provocative lingerie that matched the blouse. Timmy, by the time I finished getting dressed I was feeling very sexy and incredibly elegant."

"What did your lingerie look like?"

Kelly grinned at me. "Listen to you. You're a little perv."

I nodded. "Yes I am and so are you. That's why were a perfect match for each other."

She reached over and squeezed my hand. "We are perfect for each other, aren't we ."

"Yup."

"Well the bra and panties were all lace and the material was so thin that they were nearly transparent. The bra was wireless."

"Wireless?"

"That means it didn't give me much support, but I wasn't planning on wearing it for very long. I didn't need much support."

"Why were you wearing it at all."

"Tonya suggested that I wear a bra. She said that most guys get a big thrill out of taking them off."

"I think she's right about that."

"The panties were matching lace bikinis."

"Why not a thong?"

"A thong is nice if you're going to be parading around in it; but if you're just planning to undress for a guy so he can fuck you, a pair of lace bikini panties are much sexier."

"Parading around?"

"You know, teasing guys at a sex party."

"A sex party?"

"Yes, the firm puts them on at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"I know about Evergreen, that's the mansion in South Carolina, right?"

"Yes."

"Eagle Lake, isn't that out on the Northwest side of the city?"

"That's right, the firm has another mansion out there."

"What happens at those places?"

"Sometimes it was just like Vegas. I'd meet a guy for an afternoon and evening of GFE."

"I now understand how that works in Vegas, but how does it work at one of the mansions?"

Kelly looked at me. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes I think I do." I smiled at her. "But not because I'm angry about what you were doing. I want to hear about all of this because I'm finding it exciting.

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "You really are a perv."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Yes I am, but I thought you already knew that."

We both laughed.

Suddenly Kelly stopped laughing. She silently stared at the road ahead of her. After a moment she whispered, "I guess I did know that. I just stupidly forgot about it for a little while."

I smiled at her. "Well now you remember again and that's all that matters. Tell me how a GFE night at Eagle Lake worked."

Taking a quick glance at me, Kelly smiled and said, "Okay." And then she started giggling. She reached over and gave my erect penis a firm squeeze "Do you want me to play with your little pecker while I tell you about it?"

I vigorously shook my head. "No, I think that might get very messy very quickly."

"You are enjoying this aren't you?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes, I am. That's why it might get messy."

Kelly kept giggling, but she pulled her hand away from my crotch. After flashing me a quick wink she said, "Okay, a GFE night at Eagle Lake. It worked like this. I'd be assigned to an associate and basically become his girlfriend for the entire time we were together. In the summer we'd spend the afternoon lying by the pool. In the winter we'd sit in front of this huge fireplace in the parlor. I'd flirt with him and fawn over him just like he was my boyfriend. There would generally be ten or fifteen people around including the partners. They'd usually try to talk a little business while we were sitting together. The whole time I'd be hanging on my associate, constantly touching him and rubbing my breasts against his body. It was my job to make it very clear to everyone that I belonged to him." 

"At the end of the afternoon we'd go back to his room and take a shower together. After we showered I'd usually give him a blow job and then we'd get dressed and go down to dinner. During dinner I'd continue to be his date. Whenever the partners were focusing on someone else it was my job to keep my associate entertained. After dinner we'd generally move to the patio or the parlor for cognac and coffee. At the end of the evening we'd go back to his room for a night of hot sex. Once he was exhausted, I'd either sleep with him or leave him and move to another bedroom in the house. That was his choice. If he wanted me to sleep with him I'd let him fuck me one more time when we woke up in the morning."

"You enjoyed those evenings, didn't you."

"Baby, I loved them."

"I can see why. You like to flirt and you love sex. This was your ideal job."

Kelly smiled at me. "Yes, it really was."

We were both silent for a moment and then I asked, "So what happened at the sex parties?"

Kelly didn't say anything, she just tightened her grip on the steering wheel and stared at the road ahead of us. It was obvious that my question had caused her to become very anxious. I sensed that she was reluctant to tell me about the parties. Earlier that afternoon she'd told me that she'd done awful things that would make me hate her. I suspected that some of those things may have occurred at the parties. I quickly decided that I shouldn't press Kelly about them until she was feeling a little more secure about my feelings towards her.

Instead I smiled at her and said, "Why don't we save the sex parties for later. Right now I'd like to hear rest of the story about your first night at the Calvert."

Kelly's face broke into a big smile. "Timmy, when it was finally time to go I was so excited."

"It was a big adventure, wasn't it."

She nodded, "Yes, it really was. I loved being a hostess." She shrugged. "I'll admit that getting to have tons of sex with a lot of different guys was big part of the reason; but there was more. It was also exciting. All of it was an incredible adventure."

"And you made a lot of money."

Kelly giggled. "I also got to buy a closet full of expensive new clothes and I didn't have to pay for any of them."

I laughed. "The job really was girl heaven, wasn't it."

My wife sighed. "It was, but it also almost destroyed our marriage."

That quieted both of us. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. 

Finally, in a very subdued voice, Kelly said, "Why don't I tell you more about the night at the Calvert."

Nodding, I said, "That's a good idea."

Kelly reached across and brushed my knee with her fingertips.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back at me and then she said, "I was so nervous when I drove up to the Calvert. Timmy, I'd never even been inside that hotel. Tonya had given me some money for tips and told me to use the valet parking." Taking a quick glance at me, Kelly said, "That was the first time I'd ever used valet parking. It made me feel sophisticated." She giggled. "Although, I do have to admit that when I pulled up in front of the hotel I was feeling a little embarrassed about my old Honda Civic."

"It certainly wasn't as fancy as the Mercedes you're driving now."

That made Kelly laugh. "No it wasn't, but the valet was still very polite. He didn't say a word about my junky old car. He just took the keys and told me to have a nice evening."

I chuckled. "Sweetheart, you're a gorgeous blond and you were dressed in a very expensive business suit. I'm sure that you could have ridden up on a bicycle and he still would have been polite."




Courtesan Ch. 05



Kelly grinned. "You're probably right. Anyway, I tipped him and went inside. Timmy I love the Calvert. It's such an elegant old hotel."

"The night I followed you was the only time I've ever been there. I was impressed. It really is very nice."

Kelly looked at me. "Maybe sometime we could spend a night there together. I know it's really expensive, but it would only be for one night and I have a lot of money saved up from my job."

"I think I'd like that."

My wife smiled at me and then she continued her story. "When I got on the elevator and pushed the button for the sixteenth floor my stomach started churning. I was so nervous."

"The other night you were on the seventeenth floor."

"Yes, that was my regular suite. Each hostess has her own permanent suite at the Calvert. Mine was 1712." She looked at me. "I still haven't explained that have I?" 

"No, but Martin Jackson did."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So you know that I wasn't lying when I told you that Roger Baldwin doesn't really exist."

"Yes, Mr. Jackson explained everything to me. Roger Baldwin was a fictitious name the firm used when they leased your room. He also told me that they used the name to create a phony identity to fool people who might be trying to catch your associate in a compromising position."

I laughed. "It worked. They fooled me."

"I'm sorry that happened, but at least now you know that I wasn't in love with another man." Kelly smiled at me. "Baby I'll never be in love with anyone but you."

I patted Kelly's thigh. "I know and I'll always love you too." And then I paused and added, "No matter what you've done."

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Are you sure?"

I shook my head. "Maybe not, did you kill any puppies or kitties?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course not."

I shrugged. "Then I'm sure."

"Timmy, I wish you'd followed me six months ago."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I am. Why would you ask such a silly question?"

"Because if I'd followed you six months ago you might never have had the chance to become a courtesan."

"Yes, but..."

"Kelly you loved that job."

"It almost destroyed our marriage."

"But it didn't and now I know all about it, and we're still together."

Kelly stared at the road in silence. Almost a minute passed. Finally she turned to me and said, "Timmy would you ever consider letting me...."

I held my hand up and stopped her. This was of course, the unvoiced question and I still wasn't ready to answer it. Shaking my head, I said; "We still have a lot of talking to do before we get to that question." 

Kelly sighed. "Yes, of course we do."

I smiled. "Lets get back to the story. You were getting off the elevator on the sixteenth floor."

"Timmy, at that moment I was so nervous. I almost turned around and went back to the office."

"What stopped you?"

"I'd bought all those fancy clothes. I was afraid they'd make me pay for them if I chickened out."

I laughed. Kelly stuck her tongue out at me.

"Okay, so you didn't chicken out. What happened when you got to the hotel room door?"

"I had a key, so I took a deep breath and opened it."

"You didn't knock?"

"No Tonya told me not to. They don't want our associates to ever open a door when someone knocks. That's why they gave me a key."

"That makes sense. They don't want a photographer or a private investigator bursting in on them."

"I was so nervous; but as soon as I opened the door everything was all right. Eric was gorgeous."

"That doesn't surprise me."

Kelly turned and looked at me. "What makes you say that?"

I put my hand up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. We'll talk about it after I've told you about my day. Finish telling me about Eric."

My wife stared at me for a moment and then she shrugged and continued. "He must have been in his early forties. He had long wavy dark hair with just a little gray at the temples." She smiled. "It was very distinguished looking. He was sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of scotch from the minibar."

"A sofa in a hotel room?"

"Timmy, these are luxury suites. They're really two rooms. The living room has a couch, a coffee table, a stuffed chair and a desk. The other room is an incredibly lavish bedroom with a king sized bed and a magnificent bathroom."

"No television?'

Kelly rolled her eyes. "There's a large flat screen television in both rooms."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Eric was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a white dress shirt and a tie. The tie was loosened and the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned."

"He was relaxing."

"Yes he was. He smiled at me when I walked into the room. His smile was almost as charming as yours."

"Thank you."

Kelly patted my knee. "Your smile is one of the many reasons that you're my babydoll."

"I'll bet Eric wasn't your babydoll."

Kelly laughed. "No he certainly wasn't. Eric was a stud. He was so sexy. When I walked in he smiled at me and in this deep rich voice said; Hi I'm Eric, you must be Joanne."

"Joanne?"

"We never use our real names."

"I know, but I thought you used Melody."

"I did, but this was before I was a full time courtesan. They gave me the name Joanne for that night."

"I prefer Melody."

Kelly smiled. "So do I."

"He really wasn't Eric either, was he?"

"No I'm sure he wasn't."

"So what happened?"

"He patted the spot next to him on the couch and invited me to sit down. I was about to do that when there was a knock at the door."

"I assume that it was the bellman with your champagne."

"Yes, it was. Eric went into the bathroom. The associates are instructed to always do that when someone knocks. I opened the door and let the bellman into the room. He opened the champagne and left it on the desk. I signed the bill and gave him a twenty dollar tip."

"That was a big tip."

"Tonya told me to give him that much. The firm takes excellent care of the bell staff at the Calvert."

"I'm sure that encourages them to be very cooperative."

Kelly nodded and then she continued, "As soon as the bellman was gone Eric came out of the bathroom and poured a glass of champagne for each of us. We sat on the couch, sipped our champagne and talked. Timmy, I felt so cosmopolitan and Eric was a very interesting man. I liked him."

"That made it easier to have sex with him, didn't it."

"Yes it really did. Anyway, after we finished our first glass of champagne Eric poured us a second and while he was up he suggested that we get more comfortable."

"What happened?"

"He set our glasses of champagne on the coffee table and took off his tie, shirt and pants. He had an erection. It was making a huge tent in the front of his boxers. Timmy, Eric had a really big cock."

"That must have made you happy."

Kelly giggled. "Oh yes."

"So what did you do?"

I stood up and told Eric to sit down and then I did a slow striptease for him."

"I'll bet he enjoyed that."

"He couldn't take his eyes off of me."

"I don't doubt that at all. How much did you take off?"

"Just my jacket, blouse and skirt. Then I sat down next to him and asked him if he'd like to take off my brassiere."

"I'll bet that went over pretty well."

"I didn't have to ask twice."

"So now your sitting on the couch with this man you just met. He's wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and you're only wearing your panties, garter belt and nylons; correct?"

My wife grinned at me.

"What happened next?"

"I got a very naughty idea."

I shook my head. "Tell me."

"I picked up one of the glasses and started dribbling champagne on my breasts."

"What did Eric do?"

"He smiled at me and started licking the champagne off of my nipple."

My breath caught.

Kelly looked at me. "That excites you doesn't it?" 

I slowly nodded.

She giggled. "Eric had the same reaction. He slipped his hand into my panties and started massaging my pussy with his fingertips."

"I'll bet that excited you."

"Timmy I was so wet. Suddenly I didn't want to play anymore games. I wanted Eric in the worst way. I wanted to suck his cock and then I wanted him to fuck me. I stopped dribbling the champagne onto my breasts. Eric Immediately sensed the change in my mood. He took the glass from my hand, set it on the coffee table and kissed me full on the lips."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy he was so strong and masterful. At that moment I would have done anything for him."

I swallowed hard. "And I'll bet you did."

"Yes, after he broke off our kiss he pulled his boxer shorts down and kicked them away. His erect cock was sticking straight up. I slipped my panties off, kneeled on the couch next to him and kissed the head of that magnificent penis."

"You love cocks, don't you Kelly."

"I really do." My wife smiled at me. "I gave him my very best blow job. First I licked the head of his penis like it was an ice cream cone and then I slowly kissed my way down that luscious stiff shaft until I got to his balls."

Glancing over at me, Kelly said; "Chris Kendricks taught me to lick and suck a guys balls while I stroke the shaft of his cock at the same time. It really does drive a lot of men wild."

"I'll bet Eric enjoyed it." 

"He really did." Kelly grinned at me. "I did too. I would have been happy to have done that to him for a very long time, but we had a big evening ahead of us and I wanted to make him cum."

"Why did you want to make him cum right away?"

"Most guys can last a lot longer after they've had their first orgasm. When I'm with a guy I like to begin with a nice hot blow job. Almost all of them enjoy it. It's a big fantasy for most guys. Lots of older men have wives who think it's dirty and nasty so they never get them."

I wanted to make a crack about being one of those guys who never gets a blow job from his wife, but Kelly was already feeling bad enough about neglecting me so I didn't say anything.

She continued. "Anyway, I licked Eric's balls for a few minutes and then I put his big cock in my mouth and started sucking him in earnest."

"Did he cum right away?"

Kelly shook her head. "Nope, I brought him right to the edge twice and then I backed him off."

"I'm not sure I understand."

My wife glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and quietly said, "No I don't suppose that you do. Please don't be offended when I say this, but controlling your orgasms is one of your problems."

"I know."

"If I suck on the head of your penis really hard and masturbate you at the same time, I can make you cum almost immediately. I can do that with any guy."

"Okay."

"Just before a guy is about to cum I can feel the tension building in his body. When I feel that tension in you, it's already too late for you to be able to stop yourself. At that point it doesn't matter what I do, you're going to ejaculate. When I'm with a guy like Chris or Eric and I feel that tension beginning to build, I can back off a little. They have enough control to be able to take a couple of deep breaths, compose themselves and stop before they start to cum."

"I see."

"Those same guys can also do it while they're fucking, only in that situation they're the ones who are in control. They have to be responsible for putting on the brakes. That's one of several skills that make a man an outstanding lover. Maybe if we practiced a little you could learn to do that."

"I think I'd like to try."

Kelly giggled. "I'd love to be your coach. Just think about the fun we could have while you're in training."

For a moment Kelly and I rode together in silence. We were both smiling. This silence wasn't caused by an emotional wound. Both of us were taking a moment to enjoy a feeling of camaraderie that hadn't existed between us for several months.

Finally, Kelly broke the silence. "Eventually I did make him cum."

"Did you let him cum in your mouth?"

Giggling, Kelly said; "Do you even have to ask."

I grinned at her. "Nope, I just like to hear you say it."

My wife playfully slapped my knee. "You are a perv."

I laughed. "We've already established that fact."

Kelly rolled her eyes and shook her head in pretend consternation. We smiled at each other for a moment and then she said, "After he came, Eric took me into the bedroom. He laid me down on this wonderful king sized bed, climbed on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips. Timmy it was so hot. My entire body was tingling. Eric was unbelievably powerful. At that moment I belonged to him."

Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "Baby does it bother you when I say things like that?"

Shaking my head, I said; "No, I don't think so." But then I paused and thought about what she'd said. I looked at her. "Well maybe a little, but it's okay. It makes me envious of Eric. Men like him obviously get you very excited. I wish I could do that for you, but I can't."

Nodding. Kelly said; "No, it's just not in your nature, but that's also why I love you so much."

"What do you mean?"

"I love that you're sweet, caring and gentle." She smiled. "And you make me feel powerful. Dominant men are exciting, but I'd rather spend my life with you. If I ever had to choose, I would always choose you. And Timmy, you do get me excited, you get me really excited."

'I know, but not in the same way."

Sighing, Kelly said; "Yes, that is true."

I smiled. "It's okay, I can live with that. I love you and I want you to be happy. I don't want you to have to choose. I don't think I could ever be content knowing that I was keeping you from enjoying the pleasure of being taken by a really powerful man."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes, I do."

Kelly glanced over at me and whispered the words, "Timmy, I love you."

I nodded. "I know you do. I love you too."

For a moment we both watched the road ahead of us. Finally Kelly continued the story. "After a long hot kiss Eric rolled us over so that I was on top. I knew exactly what he wanted and I knew exactly what to do. His cock was still limp and he was ready for me to get him hard again."

Kelly reached over and placed her hand on my crotch. She was checking to see if I had a erection. I did. She rubbed it for a moment and then she giggled. "You always did like hearing all the details when I got back to my dorm room after a date."

Suddenly her expression changed. Now somber, Kelly gave me a quick glance and said, "Timmy I'm sorry that I stopped telling you about my evenings out."

"It's okay, that's all in the past. Tell me how you got Eric hard."

That brought her smile back. "I went down on him again silly." Kelly squeezed my tiny penis. "Sucking a limp cock is much different than sucking an erect one. You have to tease it and play with it. It becomes a challenge to see how quickly you can make it grow. Eric was a real stud. It wasn't long at all before I felt his soft toy start to make its transformation into a menacing weapon."

"A menacing weapon?"

Kelly winked at me. "Poetic license. You were an English major. You understand, don't you?"

I chuckled. "Yes I understand. All right, so what did you do with his menacing weapon?"

Kelly took a deep breath. The memory was obviously exciting her. "As soon as Eric was erect I looked up at him. He was smiling at me. He wiggled his finger in a come here gesture, so I crawled up his body until I was straddling his hips." 

She giggled. "Eric's menacing weapon was right under my very wet pussy. I reached back and held it while I lowered myself onto him. While I was doing that Eric reached up and started fondling my breasts."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Having him inside me felt so good. Timmy, Eric's cock was big. It must have been at least eight or nine inches."

"Eight inches isn't so big."

Kelly laughed. "Maybe not by porn web site standards, but in real life eight inches is a big dick and nine inches is a very big dick."

"How is three and a half inches classified?'

Kelly grinned at me and gave my tiny erection a firm squeeze. "Cute, very very cute. It just happens to be my favorite size."

I chuckled. "That's good because that happens to be exactly what I'm packin."

"Packin?"

"Yup and it's menacing weapon too."

We both burst out laughing.

After a moment Kelly looked at me and said, "All right stud man, are you ready to hear the rest of the story?"

I leaned back, put my foot up on the dash board in front of me and confidently said, "Yup."

Kelly rolled her eyes in response to my pretend macho demeanor. After playfully slapping my foot away from the leather covered dash board of her Mercedes she shook her head and said; "This is the hot part of the story. Are you going to be serious?"

I sat up straight and folded my hands. "Yes Ms. Mason."

Kelly looked at me and started to giggle again. "Ooo I like it when you call me Ms. Mason."

Now it was my turn to be serious. I stared into Kelly's eyes and whispered, "So do I."

She took a deep breath. "I think that we're going to have to return to this discussion in the very near future."

"I hope so Ms. Mason."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly said, "As soon as I had Eric's huge cock all the way inside me I stopped and looked into his eyes. He was still playing with my breasts."

"You mean your ta tas, don't you."

Kelly poked me in my side. "Be serious."

"All right." 

"Anyway, I had all of Eric's big cock inside me." My wife lifted her sweater a little and rubbed her exposed tummy just below her belly button. "I could feel it way up here. Timmy having a big cock deep inside me feels so nice. I took a moment to enjoy the wonderful sensation and then I slowly started to rock back and forth. I had to move slowly at first. I needed a little time to get used to moving with that big thing inside me."

Kelly glanced over at me. "Being on top is fun because I get to be in control. I can dictate the pace. It's nice to be able to go slow at first and then gradually speed up my movement as my pussy gets used to my lover's presence."

She smiled. "Eric was wonderful. He just lay back on the bed and played with my tits while I fucked his great big dick. I really don't know how long we kept that up, I was enjoying myself so much that I lost track of the time."

"Eric finally rolled me off of him, turned me over and pulled me up so that I was on my hands and knees. He didn't ask permission, he just did it. He was very gentle, but there was no doubt about the fact that he was taking control."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said; "He kneeled behind me and pushed his great big cock into my wet pussy and then he started a series of long slow thrusts in and out of me. It felt so good that it was almost maddening." 

She took another deep breath. It was obvious that Kelly was starting to get very excited. "Eric gradually picked up the pace and it wasn't long before he was pumping his cock in and out of me with an almost savage intensity. I was getting so excited that I reached back and began rubbing my clit. Eric saw what I was doing so he leaned over and started twisting my nipple with one hand while he supported himself with his other hand. That put me over the edge. I had a huge orgasm."

Kelly glanced over at me. "As you well know, I can be pretty noisy when I'm cumming. Some guys get a little nervous when I start screaming."

I laughed. "I'll never forget the first time we fooled around. It was in your dorm room. I was licking your pussy. You nearly scared me to death when you had your first orgasm."

Kelly giggled. "I'll always remember that afternoon. You were so nervous."

We both chuckled for a moment and then Kelly said, "My screams didn't faze Eric at all. I think he was probably used to women having orgasms while he was fucking them. He just kept pumping his big hard cock in and out of my cunt. Once my orgasm subsided we fell into a nice easy rhythm. Timmy he was like a machine. He just kept fucking me. I was beginning to think that he might keep fucking me forever, when he suddenly intensified the pace. His thrusts became harder and quicker and then he pushed his cock deep inside me, grunted one time and stopped moving."




Courtesan Ch. 05



Kelly's breath caught. In a quiet voice she said; "I could feel him pumping his semen deep into my womb. After he was finished I collapsed onto the bed and Eric collapsed on top of me. We lay together silently for a moment and then I felt his softening cock slip out of my pussy."

Kelly sighed. "I felt so good. Eric rolled off of me and lay back on the bed with his head on a pillow. I cuddled up next to him. For a little while we just lay together and talked quietly. We both deliberately avoided anything personal. He told me about Pittsburgh, that was the city where he lived. I told him about Kelroy College."

"After a few minutes I reached down and gently grasped his limp penis. As soon as I touched it I felt it twitch a little. I kissed Eric's cheek and asked him if he was interested in another round. He laughed and gently pushed me down to his cock. As soon as I started sucking him, he responded. Once he was fully erect he sat up, laid me on my back and climbed on top of me. My cunt was already well lubricated with his semen, so he easily slipped right into me."

"Timmy, I love having a guy on top. It's the position that gives both of us the most freedom of movement. As soon as Eric started fucking me I responded by wrapping my legs around his thighs and bucking my hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. We fell into a savage rhythm. At times it almost felt like we were locked in combat. I had two wonderful orgasms. After Eric finally came we both collapsed on the bed. We were totally exhausted."

Kelly smiled wistfully. "We cuddled together quietly for a few minutes and then Eric stood up and started gathering his clothes. I took the hint and started picking up mine too. Once we were both dressed Eric kissed my cheek, thanked me for a wonderful evening and went into the bathroom. I opened the door to the hallway and checked to make sure that there was no one around. As soon as I was certain that the hall was empty I called Eric. He kissed me one more time and then he left. I closed the door to the room and waited for ten minutes and then I left." 

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "While I was riding down in the elevator I realized that Eric's cum was running down the inside of my thigh."

I smiled at her. "That must have been a little unsettling."

"It really was. I felt so self conscious while I was walking across the hotel lobby. I was very relieved when I finally reached the privacy of my car."

Kelly stared at the road ahead of her. "Once I was on my way home I started to think about what I'd just done and what I was going to do when I had to face you. Timmy, I was suddenly so ashamed of myself. I'd just met a total stranger in a hotel room and let him fuck me. I had this vision of my mother and my sisters pointing at me and calling me a tramp and a slut. I saw them clucking their tongues and shaking their heads and I imagined that I could hear them telling me that I wasn't worthy of being married to a wonderful man like you. I started to sob. When I finally got home I had to sit in the garage and fix my makeup so that you wouldn't be able to tell that I'd been crying."

There was a pause, then in a quiet voice she said, "You were waiting up for me. I was so ashamed. I couldn't bear to look you in the eye. I kept hearing my mother and my sisters calling me a slut and a tramp." 

Kelly smiled. "You were so sweet. You kissed me and asked if you could get me anything. I told you that I had a splitting headache and I just wanted to go to bed. I felt terrible. You looked so disappointed when I said that, but I couldn't face you. I went into the bathroom, locked the door, sat down on the toilet and started to cry again. When I was finally done crying I took a long hot shower and tried to wash all of Eric's cum out of me. By the time I got out of the bathroom you were sound asleep."

I reached over and gently patted Kelly's thigh. "I think it's time for you to stop letting your mother and your sisters dictate our morals and the terms of our marriage. Kelly, we don't have to justify our behavior to anyone but ourselves. As far as I'm concerned, you only did one thing wrong that night."

Kelly sighed. "I know, I lied to you about it."

"That's right."

"Timmy, I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "We're done apologizing. I've already forgiven you. Now all were doing is getting everything out in the open so we can move on."

"Do you think we can really do that?"

"I know we can do it. We can do it because we both want to do it."

Kelly turned her Mercedes onto Second Street. We were on the edge of downtown. She drove four blocks and turned left onto First Avenue. The Whetmore Building was in the middle of the block on our right. Kelly pulled into the parking ramp next door to it.  

I looked at her. "This is a contract ramp, are you sure you can still park in here?"

She shrugged. "I don't see why not, I still have my parking card and the contract is paid up until the end of the month. Besides, Jerry the night attendant at the ramp has a crush on me. He'd probably let me park here even if I didn't have a card."

"Have you ever let him fuck you?" I just blurted it out. As soon as I said it I realized that it was a stupid question.

Kelly looked over at me. "Of course not." She thought for a moment and then she started to giggle. "But he really is cute, maybe I should." Suddenly she put her hand over her mouth and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

I smiled at her. "No it's okay, if he's cute and you're attracted to him, maybe you should let him fuck you."

"Timmy what are you telling me?" There was a puzzled expression on my wife's face.

"Kelly I'm going to repeat what I said earlier. It's time for us to stop letting your mother and your sisters influence the rules of our marriage and our own personal moral codes. When you meet a man who attracts you and you decide that you'd like to sleep with him, I want you to feel free to do it. I just want you to tell me about it and I don't want you to feel guilty after you've done it."

Kelly thought about what I'd just said to her. After a moment she said, "We really do have a lot to discuss, don't we?"

I nodded. "Yes we do, but we also have lots of time. We'll work all of this out."

Kelly pulled her Mercedes into a parking spot, shifted the big sedan into park and shut the engine off. I was about to open my car door and get out when I noticed that she wasn't moving.

I stopped and looked at her. "Kelly, is something wrong?"

"When we get into the office Tonya Lewis is going to be there and she's going to want to meet you."

"Yes, you've already told me that. That's fine with me. Actually I'm excited about finally getting a chance to meet some of your coworkers."

"Timmy, there's something I have to tell you."

I settled back in my seat. "Okay."

"Remember how I told you that I've done some bad things? Some things that might make you hate me."

"Yes, and do you remember that I told you that I didn't believe that there was anything in this world that you could do that would make me hate you?"

Kelly nodded. 

I picked up her hand and held it. "Just say it. It will be okay. This is what we have to do. We have to get everything out in the open. We have to get rid of all the secrets."

"Do you promise you won't hate me."

I smiled. "Yes, I promise."

Kelly took a deep breath and then she quickly said, "Tonya and I are lovers."

I stared at my wife for a moment and then I gently squeezed her hand and said, "It's okay, I'm not angry with you. I'm glad you told me."

She smiled at me.

As I started to think about the ramifications of what my wife had just said I began to get very nervous. Several questions popped into my head. I looked at Kelly and anxiously asked, "Does that mean you're a lesbian now? Are you in love with Tonya? Are you going to leave me for her?"

Now it was Kelly's turn to reassure me. She shook her head. "No silly, I am not a lesbian and no, I am not going to leave you for Tonya. Timmy I love you. I will always love you and I will always love only you." 

She paused for a moment to think and then she said, "I suppose you could say that I'm bisexual, but I don't really think I am because I still have such a strong preference for men." She shrugged. "Once in a while it's just fun to fool around with Tonya. Sometimes I play with Keisha and Mandy too. Sometimes all four of us play together. It's just for fun." She giggled. "It makes me feel wicked."

I nodded. "I'll bet it does."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy do you hate me now?"

I laughed. "No I don't hate you, but..." I hesitated.

Kelly stared at me. "But what?"

Nervously, I said; "It's kind of exciting. I mean it sort of adds to the fantasy."

"I don't understand. What's exciting?"

"When you first told me about Tonya, you said that she took care of all the associates that enjoy being dominated."

"Yes, that's right."

"So I assume that Tonya enjoys being dominant."

"Yes, as a matter of fact she loves it."

I took a deep breath and said, "The idea of being dominated by two women who are lovers is pretty exciting."

Kelly looked at me and then she burst out laughing. "Timmy you are priceless."

My cheeks turned beet red. I bent over and buried my face in my hands. Kelly's laughter had embarrassed me.

Immediately understanding her mistake, Kelly leaned over and gently rubbed my back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I was so worried about how you were going to react when I told you about my relationship with Tonya and then it turned out that you were excited by it. Baby when I laughed I wasn't laughing at you, I was releasing nervous tension. Sweetie I think it's really hot that you might want to be dominated by Tonya and me."

I looked at Kelly and smiled. 

She kissed my cheek and then she whispered into my ear. "When were alone in my office with Tonya, I might be a little bossy with you, would that be okay?"

I stared at my wife. After a moment I asked, "Is Tonya nice?"

"Yes, she's very nice. She's now probably my second best friend."

"Who's your best friend?"

Kelly playfully punched my arm. "You silly."

My body started to tingle with excitement. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I think I'd like it very much if you dominated me in front of Tonya."

Kelly grinned at me. "So would I."



Courtesan Ch. 06



This is the sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

My wife patted my knee. "Are you ready to go up to my office?"

"Yes I am."

"Let's go." Kelly opened her car door and got out. 

I followed her.

Kelly's parking spot was on the third floor of the parking ramp. We took the elevator down to the street level. When we walked out onto First Avenue I couldn't stop myself from staring at the doorway to Smithson Jewelers across the street. I sighed as thought back to the previous Thursday night and remembered the cold, miserable hours that I'd spent huddled in that space waiting for Kelly to come out of the Whetmore building.

My wife noticed my distraction and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I pointed at the jewelry store. "Last Thursday night I froze my butt off standing in that doorway waiting for you to come out of your office."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I'm sorry that you had to do that." And then she smiled at me. "But I'm so glad that you did. My secret life was slowly destroying our marriage. I'm terrified to think about what might have eventually happened to us if you hadn't intervened."

I took my wife's hand and held it. "Whether it happened this week, next week or next month, it was a matter of time before I was finally going to figure out what was going on. I think today we've done a pretty good job of establishing the fact that I still love you and you still love me. Our love for each other is pretty strong. I don't think either of us would have let our marriage collapse."

Kelly didn't say anything, she just squeezed my hand. That was enough. That little squeeze spoke volumes.

We walked into the lobby of the Whetmore Building and rode the elevator up to the fifty-second floor. I smiled as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the oak paneled alcove. It had been less than seven hours since the first time I'd entered that alcove, but so much had happened during those seven hours that it actually felt like days.

I opened the glass doors that led into the headquarters of JTandR and looked around. I was shocked. It was just after six o'clock on a Wednesday. I was expecting that the premises would be deserted, but that wasn't the case at all. The office was bustling with activity.

I glanced at the front desk. Janet Collins was gone, but there was another woman sitting there. She was about the same age as Janet, and just as attractive. It appeared that the partners had a strict criteria that they followed when they hired a receptionist.

Kelly called to the woman. "Hi Colleen."

She looked up and smiled when she saw my wife. "Hi Kelly, it's nice to see you. Everyone misses you."

Kelly nodded. "I miss everyone too."

"What brings you to JTandR tonight?"

"I'm meeting Tonya. She told me that I could keep some of my clothes."

"I don't see why you shouldn't. They're going to throw them all out on Friday." Colleen picked up her telephone. "I'll call Tonya and tell her that you're here."

"Tell her that I'll be in my old office."

Colleen nodded.

Kelly grabbed my hand. "Come on Timmy, my office is this way." She pulled me down the corridor that led off to the right. When we got to the end of that corridor Kelly stopped and opened a door. It led into another much shorter hallway. There were three doors on each side of this hall. Kelly went to the second door on the right.

As she opened the door she said, "This is my old office."

We stepped inside. Kelly left the door open. 

I looked around. It was an unusually furnished office. It looked more like an elegant boudoir. The walls were painted a light shade of pink and the carpeting was the color of French vanilla ice cream. In one corner there was a small wooden desk and a padded desk chair. A large overstuffed brown leather chair similar to the ones I'd seen in Martin Jackson's office sat in front of the desk. 

In the opposite corner there was another larger wooden desk and another padded desk chair. This desk was pushed up against the wall. A large mirror had been mounted on the wall above the desk and another mirror, this one full length, occupied the space on the wall next to the desk. The desk was covered with an assortment of ornate cut glass bottles and several delicately carved and decorated wooden boxes. I assumed that the bottles were filled with a variety of perfumes and the boxes contained the cosmetics and jewelry that my wife wore on her dates.

There was a door on each end of the wall across from the door that we'd just come through. Between these two doors was a large, very comfortable looking brown leather couch. Above the couch there were two elegantly framed paintings. Both of them were classical full length portraits of nude females.

The masculine feel of the brown leather couch and the chair in front of the desk made them seem out of place in this otherwise overtly feminine room. I suspected that they were here so that the three partners could relax in comfort while my wife entertained them.

Kelly walked over to one of the doors. As she opened it she pointed to the other door. "If you need to use it, there's a full bathroom in there."

I shook my head. "No I'm okay."

She nodded and went through the other door. I followed her and found myself in a large walk in closet. A closet rod extended for the entire length of the wall opposite the door. An assortment of dresses, women's suits and long filmy negligee's hung from this rod. A rack of shelves that extended from the floor to the ceiling had been built on the wall next to the door. These shelves were filled with a collection of expensive looking women's shoes. At each end of the closet there was a large dresser. 

Kelly walked over to the dresser at the right end of the closet and opened one of the middle drawers. It was filled with sets of lingerie.

My wife was just starting to sort through the lingerie when I heard a voice behind me.

"Oh your in here."

I turned. A gorgeous middle aged blond was standing in the closet doorway.

As soon as she heard the voice Kelly set the lingerie down and turned around. There was a warm smile on her face. She glanced at me and the warm smile turned into a devilish grin. She walked over to the woman, put her arms around her neck and kissed her full on the lips. The older woman put her arms around Kelly and returned the kiss with passion.

I leaned awkwardly against the rack of shoes and watched as my wife and this older woman lasciviously made out with each other right in front of me. 

When they finally broke apart they both took a breath and then the older woman said, "Well that was quite a greeting."

Kelly laughed. "I wanted to be sure that my little pussy husband understands the full scope of our friendship."

The woman shook her head. "Pussy husband? That's an interesting name for the man you generally describe as the most wonderful human being on the face of the planet."

The woman turned to me. "I"m Tonya Lewis. I assume that you're Tim Jamieson."

I nodded.

She extended her hand "Tim it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I shook her hand and said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you too Tonya. Please call me Timmy."

She smiled at me. It was a wonderfully endearing smile. "Very well."

Tonya turned to Kelly. "Let's go back into your office and sit down on the couch. I want to hear about everything that's happened in the past week, but first I want you to explain that hot kiss you just gave me and why you're referring to the man you've always described as the love of your life as your little pussy husband."

I followed Tonya and Kelly out of the closet. Tonya sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Timmy why don't you sit here between Kelly and me." 

I sat down next to Tonya and Kelly sat on the other side of me. 

As soon as all three of us were settled Tonya looked at my wife and said, "All right Kelly, what's going on?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she sighed. "Tonya I've kind of been neglecting Timmy for a while."

Tonya shook her head. "Neglecting him? I don't understand, for the past year you've spent every day at work describing this man as the greatest husband in the entire world. How could you have possibly been neglecting him?"

"Well I've been a little distant from him lately. I guess you could say that I've been emotionally and physically unavailable." Kelly paused and took a deep breath. "And I've been lying to him."

Tonya stared at my wife for a moment and then she said. "Kelly are you telling me that the rumors are true?"

"What rumors?"

"You created quite a stir last Friday when you came into the office and suddenly resigned. After you left the partners spent a full hour in a private meeting with the firm's lawyers. Everyone was dying to know what was going on. A rumor started circulating that your husband didn't know that you were working as a hostess. I told everyone that the rumor had to be nonsense. I didn't believe you would ever do that to Timmy."

Kelly stared at the floor and quietly whispered. "I was very stupid."

Tonya looked at me. "You really didn't know?"

I nodded.

"Kelly, how could you have possibly been that stupid? You're a smart woman. You went to Kelroy. Keisha, Mandy and I would give anything to have a man like Timmy and now it turns out that you've been lying to him for the past year!" The volume of Tonya's voice had been gradually increasing . By the time she'd said the last few words she was yelling . 

Tonya stopped and took a deep breath. That calmed her. In a quieter voice, she asked; "What do you mean when you say that you've been distant and emotionally and physically unavailable? Are you saying that Timmy hasn't been getting any sex?"

Kelly quietly answered, "Yes."

"Kelly! For the past six months you've been boinking at least four different guys a week and now you're telling me that you were not only lying to your husband about it; you were also leaving him high and dry during that time." Tonya patted my shoulder. "You told all of us that you loved this man. How could you possibly have been that cruel to him?"

My wife started to cry.

Tonya looked at me. "I imagine that you're going to divorce her."

I shook my head. "No I'm not. In fact, I've already forgiven her."

Kelly looked at me, but she didn't say anything.

Slowly shaking her head, Tonya said; "Timothy Jamieson, you certainly are a prince." She laughed. "If you ever get tired of Kelly, come look me up. I can assure you that I would know exactly how to treat a man like you."

I laughed. "Actually that's kind of what I'm hoping for, but first let's finish filling you in on everything that's happened."

I put my arm around Kelly and kissed her cheek. "My wife has already done a pretty good job of beating herself up about what she's done. I don't think we need to add to that. As I just said, I've already forgiven her and we're moving on." 

Looking at Tonya, I said; "Kelly considers you to be her best friend, so I want you to understand what's happened and why we think she acted the way she did."

Tonya nodded. "All right."

For the next half hour I described the events that led up to Kelly's resignation. I started by telling Tonya how, while we were in college, Kelly had dated and slept with other men with my full knowledge and approval. I went on to talk about the vow of fidelity that Kelly made to me on our wedding day, and tried to explain the reasons that prompted her to make that vow.

After that I chronicled some of the key events of our life together after Kelly went to work for JTandR. Tonya was particularly attentive when I told her how my wife had gradually evolved into the dominant partner in our marriage and I had become increasingly submissive to her. 

It became more difficult for all of us when I started describing the deterioration of our relationship that had occurred during the past year. Tonya was a good friend. I could tell that she wanted to chastise Kelly, but she resisted the urge. Instead she listened in patient silence.

I went on to tell Tonya about the events of the past week. I mentioned my meeting with Martin Jackson that morning. I didn't include any details other than to tell her that he was the one who'd finally told me that Kelly had been working as a hostess and what that meant. I finished by recounting the key points of the discussion that Kelly and I'd had that afternoon. I wanted to try to help Tonya understand why Kelly had acted the way she did.

When I was done Tonya looked at Kelly and said, "Your mother and sisters really did a number on you, didn't they?"

My wife nodded. "Yes, I guess they did."

Tonya turned to me. "And you're ready to forgive Kelly for all of that?"

I shrugged. "I love her and I want to be with her. Forgiving her is the only course of action that makes any sense to me." I chuckled, "Besides, I want to forgive her."

"Timmy you are a prince." Tonya turned to Kelly. "And young lady, you are a moron; but you're a lovable moron. Please promise me that you'll never ever lie to this wonderful man again."

Kelly smiled. It was the first time she'd smiled in almost an hour. "I promise."

Tonya looked at both of us. "All right, so what are your plans for the future?"

I laughed. "We're still trying to cope with the past. I think right now were living from day to day."

Kelly giggled. "It's more like hour to hour."

I nodded. "The only thing I know for certain is that I have to be at work at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

My wife turned and stared at me. "Six o'clock tomorrow morning? When did the newspaper start making you come in that early?"

"I didn't tell you, did I? When I moved out of the house I realized that I'd need more money than I could earn at "The Crier" so I took a part time job at a convenience store."

Kelly shrieked, "A convenience store!"

"Yes, that's right. It's called Kirby's Quick Stop. I work from six until ten every morning."

"Well you can quit right now! You're back living at home again and we have plenty of money. You do not need to work at a convenience store."

I smiled at my wife. "Yes I do. I promised the owner that I'd work there and I intend to keep my word until he can find someone to replace me."

"But a convenience store? You might get killed in a holdup."

Tonya reached across me and patted my wife's knee. "Kel, this is why you love this man so much and it's why I'm quickly falling in love with him too. He's true to his word and completely trustworthy. He made a promise and he needs to keep it. Don't try to prevent him from doing that."

Kelly sighed. "You're right Tonnie." Turning to me, she said; "Promise me that if someone comes in to rob the store, you won't try to be a hero. Please tell me that you'll just give them all the money."

I laughed. "All right, I promise."

Tonya looked at both of us. "I think it's time for us to get back to my first questions. What was that hot kiss all about and why were you calling Timmy your little pussy husband?"

Kelly smiled. "I feel very bad about neglecting him and I'm starting a concentrated effort to try to make up for it. That's why I'm here getting the lingerie. Timmy feels bad that I've been wearing all this sexy clothing for other men, but I've never worn any of it for him. I agree with him. Tonight I intend to put on a lingerie fashion show that will blow my sweet little man's mind."

Tonya grinned at her. "Kelly honey, that's a wonderful idea. If I didn't have to work tonight I'd offer to join you and give him a double show."

Kelly reached over and squeezed my hand. "I think my baby might like that. Maybe on your next night off you could come over for dinner. Timmy is an outstanding cook."

Tonya smiled at us. "I'd like that. Now let's get back to the questions. The fashion show is a wonderful idea, but it doesn't explain the kiss or the pussy husband remark."

"It is related. I'm trying to be totally honest with Timmy. Before I brought him up here to meet you I told him that you and I had been lovers."

Tonya nodded. "Considering everything that's happened, I think that was a good idea." She looked at me. "Did that upset you?"

"At first it made me nervous. I was afraid that Kelly was telling me that she'd become a lesbian and that she was planning to leave me so that she could be with you."

"You know that's not true, don't you?" Tonya's voice was soft and soothing.

"Yes."

She looked at Kelly. "So why the hot kiss? Were you trying to scare the poor guy to death?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, after I was done reassuring Timmy that I loved him and that I wasn't going to leave him, I started to worry that he might hate me because I occasionally played with women. When I asked him about that he very hesitantly admitted that he not only didn't hate me, he found it kind of exciting."

"That really shouldn't surprise you Kelly. Think about some of the parties at Eagle Lake and Evergreen. Watching two women make love is a pretty big fantasy for a lot of men."

Kelly's expression suddenly changed to a look of fear. "Tonya, I haven't told Timmy about the parties."

"Well I think it might be time."

I put my hand up. "No, she can tell me when she's ready."

Kelly patted my knee. "Thank you, but no, I can do it now." She took a deep breath. "Sometimes the partners hold sex parties at Eagle Lake and Evergreen. Usually there will be five or six men at these parties, sometimes a few more. Both estates have special rooms set up for sex shows. The rooms have a king sized bed in the middle, with about a dozen comfortable chairs placed in a circle around the bed." My wife hesitated for a moment and then she whispered, "Sometimes Tonya and I were the show. We'd make love on the bed while the men watched."

Kelly buried her face in her hands. "Timmy, I'm so sorry."

I leaned over and gently kissed the back of her neck. "It's okay, I still don't hate you. In fact, I still love you and I still want to be married to you."

Kelly sat up and looked at me. "Timmy are you sure?"

"Yes, but I don't think we should tell your mother or your sisters about this."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Once we settled down again Tonya smiled at Kelly. "Okay that explains the hot kiss. You were putting on a little show for Timmy."

"Yes I was." Kelly poked me in the ribs. "If you're interested, we can do a whole lot more than kiss."

I blushed.

Tonya laughed. "Kel, he is absolutely adorable. I think I might try to steal him from you."

"You can't have him, but I might be willing to share him with you."

Tonya leaned over and nuzzled my ear. "Did you hear that Timmy? Your wife might let me borrow you once in a while. Believe me, I know just what to do with a cute little guy like you." Her voice dropped to a very seductive whisper. "Kelly told me that you eat pussy better than anyone she's ever met. Is that true?"

Totally flustered by Tonya's aggressive teasing, I just barely managed to stammer out; "I ah, I don't..."

Thankfully Kelly intervened. "Tonnie, you're scaring him to death."

Tonya patted my thigh. "Sorry sweetie, I was just having fun. I didn't mean to frighten you."

I nervously answered, "It's okay, sometimes I'm just a little shy around women."

Tonya looked at Kelly. "He really is priceless, isn't he?"




Courtesan Ch. 06



My wife nodded. "I've always thought so."

"You said he has a small penis. Can I feel it?"

"Tonnie! You're going to make him have a heart attack."

Tonya leaned over and kissed my neck. "Timmy honey, you wouldn't mind if I touched your little dicky would you?"

I looked at Kelly. She was grinning, but as I studied her I realized that it wasn't a malicious grin. She was just happy. I slowly started to understand. As we gradually became more and more estranged over the past year, Kelly had to find another source for emotional support. Tonya Lewis was one of the people who provided that support. I was beginning to realize that she was not only a lover and friend for Kelly, she also filled the role of a mother or a sister who would not only condone her lifestyle, but would actually support her in it. Now she was seeing Tonya and I getting to know each other and I think she was hoping that two of the primary sources of emotional support in her life would become close friends. Of course for Kelly, sex was an essential part of any close relationship so she was not only not offended by what she saw Tonya doing, she was hoping it would go further.

I decided that I might as well relax and go with the flow. I smiled at Tonya and said, "If Kelly doesn't mind, it's okay with me."

Tonya looked at Kelly.

Kelly studied me for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy are you sure?"

"It's important to you, isn't it?"

Kelly thought about that. After a moment she nodded. "Yes, I think it is."

My wife turned to her friend. "Be careful with him. He's a little insecure about the size of his penis and he doesn't have very good control. Don't make him mess up his pants."

Tonya nodded. "I'll be careful." She laid her hand on my crotch and gently traced the outline of my erect penis with her fingertips. 

Kelly was the only person who had ever touched me like that. I was both very nervous and incredibly excited.

Tonya looked at Kelly and asked, "Can I take it out?"

"I think that might be a good idea. It's less likely that he'll mess up his pants that way." Kelly opened her purse, took out several tissues and handed them to Tonya. "You'd better keep these handy."

Tonya set the tissues next to her and then she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them open. I had an erection. 

She grinned at Kelly. "He has a little stiffy."

My wife laughed. "What did you expect? I haven't touched him in two months. The poor guy is probably on the verge of dying from frustration."

Tonya stared at Kelly. "You mean you haven't had any makeup sex yet?"

Kelly shook her head. "We haven't had time. That's what the lingerie show tonight is all about."

"Shouldn't you be the one who's doing this right now?"

"No, tonight he's going to get to enjoy me in every way possible." Kelly giggled. "I fully intend to wear his little dicky out. Tonya, you and Timmy are the two most important people in the world to me. I think that after Timmy and I have reestablished our marriage, I'm going to start dating other men again. Timmy is already encouraging me to do that. He enjoys being a cuckold. A crucial part of that fantasy for him is that he doesn't have that same privilege."

Tonya looked at me. "Is that true Timmy? You want your wife to be free to fool around with other men, but you want her to demand that you stay faithful to her?"

Having to make that admission to this woman that I'd just met was very embarrassing, but I thought I understood what Kelly was doing so I nervously answered, "Yes, that's right."

Tonya shook her head. "Isn't that kind of masochistic?"

Kelly intervened. "Yes it is. Do you remember a little earlier when Timmy told you that as our relationship developed I gradually became more dominant and he gradually became more submissive."

"Yes."

"Timmy is also a masochist. It hurts him when I date other men, but he enjoys that pain."

Tonya looked at me. I nodded. The admission was both exciting and humiliating. Of course the humiliation made it even more exciting.

She gasped. "Oh my, that is exciting."

"That's why I gave you that hot kiss this afternoon and then called Timmy my pussy husband. When we were talking in the car before we came up here he didn't just tell me that he was excited because you and I were lovers, he told me that he was excited by the thought of being dominated by two lesbians."

Tonya burst out laughing.

Kelly snapped at her. "Tonnie, don't embarrass him!"

Tonya immediately stopped laughing. She gently patted my cheek and then she leaned over and kissed my forehead. It was an almost maternal kiss. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you." She shook her head. "I was only laughing because we share the exact same fantasy."

I stared at her. "What do you mean?"

"I would love to play a game where Kelly and I are lesbian lovers and you're our little bitch slave." Tonya firmly grasped my chin with her hand and turned my face towards hers. Staring into my eyes she said, "Would you like that pussyboy? Would you like to kneel on the floor and watch while I make love to your wife?"

At first the sudden change in Tonya's demeanor shocked me, but I quickly understood. She and Kelly were both professionals. I remembered what Kelly had said earlier. Fulfilling a man's fantasies was her business. Clearly it was Tonya's too. Apparently play acting was easy for them.

Excited, I nervously started to stammer out an answer. "I ah...maybe. I mean yes, I think that would be fun...."

Kelly interrupted me. "Tonya before we start playing I have to tell you that there's another reason I want you to be the one who makes Timmy cum right now."

Tonya released my chin and turned to Kelly. "What is it?"

"I feel awful that I've so callously neglected him during the past few months. I know that my desperate need to hide my secret life from him was the major reason for that neglect, but I'm not sure that it was the only reason."

I looked at my wife. "What do you mean?"

"Timmy you are the love of my life. You always will be, but when I'm dating other men it's very easy to get caught up in the excitement of the moment. When that happens I'm afraid that I might inadvertently start neglecting you again." 

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "I think that it's also very likely that we're going to start incorporating more of the cuckold hot wife lifestyle into our marriage. I suspect that I'm going to become more overtly dominant and you're going to become increasingly submissive. That will make it even easier for me to neglect you."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly continued. "I'd like to try to include to Tonya in our lives. I know that it's important for you to remain faithful to me, but I think I would like you and Tonya to become lovers. Actually, I think I'd like all three of us to be lovers. That way Tonya can be there to support you when you need it and she can also jerk me back to reality if I start to neglect you again."

I looked at Tonya. "Do you want that?"

She smiled at me. "More than anything in the entire world. Timmy, I'm a middle aged whore. I've never been able to keep a man because I've never been able to remain faithful to one. I've lost every boyfriend I've ever had because I cheated on him. When I was a senior in high school my prom date stormed out of the hotel ballroom an hour after the dance started because he caught me giving another guy a blow job in the men's lavatory."

She shook her head. "I've never had children, I haven't lived in a home since I left my parent's house and I don't know what I'm going to do when I finally get so old that men lose interest in having sex with me."

Tonya picked up my hand and held it. "Timmy, I don't expect you to fall in love with me, but I am hoping that we can become very close friends. If Kelly really is comfortable with it, I would very much like to have you as a lover." She giggled. "I have a soft spot for submissive men with tiny cocks."

I turned and looked at Kelly. She smiled at me. 

I asked her, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She nodded. "Yes, I really hadn't considered it before we came down here this afternoon; but I think it would be good for all three of us."

I wasn't exactly certain how this was going to end up, but it was clear to me that Tonya really did need us and I could also see that we probably needed her too.

Smiling at Tonya, I slipped her hand down the front of my briefs. She wrapped her fingers around my erect penis. At the same time she leaned over and pressed her lips against mine. I responded. It quickly became a passionate kiss filled with mutual need. She pushed her tongue into my mouth. We tasted each other and our arousal grew. 

As we kissed, I remembered my vow of fidelity to Kelly. It had been a serious pledge, one that I was hesitant to break, even when aroused. I was torn. Tonya's embrace was not only exciting, it was also comforting. I sensed a fundamental goodness in this woman and I felt safe in her arms. It was a sense of security that I was reluctant to give up. I also realized that it was a mutual need. Tonya wanted to be able to take refuge in my arms every bit as much as I needed the security of hers.

I thought about what Kelly had just told us and I understood. I realized what she was trying to do and I knew that she was right. The three of us needed each other. Together we would be stronger and our collective strength would make it very hard for anything in this world to ever hurt any one of us again.

Behind me Kelly whispered, "Timmy, I want you to put your hand on Tonya's breast."

I hesitated, not because I didn't want to do it; I did. I hesitated because I was nervous.

Kelly picked up my hand. As she placed it on Tonya I closed my eyes and for the first time in my life, intimately touched a woman other than Kelly. 

Tonya responded to my touch by squeezing my erection and kissing me even harder.

Emboldened by my wife's encouragement and Tonya's response, I found Tonya's nipple and began rubbing it with my fingertips.

As soon as she realized what I was doing Tonya broke off our kiss and said, "This would be a lot more fun if I took off my blouse and brassiere." 

As Tonya started unbuttoning her blouse Kelly said, "Tonnie, I think Timmy would like it if we were a little aggressive with him."

Tonya looked at me. "Is that right? Do you want Kelly and me to make you our little bitch right now?"

My entire body started to tingle with excitement. Tonya and Kelly were talking about bringing one of my most secret fantasies to life and they were offering to do it at that very moment. Realizing that this was not the time to be coy I took a deep breath and whispered; "Yes please."

Next to me Kelly giggled. "This is going to be so much fun. Timmy, Tonnie is a very skilled dominant. I've watched her put on some sex shows at Evergreen that were absolutely breathtaking."

I turned and looked at my wife. "How many different kinds of sex shows have you two put on?"

Tonya patted my shoulder. "A lot, and we promise to tell you about everyone of them, but let's do that later. Right now it's time for us to play. This afternoon now we're going to put on a sex show just for you; only in this show, you also get to be one of the players."

She looked at my wife. "Kel, why don't you go into your closet and pick out a nice frilly pair of crotchless panties while I explain the rules of this game to Timmy."

Kelly nodded and then she stood up and walked into her closet.

As soon she was gone Tonya said, "We want everyone to have fun, but in order to do that Kelly and I have to be able to push your limits just a little bit. We want to be able to take you right to the edge of what you can tolerate. We'll go a little slower today because this is your first time, but I suspect that the three of us are going to start playing this game on a regular basis. As we get more comfortable with each other Kelly and I are going to push you harder, but we don't ever want to hurt you and we don't ever want to make you submit to something you don't want to do. That means you have to be able to tell us when you need us to stop. To do that we're going to have to have a safe word."

I nodded. I already knew about safe words. Over the past six months I'd spent many hours on the Internet reading stories about dominant women and submissive men.

"The safe word were going to use is check. If at any time you start to feel uncomfortable about what we're doing, all you have to do is say the word check and we'll stop and discuss what's happening. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Kelly walked back into the room. She was carrying a pair of pink lace panties with little ruffles all over them. I smiled when I saw them. The fashion show was about to begin.

"Timmy don't look at those panties, look at me." It was Tonya. I immediately obeyed and focused my attention back on her. "If we are doing something that you find particularly exciting, we want you to beg us to stop doing it. For dominant sadists like Kelly and me..." 

I gasped when I heard the word, sadist.

Tonya noted my reaction. She smiled. "Oh yes, your wife and I are both dominant sadists; although unlike me, Kelly does get an occasional thrill out of submitting to a very powerful man." She paused for a moment and then she added, "Or a woman." 

Tonya studied me. It must have been obvious to her that I was getting very excited. After a moment she continued. "Anyway, dominant sadists like Kelly and me get a real thrill out of hearing a sub beg us to stop what were doing and we get an even greater thrill when we callously ignore those pleas and continue tormenting our slave. Of course we would never be able to do that without a safe word. Kelly loves you and I think I might easily fall in love with you too. Neither of us would never want to do anything that would actually hurt you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes."

"Good, now give me a kiss and then give your wife a kiss. In a way, you're kissing us good bye, because for a little while, the two of us are going to become very different people."

I leaned over and kissed Tonya and then I turned and kissed Kelly. After that I anxiously sat with my hands folded in my lap. Every nerve in my body was tingling with anticipatory excitement.

Tonya's looked at Kelly and said, "Are you ready?"

Kelly nodded.

Tonya turned back to me. Her warm smile had turned into a menacing sneer. Without warning, she drew her hand back and slapped me across the face. It wasn't a playful slap. It stung. She'd hit me hard.

I rubbed my cheek.

"That's just a taste of what's in store for you if you fail to please us. Now what the fuck is your sorry butt doing on this couch?" Tonya laughed. "Kel it almost looks like your little pussy husband thinks he's our equal."

My wife grabbed me by my hair and turned my head so that I was looking at her. "Well you're not pussy boy. We only let men sit on this couch with us, not little sissies like you."

Kelly stared at me with an excited smile. Suddenly that smile changed to an expression of concern. Gently placing a hand on my shoulder, she whispered into my ear; "Timmy I love you so much. Please don't get confused about this."

"Kelly stay in character! He knows you love him. That's why were doing this. Don't worry, as soon as we're done playing were both going to love him up and make him feel like a king."

I looked at Tonya and said, "Check."

She nodded. "What do you want to say?"

I turned to Kelly. "Tonya's right, relax and let yourself go. I understand that right now you're a little more sensitive about hurting my feelings than you might usually be. You don't have to worry, you're not going to hurt my feelings. We both know this is a game and we both know that we love each other. Besides, Tonya is here. I realize that I still haven't gotten to know her very well, but my first impression is that she's one of those people who is totally trustworthy. I don't believe that she would ever let any harm come to either of us."

Tonya stared at me. "Timmy that was a maybe the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. I think I might start crying."

I patted her knee. "Isn't that a little out of character for a ruthless dominatrix."

Tonya rubbed her eyes and then she smiled at me. "Hey you're the one who said check."

I laughed. "All right everyone, get ready. It's time to get back to work." Suddenly I remembered something. I stopped, looking at Tonya I asked; "Didn't you say that you have to work tonight? How much time do we have before you have to leave?"

"There's a party at Eagle Lake. The associates are going to arrive at 9:00. Mandy, Keisha, Antoine and I all have to be there by 8:30." She glanced at the clock on Kelly's makeup desk. It was 6:45. "I have about a half hour before I should start getting ready."

Kelly asked, "Why is Antoine going to be there? Is one of the associates a woman?'

Tonya shook her head. "No, they want a show, the usual one. Since you're not working anymore, Mandy is going to have to do it tonight."

"Oh." Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "Mandy can do it."

"She can, but you know it's harder for her."

Kelly nodded. "I know."

I understood the part of Kelly and Tonya's conversation about a sex show during the party, but their comments about Mandy confused me.

Tonya noticed my puzzled expression and said, "I'm sorry Timmy, that was rude of us. We were talking shop and ignoring you. Antoine is a host."

"Yes, Kelly told me about him. He's a black guy with a big cock."

Tonya laughed. "Yes, that's right." 

"And Mandy and Keisha are the other hostesses, correct."

"Yes, that's also right."

"what does Mandy have to do tonight because Kelly's not going to be there and why will it be harder for her?"

"Timmy, earlier Kelly and I told you that we sometimes put on lesbian sex shows for groups of associates at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"Yes."

"We put on other kinds of shows too."

I smiled. "I think I understand. The show tonight is a black guy and a white girl."

Tonya nodded. "Yes and it's a very popular show."

"I imagine it is, that's a pretty common fantasy on the Internet web sites."

"If Kelly was still working she'd be doing the show this evening, but since she's no longer employed by the firm, Mandy has to take her place."

"From what you just said I gather that's a problem for Mandy. Earlier today Kelly told me that Mandy's not very big, is Antoine's cock too much for her?"

Tonya nodded. "Yes, but not in the way you're thinking."

"I don't understand."

Kelly patted my thigh. "Timmy honey, during tonight's show Antoine isn't going to fuck Mandy; she's going to give him a blow job and while she's doing it she has to deep throat him."

Tonya shook her head. "All twelve inches of it."

"And I gather that she doesn't like doing that."

Kelly shrugged. "Actually she enjoys deep throating a guy and she's very good at it, but you remembered correctly. Mandy is slender and petite. She has a little trouble swallowing that much cock."

I looked at Tonya. "Why don't you do the show?"

"I would, but we're entertaining a group of older white businessmen who are a little kinky. They want to see a young white girl sucking a huge black man."

I nodded. "Now I understand. That means Keisha can't do it either."

"That's right and since your wife isn't working for the firm anymore that leaves Mandy."

I looked at my wife. "Can you deep throat a cock that big?"

Kelly smiled. "Easily."

"When did you learn to do that?"

"While we were still in college. Actually I already knew how to do it when I met you."

"How come you've never done it for me?"

Kelly shook her head. "Honey, your cock isn't big enough to reach my throat."

"Oh." I started chuckling. "I guess that ends that conversation."




Courtesan Ch. 06



I glanced over at the clock on the makeup desk. It was 6:50. We'd just spent five minutes talking.

"Tonya has to go to work in twenty-five minutes. If the two of you still intend to teach me the meaning of the word respect before it's time for her to leave, we'd better get crackin"

Kelly looked at me and started to giggle. "Get crackin? Packin? Sweetheart, where are you coming up with these words?"

"My dear, have you so quickly forgotten? I was an English major at Kelroy."

My wife shook her head. "I was taking the exact same classes as you and I never learned those words."

"I don't want to be critical, but there were times when I think you might have been paying better attention." I was grinning at Kelly.

She rolled her eyes. "Timothy Jamieson, you know very well that every time we had an examination you had to borrow my class notes so you could study."

Pretending to be indignant, I said; "That's because I was spending all my time building my vocabulary."

"Ahem! Would the two of you please focus. I'm in the mood for a hot domination scene and I would love to be able to feel Timmy's tongue in my pussy and ass before I have to go to work tonight." Tonya was shaking her head, but she was also laughing.

I turned to Kelly. "Your wise friend is correct. We'd better get down to business. I'm going to say, uncheck and then it will be your turn to slap me. After that you should make some demeaning comments and boot me off the couch."

Tonya started laughing.

Kelly looked at her. "What's so funny?"

"Your husband is the first sub I've ever met who does the dominating for me."

My wife giggled. "He is a cooperative fellow, isn't he."

I shook my head. "Now it's the two of you who are having way too much fun."

Tonya started laughing again. "Kel I am having too much fun. I think I'm going to have to call in sick so I can spend the rest of the evening playing with you guys." 

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Tonnie honey, you can't call in sick. You're already at work."

"Oh that's right. Well then, to quote our sweet little pussyboy; we'd better get crackin."



Courtesan Ch. 07



This is the seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.

I don't understand why everyone has to be so judgmental. It seems to me that the world would be a much better place if we could all just accept each other for who we are. As long as we're consenting adults and no one is getting hurt, what we do in the privacy of our own bedroom is nobody elses business.

Julie Gordon

retired coffee shop waitress

Realizing that we were running out of time I said, "Ahem." Once I had Kelly and Tonya's attention I said, "Uncheck!"

Kelly nodded to me and then she took a deep breath, cocked her arm and slapped me hard across the face.

It stung. I rubbed my cheek. "Ow! That hurt."

Grinning at me, Kelly lifted her foot up and pushed me off the couch. "It was supposed to hurt. Now get those clothes off. Our slaves serve us naked."

The tone in the room had changed. All three of us were back in character. I quickly shed my clothes. As soon as I was naked Tonya picked up the pink panties that Kelly had brought from her closet and tossed them at me. 

"Put these on pussyboy. We don't want there to be any question about how much of a sissy you really are."

I picked up the panties and examined them.

Tonya stared at me. "You thought your wife was going to be wearing those, didn't you." She laughed. It was a cruel and demeaning laugh. "Well you were wrong. She doesn't wear sexy lingerie for a little wimp like you. She only wears lingerie like that for real men. Men who have the necessary equipment and skill to properly make love to her. "

I looked up at Tonya. Her eyes were fixed on me. I glanced over at Kelly. She was watching me carefully. There was a concerned look on her face. All three of us knew that Tonya was deliberately picking at a raw nerve.

My body started to tingle with excitement. Tonya wasn't just a good dom, she was an outstanding dom. She'd attacked me immediately and she knew exactly where to hit me. This was why she'd given me a safe word. She wanted to push my limits and she knew that if I really was upset by what she was saying, I could say check. 

I didn't use the safe word. Of course one reason was that I was a masochist and Tonya's taunts were exciting me, but there was another much more important reason. While it was true that I had been both hurt and angered by the discovery that during our difficulties Kelly had been doing things for other men that she hadn't been doing for me, Kelly and I had already addressed that issue. I now understood how and why it had happened. Kelly had made it clear to me that she regretted letting it happen and I believed that my wife was going to do everything she possibly could to make it up to me. 

I view myself as a healthy adult. I realize that because of my masochism, there are those who might question that perception; but that's their problem, not mine. As a healthy adult I understand that people make mistakes. Sometimes they make bad mistakes. Sometimes they make mistakes that hurt the people they love. Life is full of conflict. When we're wronged it's easy to become angry and bitter. At first that anger and bitterness can be an emotional release for the pain we suffered, but eventually we have to let it go and move on with our lives. If we don't do that the anger and bitterness festers and eventually tears us apart, destroying relationships that we once valued and enjoyed. 

Kelly and I had chosen to put that issue behind us and move forward. Because of that decision, this dead issue was now fair game for our masochistic cuckold sex play.

Tonya had not only given me a safe word to use to stop her when her treatment of me became intolerable, she'd also given me a second tool. It was a tool designed to allow me to help shape the manner and degree of my degradation and humiliation. I decided that it was time to use this second tool.

I looked up at Tonya and pleaded, "Please Ms. Lewis, I beg you not to tease me about the men who have made love to my wife and even more I implore you not to taunt me about the lingerie shows that she's put on for them." I closed my eyes and whispered. "The shows that she's never put on for me."

When she heard these words my wife stared at me. After a moment she started to smile and then in a very icy tone of voice she slowly said, "A woman uses sexy lingerie as a tool to help her seduce a man. What would ever make you think that a woman would be interested in seducing a tiny dicked little wimp like you?"

Those were the most humiliating words that Kelly had ever said to me and as I heard them a bolt of electric excitement rippled through my loins.

Tonya laughed. "Got the picture wimpboy? Now get those fuckin panties on before we lose our patience."

I took a deep breath, stepped into the lacy pink underpants and pulled them up. They were crotchless so I had to take a moment to fit the panties around my tiny cock and balls. Once I was finished I looked up at Tonya and Kelly. They both had smirks on their faces. 

I suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed. These were two women who were used to partying with powerful, masculine businessmen. Now I was being forced to stand in front of them wearing nothing but a pair of frilly pink lace panties and they were giggling about it.

My face must have turned beet red because Tonya started laughing and said, "Look at him Kel. The little pussy is embarrassed."

My wife shook her head. "He shouldn't be. I've know he was a sissy wimp since the very first time I laid eyes on him." She looked at me. "Why do you think I have to date other men?"

Of course we both knew that while Kelly enjoyed masculine lovers with big cocks, the real reason she dated other men was because she had an insatiable hunger for variety. At this moment we were playing a sex game and it was actually a pretty creative taunt so I didn't see any reason to start questioning its validity. Instead I played my part and hung my head in shame.

Tonya kicked off her high heels and held up her foot. "Get down on your knees wimpboy and start kissing my toes."

A shiver of excitement rippled through me. Kelly and I had played some very exciting domination games, especially during the first few months after she started working at JTandR, but this was different. This was the first time I'd ever been forced to submit to two people at the same time. For a submissive masochist, being dominated and humiliated by one person is exciting. Having two women simultaneously gang up on you is almost staggering.

I dropped to my knees, carefully picked up Tonya's foot, closed my eyes and reverently kissed her big toe. She was a goddess.

Tonya sighed when she felt my lips touch her toes and then as I kissed her feet she giggled and said, "He is an obedient little wimp, isn't he."

"We can make him do anything we want." I was certain that I detected a hint of pride in my wife's voice.

Suddenly I felt movement on the couch above me. I looked up. What I saw made me stop kissing Tonya's feet. She had her arms around my wife. They were locked in a passionate embrace. Tonya's lips were pressed against Kelly's and her right hand was under her sweater.

Tonya must have noticed that I'd stopped kissing her feet because she glanced down at me and in a very stern voice, said; "Keep kissing my toes pussyboy. What we're doing up here doesn't concern you."

I obediently returned my attention to Tonya's feet, but I continued to sneak an occasional covert peek at the lovers above me.

The sound of rustling clothing caused me to openly look up again, only this time I was careful to keep my lips pressed against Tonya's toes. The two women were busily undressing each other. The skill and efficiency with which they opened clasps, unfastened buttons and lowered zippers suggested to me that this was not the first time they'd ever done this.

In a matter of seconds both women were completely undressed. Once they were naked, they started kissing again, only this time while they were kissing Tonya pulled Kelly's knees apart and began massaging her bare cunt. I watched with fascination as this older woman played with my my aroused wife's glistening pussy. 

Kelly responded to Tonya's fondling by reaching over, grabbing her lover's nipple between her fingertips and pulling on it with an almost vicious intensity.

Tonya gasped and pushed two fingers into Kelly's cunt. Kelly shivered in response to Tonya's probing fingers and then she removed her hand from Tonya's breast, slipped it between her legs and started massaging her engorged clitoris.

Obviously excited by Kelly's fondling, Tonya sat up. Staring down at me with a menacing grin, she said; "Look up at me sissyboy."

I did as I was told. Our eyes met. 

She slipped her fingers out of my wife's sopping cunt and held them up to my face. They were coated with Kelly's wetness. "I understand that it's been awhile since you've been allowed to taste your wife's pussy." She smirked. "You'll have to forgive her, she's been too busy enjoying herself with other men."

I took a deep breath. Tonya was pressing me, she was pressing me hard.

She pushed her fingers into my mouth. "Here, have a little taste. It will help you remember."

I closed my eyes and sucked on Tonya's fingers. It was humiliating, but it was also incredibly exciting.

"Does her pussy taste different now wimpboy? I would imagine that it must. There have to have been at least thirty different cocks in there since the last time you tasted her. Can you taste those cocks cuckboy? Can you taste all the different men who have enjoyed your wife during the past few months?"

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. Tonya was pushing me very very hard. She was trying to find my limit.

"Tonya Stop! That's enough! This is all still too fresh." It was Kelly. She was staring into my eyes. I think she was trying to see if I was all right.

I smiled at her. She sighed with relief.

Tonya reached down and pulled me up on the couch. As soon as I was seated between them she kissed my cheek and asked, "Was I too rough on you babydoll?"

On the other side of me Kelly rubbed my back and said, "She was just trying to push your limits. Baby I love you and tonight I'm going to put on the hottest fashion show you can possibly imagine and it's going to be just for you."

I grinned at both of them. "I kind of like this, you two really are a couple of ruthless doms."

Tonya started laughing.

Kelly punched my arm. "Hey, I was worried about you. I thought Tonya might have been getting a little too close to an issue that just a couple of hours ago made you pretty upset. Baby I don't ever again want to make you feel bad."

I patted my wife's knee. "Thank you, I appreciate your concern; but I'm okay. "

Kelly stared at me. "You are?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I am. Please listen to me. Earlier today when I lost my temper and stormed out of the house; that was a reaction to the neglect and indifference that I've been feeling from you for the past several months. We've discussed that and now I think I understand how and why it happened. I also believe that you truly regret letting it happen. The last several months were painful for me, but they were painful for you too." 

I sighed. "They weren't painful for either of us because you were sleeping with other men. They were painful for me because you weren't loving me and they were painful for you because you were plagued with guilt about what you were doing."

Kelly started to say something. I put up my hand to stop her. "Don't worry, I know you love me. You proved that today when you came to the park. You proved it by quitting your job last Friday.. While we were in college you proved it every single day. You even proved it during the past year. You tried to be a perfect wife." 

I smiled. 'It is true that your attempt to be a perfect wife was what got us into this situation and your idea of what it took to be a perfect wife was something that neither of us cared about and in fact didn't even want; but that doesn't matter, you still tried."

I leaned over and gently kissed Kelly's forehead. "I do know that you love me and because I know that, Tonya can taunt me about anything she can imagine. That includes all of the men who were fucking you during the past few months and the sexy clothes that you were wearing for them. She can ridicule my tiny dick and remind me that I'm a lousy fuck. She can even tease me about the fact that over the past year you've done things for other men that you haven't done for me. She can do all of that because I know that you love me. Kelly, that's all that I care about."

"I think I'm going to cry." It was Tonya. She wasn't being sarcastic.

Kelly and I both looked at her.

"I'd give anything to have a man who loved me that much. Kel you just might be the luckiest woman in the entire world." Tonya shook her head. "And you almost fucked it up."

I patted Tonya's knee. "But she didn't fuck it up. We're going to be just fine and you just helped us."

Kelly looked at me. "What do you mean?"

"We got into trouble because you were trying to hide your involvement with other men. I think the real solution to our problem is for you to be very open and straight forward about your dating. It needs to become part of our sex games. It needs to be part of our life, not just your life. That way I can also enjoy your fun. Kelly, I'm a submissive masochistic cuckold. We've both known that for a very long time. I want to hear about your affairs, I want to hear about them in minute detail. I want it to be the way it was before we got married, only now I want it to go farther. I want you to torment me with the intimate details of your affairs. I want you to taunt me about them just like Tonya was taunting me about them tonight."

"But Timmy, won't that make you feel bad?"

I smiled at Kelly. "Of course it will, but that's the point. I'm a masochist. I'll enjoy it."

Sighing, she said; "This is all very hard to understand."

"No it's not!" 

Kelly and I both turned and looked at Tonya.

"Kel, you're an incurable slut. Any handsome man who takes a moment to wink at you can get into your panties. Please don't be offended by that observation, I have the same problem. We're both sluts. We love sex and we both want to enjoy it with as many handsome men as we possibly can. Your sisters and your mother could never begin to understand us, but that doesn't make us wrong. It just makes us different. Your wonderful husband gets excited by pain and humiliation. You and I aren't submissive masochists, so it's difficult for us to understand him.

Tonya paused for a moment and then she said, "Before you judge him, think about this. It's just as hard for your sisters and mother to understand why you're willing to spread your legs for every good looking guy you meet as it is for you to understand why Timmy enjoys hearing about your parties with other men."

Smiling, Tonya continued. "Timmy is telling you that he's willing to accept you for who you are. Actually I think he always has. All he wants from you is for you to accept him for who he is. He not only doesn't want you to lie about your affairs, he's asking you to share every tiny detail with him. Kelly honey, tonight when you're putting on your fashion show for Timmy, you can spice it up for him by telling him about the different men you wore the lingerie for during the last few months." 

She winked. "And if your a little arrogant about it, he'll enjoy it even more."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy is that really what you want?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think it is; but maybe we need to wait a little while before you start getting really arrogant about your affairs. I think we might need a day or two where we just love each other."

Kelly smiled. "I'd like that very much."

Tonya looked at us. "I should just go back to my office and get ready for tonight. I think it's time for the two of you to be alone."

I shook my head. "No, maybe were not quite ready for a ruthless domination game, but I think I would like to ah, you know..."

I was stammering. Kelly mercifully interrupted me. She was giggling. "My babydoll is trying to tell you that he feels like he still owes you a little oral attention and I think he wants to pay his debt before you leave.."

Tonya smiled at me. "I am very curious. Your wife loves to brag about your skill with your tongue. She claims that you eat pussy even better than Mandy and Mandy is absolutely fabulous."

I started to blush.

Kelly kissed my cheek. "You are very good, and I'm certain that you'll both enjoy it." She reached over and squeezed my penis. "You also might want to remember that Tonnie and I love to reward obedience."

I looked at my wife. "Are You sure that you'll be okay with it?"

Kelly laughed. "Yes, of course I will. I want you to do it." She winked at me. "In fact, I'm ordering you to do it." And then she playfully pushed me off the couch and said; "All right slaveboy, get down on your knees. It's time for you to go to work."

As I was getting back down on the floor Kelly looked at Tonya and said, "Tonnie why don't you roll over. I think our little slave needs to earn the right to lick your pussy."

Tonya laughed. "Kel, I think that's an excellent idea." She turned around and kneeled on the couch so that her beautiful ass was facing me.

I positioned myself directly behind her. 

Kelly leaned over, spread the cheeks of Tonya's gorgeous rear and exposed her puckered little anus. 

I looked at Tonya's ass and then I looked at my wife. Kelly was smiling at me. In a very gentle voice she said, "Go ahead Timmy, I know you want to do it. Both Tonya and I want you to do it too."

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and softly placed my lips on Tonya's asshole. She cooed with delight when she felt me kissing her.

Suddenly I had a strange thought. I looked up at Tonya and said, "Ms. Lewis, may I take a moment to ask you a question?"

She looked over her shoulder at me. "Sure Timmy, you can ask me anything."

"Have many men done this to you?" 

She turned so she was leaning on her side and smiled at me. "Yes Timmy, lots of men have done this to me."

"So this is really no big deal for you."

Tonya stared at me for a moment and then she said, "No Timmy, you're wrong about that. This is a very big deal for me. Right now I'm not just getting my ass kissed, I'm getting my ass kissed by you. That makes it very special for me."

She turned around completely. "Timmy I think it's extremely important for you to understand something. Sex in all forms is nothing more than a physical act. It's fun." She laughed. "It's incredibly fun, but it's just a physical act. Sex becomes special when you have a bond with the person your doing it with and the more special that bond is, the better the sex becomes. Sometimes the bond is nothing more than a physical attraction. That makes it better, but it's not as good as it is when there's an emotional bond."

She paused for a moment to think and then she said, "Timmy I'm a mature woman. Many older men are attracted to older women, so most of the older associates are assigned to me. Anyway, I love to fuck. I always have. It's fun. It's even fun when a fat old bald headed businessman that I've never met is fucking me, but it's not special. When I know the man and I like him, it starts to become a little special. When we're good friends it becomes even more special."




Courtesan Ch. 07



She took a deep breath. "Timmy your wife is a blow job queen. She loves to suck cocks and she is an absolute artist. Because of that, the associates who were hot for blow jobs were generally assigned to her. That's why she would have been doing the show tonight at Eagle Lake. Over the past several months your wife has probably given blow jobs to at least fifty different men." 

She reached down and gently raised my chin so I was looking directly into her eyes. "Kelly loves to suck cocks, but her favorite cock is your tiny little penis. It's special. It's special because it's yours. The blow job that she gives you tonight will mean much more to her than all of those other blow jobs combined."

Tonya sat back. "Yes Timmy, lots of men have kissed and licked my asshole. It seems to be an exciting fantasy for many older men and I always enjoy it" She smiled. "But when you do it, it's going to be special. You're Timothy Jamieson. Over the past several months you've become a legend for Mandy, Keisha and me. You're Kelly's husband. You're all she ever talked about and in our minds you became a prince. You were the perfect man; kind, honest, trustworthy and wise. Now that I've finally met you I've discovered that Kelly wasn't exaggerating. You really are a prince. So believe me sweetheart, when you kiss and lick my asshole it's going to be a very big thing."

I stared up at Tonya. I wasn't quite sure how I should respond to what she'd just told me. I was about to say something really inane when Kelly stopped me.

"Timmy, you don't need to say anything, just smiling at Tonya will be enough."

I took her advice and just smiled. Tonya smiled back at me and then she started to giggle. Turning to my wife, she said, "He really is endearing, isn't he."

Kelly nodded. "Yes he is, that's one of the many reasons I married him." She winked at Tonya. "His talented tongue is another one of those reasons." 

Turning to me, she said; "And my friend is still waiting for that experience."

I laughed. "Ms Lewis I apologize for causing this delay. If you would care to turn around I will try to pick up where we left off."

Tonya chuckled. "That's an invitation I won't pass up."

She turned around and once again kneeled on the couch so that her ass was in my face. This time I spread her cheeks myself. When she felt me place my lips on her asshole, Tonya sighed. Her sigh gave me confidence. I closed my eyes and concentrated on kissing her beautiful rear.

After a moment Kelly quietly said, "Use your tongue Timmy, give Tonnie's ass a French kiss." 

That was all the prompting I needed. I slowly pushed my tongue into Tonya's anus. She shuddered when she felt me probing that forbidden tunnel. 

Suddenly I felt movement to my right. I looked up. Kelly had moved over so that her naked body was pressed against her friends naked body. She had her arm around Tonya's shoulder. They were kissing. A surge of excitement rippled through me as I watched my wife make out with Tonya while I licked her asshole.

I pushed my tongue even deeper into Tonya's ass. She shivered. I reached between her legs and found the cleft of her pussy. She was sopping wet. I was just starting to look for her clit when I felt another hand join mine. 

I glanced up. My wife was looking at me. There was a lascivious smile on her face. Together we began to masturbate her friend. Kelly massaged Tonya's clit while I pushed first one and then two fingers into her cunt. At the same time I kept my tongue buried in her asshole.

This was too much for Tonya. I felt every muscle in her body tighten and then she arched her back and screamed like a banshee. I started to back off, but I saw Kelly continuing to rub Tonya's clit, so I pushed my tongue back into her ass and kept it there while her body convulsed from her orgasm.

Once the intensity of Tonya's climax begin to diminish Kelly gently pulled my face away from her ass and pushed the same fingers that had been massaging Tonya's cunt into my mouth. 

Tonya rolled over and watched lustfully while I greedily sucked her nectar off my my wife's fingers. While she watched me her own fingers moved to her slippery sex and wantonly started massaging her engorged clitoris. 

As I sucked on Kelly's fingers I couldn't help noticing the size of Tonya's clit. My wife was similarly endowed. I wondered if their insatiable sexual appetites might in part be related to that particular physical attribute.

"Tonnie tastes good, doesn't she Timmy?"

I smiled at my wife and nodded.

"I think it's time for you to have a really big taste."

Kelly pulled her fingers out of my mouth, placed her hand behind my head and gently pushed my face towards Tonya's glistening cunt. 

"Make me proud Timmy. Show Tonya just how good you are at eating pussy."

My wife's praise both excited me and motivated me. I wanted to give Tonya my best effort. Kelly had obviously bragged to her friends about my ability to pleasure a woman with my tongue and I didn't want to let her down.

Tonya took her hand away from her cunt. Both women stared at me. They were waiting.

I took a deep breath and nervously moved forward. When my mouth was almost touching Tonya I started to softly blow on her sex. I'd learned to do this with Kelly while we were still in college. When I start giving her head her pussy tends to be a little sensitive so I try to be very gentle at first. Because Tonya was already aroused, this was probably an unnecessary step, but I still did it. I wanted to show her everything I knew.

Tonya giggled when she felt me blowing on her. Turning to my wife, she said, "That tickles."

Kelly nodded. "Yes it does, bit it also feels good."

"It does."

After blowing on her for a moment I softly brushed Tonya's pussy with my lips. I felt her moisture. She was wet, very wet. That excited me and I started kissing her. They were gentle sensitive kisses, they weren't aggressive and filled with passion. Those would come soon, but not quite yet.

I extended my tongue. Tonya cooed with delight as she felt my gentle kisses become gentle French kisses. I kissed her and teased her with my tongue everywhere except her clitoris. I deliberately avoided that special spot. That would also come later.

Gradually my kisses became more forceful and I stopped using my tongue to tease Tonya and instead started using it to lick her. I repeatedly kissed and licked the entire crevasse of her sex and then I pushed my tongue into her and explored the opening to her womb. While I was doing that I thought about all of the huge stiff cocks that had penetrated her there. I wondered if I would ever be allowed that privilege. I realized that my inadequate penis would probably give this worldly woman very little pleasure, but it was still a delight that I could dream about.

Suddenly I realized that my mind was wandering. I stopped myself. I needed to concentrate on Tonya's pleasure, not on my own. I refocused my attention on licking and kissing her cunt. I was excited, very excited. My kisses became more and more forceful and increasingly passionate. I closed my eyes and made out with Tonya's sex. I felt her pressing herself into my face in an effort to respond to my kisses. Above me I could hear her panting from excitement. 

Still I avoiding Tonya's clit, I started licking her again; but I slowed my movement. I licked her four times. Each time I started at the base of Tonya's pussy and moved firmly and deliberately, but also very slowly, upwards towards her engorged love button.

I always stopped just before I got to her clit. I was teasing her. I knew she was ready for more intense pleasure, but I was also aware that she was on a wonderful sexual high and I wanted to prolong that high for as long as I possibly could.

I returned my tongue to the base of Tonya's pussy and started a fifth ascent. I moved even slower. I repeatedly stopped and explored the folds of her aroused cunt. I was deliberately trying to tease Tonya.

When I approached her clitoris I stopped, only this time I didn't withdraw. This time I started drawing little circles around her tiny soldier with my tongue.

I heard Tonya take a deep breath. 

I flicked her clit one time very quickly. 

She gasped

I flicked it again and then I kissed it.

She cried out, "Yessssssss!"

I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I heard her breath catch.

Next to us my wife giggled. "This is the best part."

I closed my eyes and started sucking on Tonya's clit. While I sucked it I occasionally flicked it with my tongue.

Tonya laughed. "It's almost like I have a tiny cock and he's giving me a blow job."

"Isn't it wonderful!"

"It's magnificent. He's magnificent."

My heart soared when I heard Kelly and Tonya's praise. I was filled with pride, but I still wasn't done. I had one more trick, a brand new trick. One that even my wife hadn't yet experienced.

During the past several months I'd frequently found myself at home alone with very little to do. I'm sure you won't be surprised when I tell you that I spent some of that time reading erotic stories on the Internet. One story particularly caught my attention. In that story a submissive husband pleasured his wife by sucking on her clit in much the same way that I pleasured Kelly. Only in this story the husband had an extra wrinkle. While he was sucking on his wife's clit he would fuck her asshole with his middle finger.

At the time I was reading the story I remembered Kelly's adamant contention that she would never allow her dates to fuck her ass, so I assumed that she would never be willing to allow me to penetrate her ass with my finger. I classified the story as a hot little fantasy and forgot about it. 

Earlier that afternoon, during our car ride downtown, Kelly told me that she now not only allowed men to fuck her ass, she actually enjoyed it. While she was telling me that I remembered the story and wondered if my wife might now be open to that little pleasure.

As I was sucking on Tonya's clit I again remembered the story. I knew that Tonya was a very worldly woman and I suspected that she was most likely the person who'd persuaded my wife to try anal sex.

I knew that I couldn't be absolutely certain that this was true, but I was reasonably confident that it was. I decided that would move slowly. That would give Tonya an opportunity to object if she didn't like what I was doing. If Tonya did allow me to do it, I suspected that I might be able to give her one of the most powerful orgasms that she'd ever experienced and Kelly would be even more proud of me.

I decided to try. Of course this whole debate took place over a time span of about five seconds and during that entire time I was still busily sucking on Tonya's clit.

I momentarily took my mouth off of Tonya's cunt so I could wet my finger. The brief interruption caused Tonya to open her eyes.

Next to me I heard my wife say, "Timmy?"

I ignored her, this wasn't the moment for explanations. Instead I quickly returned to sucking Tonya's pussy. She closed her eyes again.

I heard Kelly whisper to Tonya. "Are you enjoying this Tonnie? Isn't he wonderful?"

And then I heard movement. I glanced up. My wife was leaning over. Her lips were pressed against Tonya's. She was kissing her.

I smiled to myself. This was perfect. I had just the diversion I needed to be able to spring my little surprise. I reached down, slipped my finger between the cheeks of Tonya's ass and found her anus. It was still moist from the earlier attention it had received from my tongue. I kept one eye on Tonya and Kelly. They were still kissing. 

I started massaging Tonya's asshole. She responded by slowly moving her hips in rhythm with my finger. She was enjoying it. That was all the encouragement I needed. I gently pushed my finger into her ass. At the same time I sucked on her clit even harder and began flicking it with my tongue.

I heard Tonya gasp. 

My wife stopped kissing her and looked down at me. "Timmy what in the world are you doing?"

I smiled at Kelly and pulled my finger out of Tonya's asshole.

Tonya shook her head. "No please don't stop. That feels wonderful."

I had no intention of stopping. I just wanted to lick my finger again so it would be well lubricated. I was trying to be very careful to avoid causing Tonya any discomfort.

I put my finger in my mouth and got it nice and wet and then I pushed it back into Tonya's asshole. This time I was much bolder. I pushed my finger all the way in to the second knuckle.

Tonya laughed. "Timmy that really does feel wonderful."

"Timmy, what are you doing?" My wife was staring at me.

Quickly grinning at her and I said, "I'll explain later." And then I returned to sucking and licking Tonya's clitoris while I fucked her ass with my finger at the same time."

Tonya shrieked. "Kelly this is magnificent. Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

My wife shook her head and quietly whispered, "I didn't know. I've never seen him do it before."

I ignored their conversation and just kept sucking and licking Tonya's clit while I finger fucked her anus.

Tonya cried out, "Oh shit! Do it Timmy! Suck on my clit and fuck my asshole!"

Suddenly I felt all of the muscles in her body tighten and then Tonya arched her back, took a deep breath and screamed. "Yesssssssssss!"

I'd learned from Tonya's earlier orgasm that I didn't need to stop or worry about being gentle while she was cumming, so I continued sucking and licking her clit and pumping my finger in and out of her ass.

Tonya screamed again. Her entire body began to shake and then she started laughing. Her laughter was interspersed with cries of pleasure. I looked at her face. There were tears running down her cheeks. Tonya Lewis was clearly a very passionate woman.

After a moment, the intensity of Tonya's orgasm began to diminish. When I felt her muscles relax I stopped sucking on her clit and pulled my finger out of her ass. She slumped back on the couch.

Kelly leaned over and gently kissed her forehead.

Tonya looked up at my wife. She smiled and then she whispered, "You were right, Timmy is better than Mandy."

My heart filled with pride. Being able to please these two women was very important to me.

"Timmy, where did you learn to do that?" Kelly was staring at me. There was an incredulous look on her face.

I smiled at her and in a satirically deep voice said, "Actually my dear, in my spare time I've been hiring out as a high paid male escort for the bored housewives of wealthy Wall Street power brokers."

Tonya sat up. Both women stared at me for a moment and then they burst out laughing. Tonya reached down, pulled me up on the couch and kissed my cheek. "Sweetie that's a nice fantasy; but I don't think there's very much demand for gigolos with miniature cocks."

Kelly giggled. "I don't know, he's got two potential customers right here."

Tonya nodded. "Yes, but the two of us have soft spots for tiny dicked wimps. I'm not sure that frustrated high society wives share our viewpoint."

I looked at Tonya. "Hey! That's not a nice thing to call me." I was grinning at her.

"Sorry." She winked at me. "How about if I change it to tiny dicked pussylickers."

I smiled. "That's much better."

My wife shook her head. "All right Mr. Tiny dicked pussylicker, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where did you learn to do that?"

I thought for a moment and then I said, "I spent the past two months working as a bouncer in a Parisian bordello. The ladies taught me."

Tonya started laughing.

Kelly stared at me. There was a menacing smile on her face. Suddenly she grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. 

I yelped from the pain.

She gave my nipple another twist. "It's not nice to tease your Mistresses. Now where did you learn to do that. I'll let go of your nipple as soon as you give me a straight answer."

"From a story on the Internet." I shouted it out.

Kelly released my nipple. 

I sighed with relief.

She kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry baby. Did I really hurt you?"

I rubbed my nipple. "A little." I smiled at her. "But it was kind of fun."

Kelly giggled. "I liked it too." She grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs. "It made me even wetter."

"Would you like me to make you feel better?"

"Mmmmm very much, but I think we should save that for later. Right now it's our turn to take care of you." 

Kelly turned to Tonya. "Tonnie would you like to do the honors?"

Tonya grinned. "I would love to, but you said it's been two months since you've made him cum. Don't you think you should be the one who's doing it this first time?"

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy you're going to have me for the entire evening. Would you mind if Tonnie was the first one to get you off today?"

I smiled and slowly stroked my chin. "Well let me think about that."

My wife raised her eyebrows. "Timmy, you're not trying to tease your mistresses again, are you?"

I slowly shook my head. "Oh no Ms. Mason, I would never dream of doing that."

Tonya was laughing out loud. Kelly and I were both grinning at each other.

Kelly hugged me. "Timmy I've missed you so much."

I kissed her. "I missed you too. It's nice to have you back again." I turned to Tonya. "Ms. Lewis, I would like it very much if you did the honors."

Tonya grinned at me. "Thank you Timmy." She giggled. "I can't wait to get your little dicky in my mouth." She looked at my wife. "Kel, slide down to the end of the couch and sit so you're facing my end of the couch with your knees up."

We both waited while my wife repositioned herself. I little thrill rippled through me when Kelly pulled her knees up, spread her legs and exposed her naked shaved pussy. She was indeed very wet.

"Now Timmy I want you to sit between your wife's legs so you're facing me."

I turned, lifted my feet up on the couch and scooted myself into position between Kelly's knees. As soon as I was settled she put her arms around me and pulled my head back so that it was resting between her large bare breasts.

I chuckled. "I think I could happily spend the rest of my life right here."

Kelly whispered in my ear. "That would be just fine with me."

"All right you two, be quiet! I want your full attention." 

Tonya pulled my pink panties off and tossed them onto the floor next to the couch. "I think these will just get in the way."

She pushed my knees apart, lay down on her stomach between my legs and looked up at me. "Timmy you just entertained me with your new trick. Now it's time for me to entertain you with some tricks that I know. I am about to give you my very finest blow job."

"Tonnie honey, remember that he has a little trouble with control. You might want to give him the abbreviated version."

Tonya nodded. "Thanks Kel, that's a good idea."

Kelly whispered in my ear. "Timmy, Tonya is very good. When I first started working as a hostess she gave me a little course on how to give a blow job. Baby it was like going to cock sucking graduate school."

Tonya grinned at us. "Timmy your wife has surpassed her teacher. She is now the master. I think she could write a doctoral thesis on fellatio."

Kelly giggled. "It's always easier to learn when you're doing something you enjoy."

Tonya stared at me. "Timmy you're wife and I are both professionals." She paused. "I guess I should say that your wife was a professional." 

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in Tonya's voice. She obviously felt bad about losing Kelly as a coworker. 

Tonya smiled at me. "I am very experienced and very skilled at giving head. I know every trick in the book, but I'm just a craftsman. Your wife has become an artist."

I looked at Tonya. I had to ask. "You're sad that you won't be working with Kelly anymore, aren't you?"





Courtesan Ch. 07



She nodded. "Yes I am, but I also understand why it's necessary. I agree with her decision to resign." 

The three of us were silent for a moment. Finally Kelly said, "It's time for my teacher to show you why she was my teacher and why I was her student. " She whispered in my ear. "Relax baby, I want you to enjoy this. Tonya was just being modest. She's also an artist."

Tonya looked up at us and smiled and then she gingerly lifted my tiny erection with one hand and cradled my little balls in her other hand. Once she was holding me remained perfectly still. She didn't move at all. I think she was taking great care to keep me from cumming prematurely. After a few seconds she gently wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and held it in place while she leaned forward and started softly kissing my balls.

She moved so slowly, so deliberately and with so much concentration that I began to get the feeling that she was enjoying this even more than I was. I suspected that her ability to make me believe that was one of the qualities that distinguished an artist from a craftsman.

As she was kissing my balls Tonya parted her lips and slowly sucked them into her mouth. 

During the car ride downtown Kelly had told me about doing this same thing to Eric. He was, of course, the first man she'd entertained at the Calvert Hotel. She'd said that Chris Kendricks had taught her to do it. Now that Tonya was doing the same thing to me I wondered if Kelly had remembered wrong and that she'd actually learned it from Tonya, or maybe Tonya had taught it to Chris Kendricks. I quickly realized that it didn't matter. For the past year my wife had been working with a group of sexual virtuosos. I was certain that they'd taught her a number of new tricks. Now I was face with a choice. I could be hurt and angry because my wife had been doing things for other men that she'd never done for me or I could be excited that she'd acquired a repertoire of sexual skills that I was about to enjoy for the rest of my life. 

I am certain that there are people reading this story who would call me a wimp for making the choice I made. For me it was never a serious question. I could spend the rest of my life being bitter, angry and alone; or I could spend the rest of my life enjoying the woman I loved and the sexual expertise she'd acquired while she was working as a courtesan.

I put all the anger and hurt aside and relaxed. Tonya's slow gentle movement was a completely new experience for me. I felt her tongue pushing my testicles around inside her mouth. She was teasing me. It was a delightful sensation.

Suddenly Tonya stopped moving. I could feel her tongue pressing against the bottom of my ball sac. She opened her mouth and released my testicles and then she slowly drew the tip of her tongue across them to the base of my erect penis. The sensation was maddening. She was moving slowly, very slowly; but she was filled with purpose and totally focused. At that moment I felt like my penis and balls were the only thing in this world that Tonya cared about.

Kelly was still holding me tightly in her arms. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Baby doll, isn't she wonderful."

I nodded, but I didn't speak.

Tonya looked up at us. She smiled and then she squeezed the base of my erection with her thumb and her forefinger.

I took a deep breath.

Still maintaining her strangle hold on my cock, she slowly pushed her two fingers up my rigid shaft until they were choking that sensitive spot just below the head.

I gasped. The pleasure was almost excruciating.

Tonya started to tickle the base of my cock with the tip of her tongue. After a moment I felt her dancing tongue start to climb the sensitive underside of my miniature pole. At the same time she slowly pulled her strangling fingers back down to their starting point at the base of my stiff shaft. 

As soon as her tongue reached the head of my penis Tonya gave it several kisses and then she parted her lips and sucked it into her mouth. At the same time she wrapped three of her fingers around my tiny shaft and gave it a very firm squeeze. This caused a wave of intense pleasure to ripple through my loins.

It was wonderful, even amazing, but I understood that it was only the first of the pleasures I was about to experience. I held my breath in anticipation of what was to come.

Tonya didn't disappoint me. Still maintaining her tight grip, she started sucking on the engorged head of my penis while she pumped her fingers up and down my stiff shaft. She was still moving slowly, the pleasure she was causing was so intense that it was almost painful.

Tonya increased her tempo. My breath caught. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations created by the combination of her mouth and her fingers. Suddenly my entire body started to tingle and I felt the familiar warm glow beginning to radiate through my loins. I immediately recognized what was happening. These sensations were the harbingers of an impending orgasm.

I started to panic. I didn't want to cum this quickly. Of course I was enjoying Tonya's blow job and I wanted to prolong the pleasure I was experiencing for as long as possible; but that wasn't the actual cause of my panic. There was another much more important reason for me to try to keep from cumming. I wanted to show my wife and her friend that I actually could control my orgasms. I wanted to prove to them that I was a better lover than they thought I was.

Tonya kept pumping and sucking my penis. I wanted to beg her to stop. I needed a break. A few seconds was all I had to have. I just needed a chance to compose myself so that we could keep going. 

Tonya didn't give me a break. I knew she wouldn't. I guessed that this was still the early stages of her blow job. I was certain that the stud lovers that she and my wife enjoyed would still easily be in full control of themselves at this point.

I was desperate. I needed something to divert my attention from the intense pleasure that Tonya was giving me. I tried dividing 18648 by 312. I was attempting to multiply 312 by 6 when the damn burst. I felt my butt muscles tighten and then my tiny cock pumped out its first spurt of semen. 

Tonya kept sucking on my penis while I ejaculated my cum into her mouth. It felt wonderful. It had been months since I'd had an orgasm that intense. I finished cumming, but Tonya kept sucking my penis. She kept sucking it until it was completely limp. Finally she took it out of her mouth, sat up and looked at me. 

There was a huge smile on her face. She waited for a moment and then she asked, "Timmy, did you enjoy that?"

Tonya had just given me the greatest blow job of my life. I realized that I should have been thanking her profusely, but I didn't. At that moment I felt disheartened and embarrassed. I had so desperately wanted to prove to my wife that I could last, that I could control myself, that I was a good lover; but I'd failed. I knew that I was being petty. I knew that I should just forget about my failure and be happy, but I couldn't.

I understood that I had to say something to Tonya, so I pulled myself together and quietly said, "Thank you, that was very nice."

My response exasperated Kelly. "Nice! Timmy, what's the matter with you? Tonnie just gave you her very best blow job and all you can say is that it was nice? Timmy most men will go through their entire lives and never experience a blow job like that one. Nice? It wasn't nice, it was great."

Kelly was angry with me and I didn't blame her. I needed to get my emotions under control. I had to give Tonya a proper thank you and explain my behavior.

Tonya was staring at me. I could see that her feelings were hurt. I felt awful.

I took a deep breath. "Tonya I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be ungrateful. It really was the greatest blow job that I've ever experienced in my entire life."

Tonya smiled at me. 

I smiled back. "I acted the way I did because I'm disappointed and ashamed of myself. I desperately wanted to prove to you and Kelly that I could control myself." 

I sighed. "But I couldn't. I guess I'll always be a lousy lover."

Shaking her head, Tonya looked at my wife. "Can I have him for a minute?"

Kelly nodded.

Tonya took my hand. "Come here baby doll." 

She pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held me firmly against her naked breasts. "Sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed about. Yes, there are men who can last much longer than you did; but you lasted longer than many of the businessmen I entertain." She kissed my forehead. "And you're not a lousy lover. You're a very caring and sensitive lover. Timmy you just gave me two of the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced."

Gently stroking my cheek, she said; "Baby, Kelly and I could work with you a little bit on improving your control. Would you like that?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

Tonya giggled. "I would too. I think the training exercises might be very exciting for all of us."

She patted my cheek. "Are you okay now baby?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I think I am. I'm sorry I acted like a child."

Tonya shook her head. "No it's okay. You don't need to apologize. I understand. I'm certain that knowing that we can compare you to an army of other men might give you a little performance anxiety. Just remember that there are lots of different ways that people can excel. Big cocked lovers who can fuck for hours are actually quite easy to find. A sensitive man who knows how to satisfy a woman with his tongue is much rarer."

She laughed. "Besides, if you learn to control yourself, you'll have to become a stud and then we won't be able to play our domination games anymore. Timmy I like you just the way you are."

Kelly nodded in agreement. "Timmy, please don't try to change. I love my tiny dicked pussylicker."

Grinning, I shook my head and said; "All right, I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with my role as my wife's cuckold wimp."

Kelly took a deep breath when she heard me say that. "Timmy, there is nothing in this world that would make me happier."

Tonya glanced at the clock on Kelly's makeup table. "Damn look at the time." She stood up and started grabbing her clothes. "Guys I have to run. I just barely have enough time to clean up and drive out to Eagle Lake."

Kelly looked at her. "Can we do anything to help you?"

She shook her head. "No I just have to take a quick shower, put on fresh makeup and get dressed. The clothes I'm going to wear are already laid out in my office."

Tonya was holding her clothes in a bundle, but she didn't make any effort to put them on. Instead she just walked to the door to hallway and opened it. As she left she said, "Kelly I'll call you tomorrow. Timmy it was a pleasure to meet you. I really like you. I hope we can become very close friends." And then she left, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone I turned to my wife. "She went out in the hall without putting her clothes back on."

Kelly smiled at me. "Don't worry, no one will be offended. People are used to seeing us run around naked at this end of the hall. That's why they put our offices way down here." She laughed. "And I guess there's another reason too."

"What's that?"

"You may have noticed that once in a while it gets a little noisy down here."

I remembered the way Tonya had screamed while she was having her orgasms and smiled at my wife. "Yes, I understand."

Kelly stood up. "Come on Timmy. Let's get dressed and gather up some of my lingerie. We have a big evening ahead of us, and right now I'm getting hungry. As soon as we get home I want my little cuckold wimp to make me some dinner."

I stood up. As I was picking up my underwear I smiled at my wife and said, "Ms. Mason, I would love to make dinner for you."

I was about to step into my boxer shorts when Kelly stopped me. "Timmy what are you doing?"

"Putting on my underwear, why?"

"That's not the underwear that Tonya gave you."

I stared at my wife. She had a wicked grin on her face. It took me a moment to actually grasp what she was saying to me. I was a little shocked by the implication of her statement, but the tingling in my balls revealed my true feelings. "Are you telling me that you want me to wear those pink panties?"

"Didn't you just say that you were going to be happy with your role as my cuckold wimp?"

I could feel my penis beginning to grow. Still, I stared at the floor in embarrassment.

Kelly wasn't about to give me any quarter. "Wouldn't you agree that pink panties are the appropriate underwear for a tiny dicked pussylicker?"

I realized exactly what Kelly was doing and I had to admit that it was very exciting. I decided that this was not the time to be coy. I grinned at my wife and said; "Yes Ms. Mason, I do."

She nodded. "Very good." She walked over, picked up the panties and handed them to me. "Put them on. When we're going through my lingerie drawers we'll pick out several more pairs for you. I don't think I'm ever going to allow you to wear men's underwear again. From now on it's going to be nothing but panties for you pussyboy."

She paused for a moment. "Of course, if you really don't want me to make this demand, you could always say check."

I shook my head. "No Ms. Mason, I'm not going to say check." Smiling at Kelly, I added; "But I am going to beg you to not make me wear these panties or turn me into your little cuckold wimp or start dating other men."

This was of course the code that Tonya had just taught me to use. If I was really enjoying something that she and Kelly were doing I was to beg them to stop doing it. That way they could pretend to be cruel doms and callously ignore my pleas for mercy as they ruthlessly kept doing whatever it was that they were doing at the time. Of course this only worked because we had a real safe word. A word I could use if I really did want them to stop. Our safe word was check.

Realizing what I was doing, Kelly started giggling and then she winked at me and gently slapped me across the face. "Silence! You will wear whatever I tell you to wear. Is that clear slave?"

Trembling with excitement, I meekly bowed my head and said, "Yes Ms. Mason, I understand."

"And I don't have to turn you into my little cuckold wimp. You already are my little cuckold wimp." 

Kelly paused for a moment and then she quietly asked, "Are you really willing to let me date other men?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, of course I am. I want you to date other men. I never wanted you to stop dating other men. I just don't ever want you to lie to me about it."

"When can I start?"

I chuckled. "It's been several days since you've had a good fuck hasn't it?"

Suddenly Kelly looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Timmy. I wasn't thinking. That was an awful thing to ask you today."

I put my arms around my wife and hugged her. "No, it was okay. I know you. You're Kelly Mason. We've been together for over four years now. I know exactly how much you love a good fuck. I love you Kelly. I want you to have that."

I kissed her cheek. "Now tell me, when was the last time you got boinked by a guy with a nice big cock?"

Kelly laughed. "Boinked?"

"I think that was your word. I clearly remember you using it earlier today."

She nodded, "You're right, I admit it. I did." Then the expression on her face became much more serious and she asked, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, of course I do. I always want to know."

"It was a week ago last Saturday. There was a dinner party at Eagle Lake. My date was a middle aged businessman from Dallas. He really wasn't all that big, but he knew how to use what he had and he could go all night. He fucked me three times." She giggled. "He really wore me out."

"What about the guy in Vegas last week?"

Kelly shrugged. "He was a nice guy, but mostly he just wanted to be seen in the casino with a sexy blond. That's why I brought that outrageous dress."

I smiled. "I'd still like to see you wearing it."

"It's in the closet. I'll bring it home and wear it for you tonight." She giggled. "Maybe you could put on your sports jacket and a tie and we could pretend we were out for dinner."

"Why don't we go out for dinner for real? We have a lot to celebrate. We could go to the Kensington Grill."

Kelly shook her head. "Oh no Timmy, I could never wear that dress to the Kensington Grill. It's much too risque for that restaurant. Besides, I don't have a job anymore. We have to save our money."

"Kelly, we have a huge savings account. We can afford one dinner in a fancy restaurant."

"It would be fun to go out." My wife thought for a moment and then she said, "I could never wear that dress to the Kensington Grill, but I could wear it to the Goldenrod Supper club. Would you like to go there?"

"I've never been to the Goldenrod Supper Club. Is the food good?"

"It's not as good as the Kensington Grill, but they do have great steaks." 

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy, when I was working for JTandR I ate at the Goldenrod Supper Club at least two nights a week. That was one of the parts of my life that I kept hidden from you. I think we should go there." She smiled. "This might be one way that you could learn a little more about what my life was like when I was working as a hostess."

I thought about this for a moment and then I said, "That sounds like a very good idea. I would love to try the Goldenrod Supper Club."

"This is going to be so much fun. I know everyone at that restaurant." 

Kelly paused. She seemed to be thinking. After a second she said, "Timmy we could pretend like it's one of my dates in Vegas." She giggled. "And you can be my date. As soon as we get back to the house we'll clean up and get ready to go. Right before we leave I'll give you a blow job. That's the way I always did it. When I met a guy in his hotel room I'd give him a blow job right before we left for dinner. It seemed to take a little of the pressure off and make the dinner a bit more relaxed. Otherwise most of the guys were so anxious about getting me into bed that we couldn't enjoy the evening."

I nodded. "That makes sense."

"Anyway, after I give you a blow job I'll fix my make up and we can go." Kelly shook her head. "Giving a blow job really does mess up a girl's makeup, especially her lipstick"

"You mentioned that earlier today."

"Did I? Oh sorry."

"No, it's okay, I love hearing about all of these details."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Maybe over dinner I can tell you about some of my dates."

"I'd enjoy that."

Kelly licked her lips. "Will stories like that get you all hot and bothered?"

I laughed. "Yes, I'm quite certain that they will."

"Good, because after we're finished with dinner we going to go back to the house. As soon as we get home I'm going to do a little strip tease for you. I love to do that. I love to dance for a guy before we start fooling around. It's gets them really hot." She giggled. "It also gets me really hot. Timmy, I've discovered that I'm a dedicated exhibitionist."

I looked at Kelly. "You've never done a strip tease for me." It just sort of popped out and I regretted it as soon as I said it.

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she sighed. "Timmy I'm so sorry. I didn't start doing them until I became a hostess and then well..."

I kissed Kelly's cheek. "It's okay. I shouldn't have said anything. Let's forget about it. I'm already looking forward to seeing you do a strip tease tonight."

Kelly hugged me. "Timmy, I'm afraid that there are lots of things I've done for other guys that I've never done for you. After I started working at JTandR my professional life revolved around sex and I became more and more adventurous. Sweetheart I'm sorry that I shut you out of that part of my life. I promise that I'll try to make it up to you by doing all of those things for you as soon as I possibly can."




Courtesan Ch. 08



This is the eighth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

Kelly patted my pantie covered butt. "Sweetie let's finish getting dressed. We have a big night ahead of us."

Both of us hurriedly put on our clothes. As soon as we were dressed we went back into Kelly's office closet. Tonya had brought us four shopping bags and I excitedly watched while Kelly filled them with sexy lingerie, exotic dresses and several pairs of spike heeled shoes.

After she was done she turned to me and said, "There, that should be enough sexy clothing for several very hot fashion shows." She winked at me. "I also packed a nice selection of panties for you."

I laughed. "Well I certainly appreciate that."

Kelly playfully punched my arm. "You'd damn well better appreciate it pussyboy."

She walked over to the closet rod and picked up the dress she'd worn in Las Vegas the previous week. It was the dress I'd found in her overnight bag and it was also the dress she was going to wear to dinner tonight at the Goldenrod Supper Club. It was still on its hanger. 

Handing it to me, she said; "Here, drape this over your arm. If we try to pack it in one of the shopping bags it will be too wrinkled to wear tonight. Once we get to my car we can hang it in the back seat."

I followed Kelly's instruction and carefully draped the dress over my arm. It wasn't all that difficult. The black cocktail dress was so skimpy that it was more like draping a tee shirt over my arm.

Kelly handed me two of the shopping bags. One of them was filled with shoes. "Can you carry these along with the dress."

I nodded. "No problem."

She smiled. "Good, let's go."

I followed her out of the walk in closet. As we reentered Kelly's old office we were both startled to see a slender, elderly man sitting in the easy chair next to Kelly's old desk.

Kelly's face broke into a huge grin. She set her shopping bags down and ran over to him with her arms outstretched. 

He stood up to meet her. Kelly threw her arms around the man and gave him a big hug. 

As she was hugging him he said, "Were you planning to leave without stopping to say hello?"

My wife kissed his cheek and stepped back. "I'm sorry Wendell, I was afraid that you might be too busy to see me."

He shook his head. "Kelly honey, I'll always make time for you."

Kelly turned to me. "Wendell, this is my husband Tim Jamieson. You can call him Timmy. Timmy this is my good friend Wendell Tyler."

Mr. Tyler stepped forward and extended his hand. "Timmy it is a pleasure to finally meet you. Kelly has told me so many wonderful things about you."

I shook his hand and said; "Mr. Tyler, it's nice to meet you too. Kelly has also said some very nice things about you."

"Please call me Wendell."

I smiled. "Thank you."

Wendell looked at Kelly. "I would assume that seeing the two of you together is a good sign."

Kelly nodded.

He turned to me. "Timmy you have a wonderful wife. While she was at JTandR she and I have become very close friends and I rarely form friendships with the people who work for me." 

He paused. He seemed to be thinking about his next words. After a moment he continued. "Timmy it appears that your wife made some very poor choices during the past year and I gather that those choices have jeopardized your marriage. I want you to know that last Friday she spent over two hours talking with me about this and I do believe that she deeply regrets making those choices. I hope you will be able to find it in your heart to forgive her." 

He sighed. "I also want to assure you that if I'd known that you weren't aware of what she was doing, I never would have allowed Kelly to work as a hostess. Please forgive me for that." 

I smiled at him. "I have already forgiven her and Kelly has told me about the friendship that the two of you have, so I am also willing to forgive you."

We smiled at each other.

"But there are still some questions about the conduct of your firm in this matter."

He nodded. "Yes and I understand that you and Martin are currently involved in negotiations regarding those questions."

"That's correct."

"Then it would be inappropriate for us to have any further discussions about those issues."

"I think that would be wise."

Wendell turned to Kelly. "Your husband is a very intelligent man."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Yes he is."

"As your friend I would counsel you to follow his lead in these upcoming discussions."

"I don't know anything about any upcoming discussions." Kelly had a puzzled expression on her face.

Wendell looked at me. 

"We're still working on piecing together everything that's happened during the past several months. We haven't yet had an opportunity to discuss either the present or the future."

Wendell nodded. "I see, well it appears that my comments may have been premature. When you told me that you've forgiven Kelly I was hoping that the past had been put to rest."

"We're very close, but we have a couple of issues left that we still have to address. We're moving slowly. Over the past several months we've grown apart. Right now we're focusing on renewing our relationship."

Warren turned to Kelly. He picked up her hand and held it between both of his hands. "Listen to me kiddo, during the past year you've spent hours extolling the virtues of this man. Now that I've finally met him, my first impression is that you weren't exaggerating. I repeat my earlier admonition. Kelly I know that you are bright, strong willed and independent. You like to fight your own battles, but I think this is an excellent time for you to trust Timmy. Let him work all of this out. Follow his lead. You're going to be too personally involved in this situation. It will be very easy for you to start thinking with your emotions rather than your brain."

Kelly shook her head. "I'm very confused. I don't have any idea what you're talking about."

He squeezed her hand. "When he thinks the time is right, Timmy will explain it all to you. Right now it appears that his priority is saving your marriage and I have to say that I agree with him. Please Kelly, just promise me that you will follow Timmy's lead." 

My wife nodded. "Wendell you've always given me good advice in the past, so I'll listen to you now. I promise you that I will listen to Timmy and follow his lead."

Wendell kissed her cheek. "Thank you. Kelly, I Hope that when all of this is finally over we can still be friends."

Kelly stared at him. "I can't possibly imagine a situation where that wouldn't be the case."

Wendell sighed. "I fear that it's very likely that the next few weeks will test that assumption." 

He paused for a moment and then he shook his head. "I'm sorry, I've probably already said too much." 

After another pause he smiled at both of us and said, "I'm so happy that the two of you are trying to work things out and save your marriage." He patted my shoulder. "Timmy I admire you. Many men would have strangled Kelly when they found out what she'd been doing."

I shrugged. "Despite everything that's happened, I still love Kelly. More than anything I want to be with her. If I strangled her or took the more reasonable course of divorcing her, I wouldn't be able to be with her. The only way I can get what I want is to forgive her."

Wendell looked at Kelly. "And that's why you need to follow his lead right now. Even in an extremely emotional situation he's able to think with his brain." He glanced at his watch. "I have to run. There's a party out a Eagle Lake tonight and Martin wants me to be there." He laughed. "I'm getting too old for these things. I'll probably fall asleep during dinner."

He turned. As he stepped out the door he looked over his shoulder and said, "Kelly if you're still speaking to me next week, let's have lunch. Give Stella a call so she can put it on my calendar." And then, without waiting for an answer, he left.

As soon as he was gone Kelly looked at me. "Timmy what's going on? What could possibly make Wendell think that I might not be willing to speak to him next week? Have they done something awful?"

I picked up my two shopping bags. "Grab your bags, let's go down to your car. The issues that Wendell was mentioning have to do with our relationship with JTandR. Right now our relationship with each other is more important to me and I hope it's also more important to you."

Kelly picked up her shopping bags. "Of course it is, but I still don't understand."

"Don't worry, you will."

When we got to Kelly's Mercedes I loaded the shopping bags into the trunk while she hung her dress in the back seat. Once that was done we got into her car, left the parking ramp and started the drive home.

As soon as Kelly turned onto Second Street she glanced over at me and said, "Okay, what's going on with JTandR? What was Wendell talking about?"

I sighed. "Kelly, you're going to have to be patient with me on this one. I really do believe that we need to finish repairing our marriage before we start addressing our relationship with JTandR."

"Why do you say our relationship with JTandR? I was the only one who had a relationship with the firm."

"No, you're my wife. You're relationship with the firm had an enormous effect on our relationship with each other, so I think we do have to talk about our relationship with JTandR." I paused. After a moment I said, "Kelly I wish Wendell hadn't said anything at all. I'd planned to wait until tomorrow or even Friday before I broached this issue."

"Is it that bad?"

"No it's not, but it's complicated. It's going to require a very lengthy discussion on our part and right now I'd rather put that time and energy into restoring our marriage. I understand that you're curious, but please try to forget about this for a little while."

"But it's not bad?"

"No, but it is very complicated and merits a great deal of discussion. In the end, it could actually turn out to be good."

Kelly shrugged. "Okay, I'll try to forget about it for a little while."

We were both quiet for a moment and then Kelly glanced at me and said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

I smiled at her. "Tell me more about the trip to Las Vegas last week. Up in your office you implied that the guy wasn't a very good fuck.

Kelly chuckled. "You're a perv."

I laughed. "Is that a new discovery for you? Remember, while we were in college I was tho one who used to write fantasy stories about your dates with other guys. After you got home from those dates you used to sit on my face and tell me every minute detail about the sex you had while I licked your pussy,"

Kelly grinned at me. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

"Yes it was."

"Okay, the guy in Vegas last week." She thought for a moment. Finally she turned to me. "Actually, I really don't know if he was a good lay. He never fucked me."

"He never fucked you?'

She nodded. "That wasn't all that uncommon. I gave him a blow job when we met in his hotel room before dinner and I gave him another blow job when we returned to his room after he was finished gambling in the casino. As soon as he came from the second blow job he thanked me and told me I was done for the night. He wanted to go to sleep. I'm pretty sure he had a good time. Some guys were just like that. It was my job to give them what they wanted. He mostly wanted to be seen in the casino with a hot blond hanging on his arm."

"I can understand that. What about the guy at the Calvert Hotel?"

"He was a nice guy, but he couldn't fuck worth a damn. He was a rammer and jammer."

"A rammer and jammer? You used that phrase earlier, what does it mean?"

"You know, he had no rhythm or style. He just stuck his dick inside me and rammed it in and out as fast and hard as he possibly could. I gave him a blow job and then he fucked me two times. He could get it up all right, but who cares. I mean an occasional burst of hard and fast is fun, but if a guy wants to give a girl a good fuck, he's got to slow down and get into a nice rhythm. He's got try to vary the tempo just a little bit. Fucking is a lot like dancing." She shook her head. "I'll bet he was a terrible dancer. He got off, but I sure didn't."

"The guy you told me about earlier, the guy at Eagle Lake the weekend before last. Did you get off with him?"

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "Oh yes, several times. He was a very nice fuck."

"So it's been over a week and a half since you've been properly laid."

Kelly laughed. "Listen to you, properly laid. It's almost sounds like you want other guys to fuck me."

I stared at Kelly. "I do want other guys to fuck you."

"Why? When we were in college I thought you put up with it so you could stay with me. That's one of the reasons I tried to stop when we got married. I was afraid you might leave me if I kept dating other guys and I didn't want to lose you."

"That may have been partially true when we first started hanging around with each other. I mean it did take me a while to get used to the idea that you were letting other guys fuck you." 

I shrugged. "And I really was afraid that if I objected you would have stopped seeing me. Kelly you're so beautiful and you were always surrounded by so many handsome men. I was always worried that you were going to dump me for one of them."

She smiled at me. "I didn't dump you because I was head over heels in love with you. Timmy I enjoy being with you. I not only love you, you're my best friend."

"I finally did figure that out." I paused for a moment and then I quietly added. "Although I do have to admit that during the past two months I started to question that belief again."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy I..."

"Don't worry, we've moved on from that. I'm no longer worried that you're in love with another man and except for the past several weeks, it's been a long time since I've worried that you might fall in love with anyone else. In fact, that confidence is one of the reasons I can be comfortable knowing that you let other men fuck you."

"What do you mean?"

"As I got to know you, I learned that you clearly differentiated between love and sex. When you're with other men you suck their cocks and let them fondle you and fuck you; but you just do it for fun. I don't believe that you ever make love to them.

Kelly nodded. "You're the only one I make love to."

"I know. By the time we were juniors I understood that when you let another guy fuck you, it really was just sex." I shrugged. "After I figured that out, I rarely felt jealous anymore."

"You never had to be jealous. We used spend a lot of time taking about that when we first started hanging around together."

"I know, but there were times when I was jealous. It was hard not to be. I was just afraid to tell you about it. I was afraid you might refuse to see me anymore."

"I never would have done that. By the end of our sophomore year I was already in love with you."

"And I was in love with you by then too." I smiled at Kelly. "It was my love for you that eventually caused me to not only accept that fact that you were going to have sex with other men, but to actually begin wanting you to do it."

Kelly turned and looked at me. "Now that I really don't understand."

"Keep your eyes on the road."

My wife laughed. "Okay."

As soon as Kelly's attention was again focused on her driving I said, "There are several reasons that I want you to date other men. We both know that I'm a masochist. I get a huge thrill from the pain of knowing that other men are enjoying your body. I also enjoy the humiliation of being your cuckold." I smiled at Kelly. "And of course the fact that you date other men while I'm required to remain completely faithful to you is, in my mind, the ultimate demonstration of your total domination of me."

My wife glanced at me and smiled. "That last reason gets me very excited."

I chuckled. "It gets me excited too."

I took a deep breath. "All of those reasons are important, but they all pale when compared to the major reason."

"What's the major reason?" Kelly giggled. "I mean all of the ones you just listed seem pretty good to me." She winked at me. "Especially that last one."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm trying to be serious."

"Sorry." Her expression became very serious. "What's the most important reason?"

"It's actually very simple. I love you. I know how much sex means to you and I know how much you enjoy a variety of partners. Because I love you, I want you to have that pleasure." 

"Timmy I've never said this to you, but I really do love cocks."

I chuckled. "That's not a very well kept secret."

Kelly stuck her tongue out a me. "Hush! Now I'm the one who's trying to be serious."

"Sorry."

She sighed. "What I'm trying to tell you is that I love them. I adore them, I think about them all the time. I don't care if they're hard or soft, big or small, or circumcised or uncircumcised. I don't care what color they are or how old their owners are. I just love them. The first time I ever saw one I knew that it was special and I've been crazy about them ever since." She chuckled. "Some women love to raise flowers, others love to cook. I love to play with cocks. Encountering a new cock, a cock that I've never seen or touched before is an indescribable thrill for me. Timmy I can't explain it and from the first moment that I discovered this passion I've felt guilty about it, but I can't help it. It's almost like an addiction for me. I love cocks and I want to touch, feel, play with, suck and get fucked by as many of them as I possibly can."

Kelly shook her head, "I called it an addiction, and maybe it is; but is it a harmful addiction? It doesn't hurt me and it doesn't hurt the men I'm with." Suddenly she stopped. After a moment she quietly said, "But I fear that it does hurt the man I love." 

She took a deep breath. "But I need variety. I crave variety. When I meet a new man everything is an adventure. I revel in the color and texture of his skin, the way he smells, the taste of his cock and the taste of his cum. Some men are more dominant in bed, others are more submissive. Some of them have firm, well developed muscles, others are soft. Some guys have big cocks some of them have little cocks; but it doesn't matter, I think all of them are fun."

She glanced over at me, "Timmy does that make me a whore?"

I shook my head. "No, not in my mind. It just makes you a woman who has a passion for sex. You're right, it doesn't hurt either you or the men your with." I paused and looked at Kelly. "I do think there is one very important detail that you have to consider. It doesn't hurt your partners as long as they understand why you're sharing their bed. It's important that all of them understand that you're just having fun with them. They need to know that there isn't any chance at all for them to establish a relationship with you." 

Kelly nodded. "That's why the job at JTandR was so wonderful. It was purely business and fun and everyone knew it."

I touched Kelly's knee. "A minute ago you said that you fear that your appetite for sex hurts the man you love." 

I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm that man, and I assure you that as long as I know about what you're doing, it doesn't hurt me." I smiled at her."So it seems to me that as long as everyone knows that it's just for fun, it doesn't hurt anyone at all." 




Courtesan Ch. 08



Kelly smiled back at me. "I definitely married the right man.

For a moment we rode together in silence. Finally I turned to my wife and said, "Kelly there are a couple of questions that I have to ask you. The first one may seem trivial to you, but it's extremely important to me. I expect that you will find the second one to be very difficult."

Kelly sighed, but then she nodded and said; "Yes, I know you're right. We have to do this. Go ahead, I'll tell you anything you want to know."

I took a deep breath. "Tell me about the weekend of the Superbowl. That was the first time I began to worry that I was losing you. Do you remember that weekend?"

"Yes, I remember it very well. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that weekend." She looked at me. "Timmy I'm so sorry about what happened."

"It's okay, I'm all done being angry with you. I just want you to tell me about it."

"Timmy, when I think about it, I'm not so sure this is a good idea. It might be better if you never hear about some of the things I've done."

I shook my head. "No, if our marriage is going to work, we can't have any secrets. If we do, it won't be long until you start hiding things from me again."

"No! I promise I won't do that."

"Think about it Kelly. It will be perfectly innocent at first. It might be a very handsome man who gets you really hot. A guy like Chris. You discover that you have a little crush on him. It's nothing major, just a passing fancy. You start seeing him once or twice a week, but you decide that it would be better not to tell me. It's just going to be a little fling, but you're not sure I'll understand and you don't want me to make me jealous. It's not long before you have to start lying to me to cover up your dates. Once you've started lying the guilt follows and we've both learned that the guilt soon turns into anger."

"Timmy, I'll never have a crush on anyone but you."

I smiled at her. "Kelly honey, can you tell me that you didn't have a crush on Chris Kendricks?"

Kelly sighed. "No I guess I can't, but it was just a little one and I never stopped loving you."

I patted her leg. "It's okay, I expect that you will develop an occasional crush on one of your lovers. I suspect that it's probably inevitable. I'm very confident in the strength of our love for each other and I believe that the only way one of these crushes could hurt us is if you try to hide it from me. When it happens you need to let me know. You have to tell me all about him. You can treat me like a girlfriend and tell me all your secrets. You can rave about him and tell me how handsome and sexy he is. You can describe every minute detail of the wonderful sex you have with him."

"Timmy won't that make you insanely jealous?"

"Yes it certainly will, but maybe we could make it into a game. You could get a little sadistic about it and tell me what a great lover he is and how I could never be his equal. You could use him to torture me."

"But Timmy..."

"Kelly we have to rely on the strength of our love."

"Do you promise you won't leave me if I have an occasional romance with another man?"

I laughed. "Yes I can assure you that I will never leave you."

She smiled at me. "I promise that no matter what happens, I'll always come back to you."

"I know."

We both stared at the road in silence. After a moment Kelly said, "Timmy I think there still may be some things that happened while I worked for JtandR that shouldn't be discussed."

"Did you do things that you're ashamed about?"

"No, but I'm afraid you might be ashamed of me."

"But you're not ashamed about anything you did?"

"No it was just sex. Sometimes it got a little kinky, that's all."

"Did anyone ever make you do something you didn't want to do?"

"No, everyone was always very considerate of my feelings, but sometimes I did things that might shock some people."

"You mean like your sisters and your mother?"

Kelly laughed. "Yes like my sisters and my mother."

"Did you enjoy being kinky?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, very much. It made me feel wicked."

"Then I suspect that you're going to want to do some of those things again. Are you going to lie to me when that happens?"

Kelly whispered, "No."

"Don't get you think it's better to just get it all out in the open?"

"Do you promise not to hate me?"

I laughed. "Yes Kelly, I promise."

I paused for a moment and then I said, "Kelly I'm pretty open minded about sex. You're my wife and I'm urging you to brazenly date other men. I'm asking you, no begging you to cuckold me. I just finished giving you permission to sadistically torment me with the details of a love affair you might have with another man. Over the past year I've allowed you to gradually turn me into your personal slave. That's pretty kinky, I think it might shock a whole lot of people."

My wife took a quick glance at me. "Do you really see yourself as my personal slave? I mean full time, for real."

Suddenly my entire body started tingling. I quietly answered, "Yes, I think I do."

"Timmy, that makes me so hot. My pussy is dripping wet."

"And my little penis is very hard." 

I thought for a moment and then I smiled and said, "Think about this. If I really am your slave, then I actually don't have the right to judge your behavior. You're my superior. You're free to do anything you want and if you like, you can rub my face in it after you've done it."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy you really are just as kinky as I am."

"Yes, that's true. I am just as kinky as you are, so there really isn't any reason that you shouldn't tell me about all the wicked things you did while you worked for JtandR."

Smiling, Kelly nodded and said; "Okay, I'll start with the Superbowl weekend."

Kelly took a minute to think and then she quietly said, "The Wednesday morning before the Superbowl I was in Martin Jackson's office giving him a blow job." 

She looked over at me. "It's okay for me to tell you things like that, isn't it?"

I smiled. "Yes, in fact I want you to tell me things like that."

She nodded. "After I made him cum I stood up and started getting dressed." Kelly glanced over at me. "Martin always liked me to be naked while I was sucking his cock. Usually I did a little strip tease for him before I started his blow job."

I laughed. 'I'll bet that's a pretty hot show."

Kelly grinned at me. "Oh yes, when we get to the house you're going to get a chance to see it for yourself."

I winked at her. "I can't wait."

"Anyway, while I was getting dressed Martin told me that the firm needed me to work that weekend."

She looked at me. "I tried to get out of it, I really did."

I nodded to her acknowledging that I believed her.

"I told him that the Superbowl was a big deal for both you and me. I explained that we had a little tradition for the weekend. We liked to spend Saturday night watching the show about all the parties and on Sunday evening we always ordered a pizza and watched the game together."

"Martin told me that he understood, but he said that this was a very special situation. Four of his oldest and most loyal investors were going to be here for a weekend visit. He explained that he'd told them about the gorgeous new hostess that was working for the firm and they were all excited to meet me."

My wife smiled at me. "He was flattering me and of course you know me. I fell for it. I asked him if the party couldn't be postponed until the following weekend, but as I was saying it I realized that I already knew the answer."

She shook her head. "Martin was extremely patient with me. He took the time to explain the problem. He pointed out that these were all important businessmen with very demanding schedules. Finding a weekend when all four of them could be free was exceedingly difficult. He said that they'd actually planned the party a year in advance. When he told me that, he apologized for not giving me more notice."

"That was nice of him."

"Yes it was. He went on to explain that Wendell, John, the four men who were coming into town and himself were all close friends with some very special common interests. They loved expensive wine, fine French cuisine and beautiful women. He added that all seven of them jokingly referred to themselves as the seven aficionados of fellatio."

She giggled. "Timmy that made me laugh. Martin told me that it was a joke, but he also said that like most jokes, it was based on fact. All seven of them really did love blow jobs. I was well aware of the fact that Martin and John both enjoyed having their cocks sucked." She rolled her eyes. "I should know, I spent several hours a week doing it for them. I also knew that when Wendell was younger he'd loved them too."

I smiled at Kelly. "It also explains why he was so anxious to have you at the party."

She nodded. "That's right and he was very direct about that. He told me that both he and John had been raving about my skill and passion for giving head and all four of their friends were eagerly looking forward to experiencing one of my blow jobs."

I chuckled. "I'm beginning to see where this is going."

"Yes, when Martin wants something he doesn't worry about subtlety when he's asking."

"I assume that you just told him that you'd do it."

"Actually I tried to propose a compromise."

"Really, what was it?"

"I asked him if the party could be held on Saturday night. I knew that they had no intention of watching the football game so it didn't seem like it should really matter and that way I could have been home with you on Sunday night."

"I assume that Martin told you that everything had been set up for Sunday night and the arrangements couldn't be changed at that late date."

"Yes he did say that, but he also gave me an even more compelling reason."

"What was that?"

"He told me that one of the four men was Sam Jacobs. Martin explained that Sam was Wendell Tyler's closest friend. When Wendell was starting his first business forty-five years ago he'd hired Sam to be his accountant. Sam had just graduated from college. Together they built a successful trucking company and sold it for several million dollars. Over the next thirty years they started six more companies and sold all of them for huge profits. After they sold their last business Sam moved to Los Angeles and started a small investment company that services a select group of very wealthy clients there. Wendell of course joined Martin, John and two other men and together they started the firm that eventually became JTandR."

"Okay, why was this a reason that the party had to be held on Sunday night?"

"Because Wendell wanted me to be able to spend Saturday night at the Calvert Hotel with Sam."

"You really like Wendell don't you?"

"Yes, you're my best friend, but Tonya and Wendell are my next closest friends."

"You didn't want to disappoint him, did you?"

"No."

"That put you in a real bind, didn't it?"

"Yes it did."

"So you told Martin that you'd do it."

"Yes, and he told me that if I explained the situation to you he was certain that you'd understand."

"He believed that I knew you were working as a hostess, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"He believed that because that's what you'd told him, correct?"

"Yes."

"So you were lying to both of us."

Kelly sighed. "Yes I was."

I patted her knee. "You really painted yourself into a corner, didn't you?"

She shook her head, "Yes, I really did."

We were both quiet for a moment and then Kelly said, "Timmy I need to say something to you."

"What is it?"

"When I came home that Friday night I was dreading having to tell you that I was going to be gone for most of the weekend. I'm so ashamed of myself when I remember that evening and think about how I acted. I was so mean to you. I didn't know what to do. I had to lie and I hated lying to you. I spent most of that night crying."

"I know, I heard you when I came to bed."

"The next morning you were so wonderful. You made French toast for me and then you actually apologized for pressuring me about my work schedule. Timmy you really are an extraordinary man."

I smiled at Kelly. "I remember that we also had some pretty hot sex that morning."

She giggled. "Yes we certainly did."

"So what happened on Saturday?"

"If you remember, I left at about three o'clock to go to work. I was scheduled to meet Sam and Wendell at eight o'clock for dinner at The Goldenrod Supper Club. All I had to do was stop at the office and change into some sexy lingerie and a cocktail dress. I could have left much later, but you were already questioning why I was going into work so late, so I didn't dare leave any later."

"I do remember wondering about that."

"Anyway, when I got into the office Tonya and Mandy were there. They told me that I was going to be putting on a sex show during the party the next night. Timmy, I'd watched Mandy, Keisha and Tonya all put on shows, but I'd never done one before. They told me that Antoine was going to be there too. I was going to be sucking his cock in front of everyone." 

Kelly glanced over at me. "You remember who Antoine is don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. He's the black guy with the big cock. The man that Mandy's going to have to deep throat tonight."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, that's Antoine." She took a deep breath. "The idea of doing a strip tease in front of seven men and then sucking a guys cock while all of those men were watching got me very excited."

"I'll bet you were feeling incredibly wicked, weren't you."

"Timmy, I really was."

I looked at Kelly. She was obviously getting aroused by her confession. I'd always known that she was an exhibitionist. She's always loved to tease men. Now, as I was learning more about her life as a hostess I was becoming increasingly aware of just how much of an exhibitionist she really was. I smiled to myself. In the future, we were going to be able to play some very exciting games.

Filing that thought in the back of my mind, I said; "Finish telling me about Saturday night."

"I killed a little more time with Tonya and Mandy and then I got dressed, put on fresh makeup and left for dinner. Timmy, Sam Jacobs was a younger version of Wendell." She giggled. "And they're both older versions of you. All three of you are charming and sweet and have a wonderful sense of humor. Wendell and Sam had me laughing all the way through dinner. By the time we were finishing our coffee I was very excited about the prospect of spending several hours playing with Sam in my room at the Calvert."

Kelly glanced over at me. "Timmy I'm sorry I wasn't with you that night, but I have to admit that I really did have a good time."

I smiled at her. "It's okay. I understand what happened. I know you like Wendell and I'm glad that Sam turned out to be nice."

She nodded. "Anyway, we split up when we left the restaurant. Wendell drove Sam to The Calvert and I took my car. You remember that at the Calvert I always met the guy in the room. We never went up together."

"Yes I remember." 

Suddenly Kelly started to giggle.

I looked at her. "What's so funny?"

"Wendell was so cute when we were leaving the restaurant. He pulled me aside and whispered to me that he wanted me to be sure and do a strip tease for Sam. He said that Sam was very shy about sex and he was afraid that he'd never ask for it on his own."

"Did you do a strip for him."

"Of course I did. When I got to the room he was waiting for me inside. He'd already taken off his jacket, tie and shoes. As soon as the door was closed I pushed him down on the bed and slowly removed his shirt and pants. He already had an erection."

My wife smiled at me. "His cock was about the same size as yours. That made me happy."

"Why? I thought you loved big cocks."

"I do, but at that time I was already getting plenty of those. Because of you I have a real soft spot for guys with tiny dicks."

I chuckled. "You just love cocks of all sizes, don't you?"

Kelly laughed. "You know my secret buddy boy."

We took a moment to smile at each other and then she continued. "I pulled off his tee shirt and boxer shorts, fluffed up one of the pillows and told him to lie back and relax. Once he was settled I plugged my mp3 player into the stereo, turned on some music and started to dance for him."

"Stereos? Do the rooms at the Calvert come with stereo systems?"

"By that time I had room 1712. That was the room you followed me to that night. The firm leased the room. One of the reasons they did that was so we could leave some things there. In one of the dressers I had a very nice collection of dildos and vibrators. Some guys wanted a strip tease that was just a little bit more explicit."

"You really do enjoy putting on a show, don't you?"

Kelly took a deep breath. "Yes, I really do."

"So anyway, you were dancing for Sam."

"Yes I was and it was very sexy. I stared into his eyes while I slowly lowered my dress. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. We were both excited. His little cock was sticking straight up and my pussy was already wet. Under my dress I was wearing a half bra, garter belt, nylon stockings and a pair of lace panties. They were all black."

"I'll bet Sam loved your outfit."

"Yes he did. There was a great big smile on his face as I stepped out of my dress and laid it across the dresser and I heard him gasp when I reached back and unclasped my brassiere."

Kelly smiled at me. "Then I teased him Timmy. I held the half cups of my bra over my nipples while I danced for him. He was a shy man and a little submissive. I thought about making him beg to see my tits, but he was Wendell's friend and I really didn't know him very well, so I didn't think that would be appropriate."

I chuckled. "That was probably a good choice."

"When I took off my bra I wrapped it around his penis and stroked him for a moment. That's something that works much better with guys who have bigger cocks, but it was still fun. As I was pulling my bra off of his cock I used it to to gently whip him few times. He laughed nervously while I was doing that so I think he probably did have a little submissive streak."

Kelly glanced over at me and winked. "Submissive men really turn me on."

I grinned at my wife. "Then I must get you very excited, because I'm extremely submissive."

She laughed. "I'm figuring that out. Tonight you're going to be my date, but tomorrow night were going to spend some time finding out just how submissive you really are."

I smiled at Kelly. "Maybe the real question is how dominant are you?"

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she asked, "Is that a challenge?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think it is."

She took a deep breath. "I can't wait for tomorrow night."

I laughed. "All right, let's get focused again. I'm enjoying this story."

Kelly giggled. "You really are a perv."

"Yes I am and so are you and I want you to remember that tomorrow night."

"Believe me buddy boy, I will." 

Kelly was grinning as she watched the road ahead. It had been over a year since I'd sensed a bond between us that was as strong as the one that existed at that moment.

"Okay, so you just finished whipping Sam with your brassiere."

"That's right. After I whipped him I tossed my bra onto the dresser and then I turned and danced in place for him. Timmy, you know what I mean. I stood in front of Sam shaking my tits and wiggling my hips in time to the music. After about a minute I hooked the waist band of my panties with my thumbs and slowly pushed them down to my thighs. Sam gasped when he saw my shaved pussy."

Kelly glanced at me. "Lots of older guys get really turned on by a shaved pussy."

I winked at her. "So do lots of younger guys."

She laughed. "Sam sure loved my shaved pussy. He couldn't stop staring at it and I didn't really want him to stop staring, so I kept dancing for him. While I danced I slowly wiggled my panties down to my ankles and then I kicked them off. Now I was wearing nothing but my garter belt, nylon stocking and high heeled shoes."




Courtesan Ch. 08



"That's a very sexy outfit."

"Sam thought so too."

"What did you do next?"

"I kept dancing for him, but while I was dancing for him I started pulling on my right nipple with one hand while I rubbed my pussy with my other hand."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy I felt like such a wicked slut."

"And you loved that, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did."

"I also like it when you're a wicked slut."

My wife stared at the road. I was certain that she was thinking about what I'd just said. After a moment she started to smile.

A few more seconds passed and then Kelly asked. "Do you want to hear what happened next?"

I nodded. "Yes, very much."

"When I'm entertaining a man at the Calvert, I almost always start out with a strip tease. I've never met a guy who didn't like that. Once I'm down to my nylons and garter belt I keep the music going and give him a lap dance. You know, like the ones the dancers give in strip clubs."

"Yes, I know. Before I met you I went to a strip club with a group of guys in my dorm. Most of them bought lap dances, but I didn't."

"Why didn't you?"

"I was afraid I might cum and mess up my pants."

Kelly smiled at me. I smiled back at her.

"Well if you had bought one, you would have learned that there are rules you have to follow while you're getting your lap dance."

"Yes, I know. I watched some of the other guys get their lap dances. They couldn't touch the dancers with their hands and it looked like the dancers couldn't touch the guy's crotches with their hands."

"Yes, those rules are pretty standard in most strip clubs." Kelly winked at me, "But there aren't any rules governing a lap dance when it's done in the privacy of a hotel room. A guy can touch me anywhere he wants and I can touch him anywhere I want." Kelly giggled. "And believe me, we do."

My breath caught as I visualized my beautiful wife sensuously moving to the heavy beat of a rhythm and blues song while she straddled a handsome man that she barely knew and allowed him to freely explore her nearly naked body.

I looked at Kelly. "Did you give Sam a lap dance?"

"Yes."

"Did you let him play with your tits and your pussy while you were doing it?"

"Yes, he pulled on my nipples and rubbed my clit. He was a good lover. He knew how to be rough with my nipples and gentle with my pussy. It felt wonderful. I let him fondle me for a few minutes and then I leaned over and whispered in his ear that I wanted to suck his cock. He gasped when he heard me say that."

"I'll bet he did."

Kelly smiled at me. "I slipped down his body so that I was lying on my stomach between his legs. Once I was in position I gently bent his little cock back and started licking his balls. Timmy he loved it, but I only did it for about a minute."

"Why?"

"I had him pretty worked up and I wanted to be sucking him when he came."

I nodded. I knew my wife. She loved having a guy cum in her mouth. She'd also given enough blow jobs to know that ejaculating while you're being sucked is an incredible pleasure for any man.

"You were giving him your best blow job, weren't you."

"Yes."

"Did he cum in your mouth while you were sucking him?"

Kelly grinned at me. "Of course he did."

"Were you able to get him hard again, or was that the only time he came?"

Kelly laughed. "Timmy you really are enjoying this, aren't you."

I nodded.

Still grinning, Kelly said; "Yes, I did get him hard again. In fact I was able to coax two more erections out of him."

"Did you let him fuck you?"

"I told him that he could, but he didn't want to. He just wanted me to suck his cock. The third blow job lasted for over thirty minutes. It was really fun."

Kelly smiled. "After I finished giving him his last blow job we cuddled on the bed. Sam was a very sweet man. After a little while he told me that he was tired and wanted to go back to his room. He put on his clothes and thanked me. I gave him a long slow kiss and then he left. As soon as he was gone I got dressed. I had to wait for a few minutes before I left the room. When I was done entertaining a guy, I was always careful to make sure that no one would see us leaving the room together."

"Yes, you mentioned that earlier today."

Kelly sighed. "It was after 1:00 AM by the time I finally got home. You were sound asleep. I felt so guilty when I saw you lying in our bed. I'd left you all alone on a Saturday night while I was out partying with another man. I'd had a wonderful evening, but when I got home and saw you I couldn't enjoy the memory of it. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. while I was in the shower I cried."

I patted my wife's leg. "Wouldn't it have been wonderful if you could have woke me up that night. I would have loved to have been able to lick your pussy while you told me every little detail about your date."

Kelly smiled. "It would have been just like it was when we were in college." She shook her head. "Timmy I screwed things up so badly."

"Kelly that's all over now. We given each other a fresh start. The next time you go out on a date, you are going to wake me up when you get home and you are going to tell me every little detail."

"Will you be licking my pussy while I'm telling you?"

I slowly nodded. "The entire time."

Kelly giggled. "I can't wait."

For a moment we rode together in silence and then Kelly said; "The next morning you let me sleep in."

"Yes I did. If I remember correctly it was almost noon before you got out of bed. Once you were up you got dressed very quickly and rushed off to work."

Kelly nodded. "I couldn't face you. I was afraid I might start crying. By that time work was starting to become a refuge for me."

"A refuge?"

"Yes, when I was with you at home I was constantly forced to lie and be deceitful. I was overwhelmed with guilt about what I was doing. I had to be incessantly on guard to make sure I didn't slip up and get caught in a lie. When I went to work I could relax and be myself."

"I'm surprised that you didn't divorce me."

"I would never do that. I love you Timmy. I can't bear the thought of going through life without you."

I smiled at Kelly. "Well it's over now. You can relax. You won't ever need to lie to me again."

While Kelly was smiling back at me her expression suddenly changed. In a voice filled with alarm, she said; "Oh dear I almost forgot. I have to call the Goldenrod and make a reservation for dinner." As she was opening her purse she glanced at the clock on the dashboard of her Mercedes and turned to me. "It's 7:40 now, do you think we can make it to the Goldenrod by nine?"

I shook my head. "No problem."

"Remember, you're my date tonight. We have leave enough time so I can give you a blow job right before we go."

I laughed. "That won't take long."

Kelly giggled. "You're right it probably won't."

She opened her purse, took out her cell phone, pushed a button and waited. Apparently the Goldenrod Supper Club was on her speed dial.

After a moment she said; "Good evening, this is Kelly Mason." There was a pause and then she said, "Thank you, I'm fine. John, I'd like to make a reservation for dinner tonight at nine o'clock." She paused again. "No tonight it will be for two. Thank you John, I'll see you at nine."

Kelly turned off her cell phone. As she was putting it back into her purse she turned her Mercedes onto our street. "Timmy I'm afraid you're going to have wait until were on our way back downtown to hear the story about the Superbowl party."

"I can do that."

She pushed a button above her rear view mirror. Our garage door opened. Kelly pulled her car into her garage stall. As soon as the car stopped she pushed the dashboard button that popped the truck lid and opened her car door. 

"Come on Timmy, we have a big night ahead of us."

I grabbed the shopping bags from the trunk while Kelly got her dress out of the back seat. We went into the house and carried everything into the bedroom. I set the bags on the floor next to Kelly's dresser while she hung her dress in the closet. 

As soon as everything was done Kelly turned to me and said, "Get your clothes off. We can shower together." She giggled. "If you wash my pussy, I'll wash your cute little pee pee."

I laughed as I started unbuttoning my shirt. "Now that's an offer I could never refuse."

Showering with Kelly is always a wonderful pleasure. Her milky white skin, full round breasts and soft curves make washing her an erotic adventure. Generally when we're in this situation I'm bathing my wife. It's an act of loving submission and when I'm done bathing Kelly I have to bathe myself. She is a goddess and goddesses don't attend to their servants. 

On that evening it was different. That night Kelly and I were equals. We took turns washing each other. It was fun. We played with each other, fondled each other and teased each other. We never stopped giggling. After we were done bathing we wrapped large fluffy bath towels around ourselves and took turns patting each other dry.

As soon as we were both dry we went into the bedroom. As Kelly started sifting through the bags of lingerie she said, "Timmy tonight you are Mr. Timothy Jamieson, an affluent businessman and investor. You should wear your blue blazer, gray flannel slacks, a white dress shirt and your burgundy and navy striped tie."

She pulled a pair of pale yellow lace panties out of one of the bags and tossed them to me. "You may be a big time investor, but underneath it all you're still my little pussyboy. Even tonight the edict still stands, no more men's underwear for you. Baby doll from now on, it's strictly panties."

I laughed as I caught the panties. "I guess tonight you'll have to call me Mr. Pussystud."

Kelly grinned at me. "That's very good, now get into your clothes Mr. Pussystud."

I nodded and started getting dressed. As I was dressing I noticed that Kelly had selected a black lace half bra and matching garter belt. A pair of black lace bikini panties and pair of black nylon stockings. 

Once she was done putting on her lingerie my wife sat down at her makeup table and began applying her makeup. As soon as I was dressed she said, "Timmy why don't make two martini's and bring them into the den. When I'm ready I'll join you there.

Apparently Kelly had a plan for this game we were playing and I didn't see any reason to not go along with it. I grabbed my blazer, left the bedroom and went into the kitchen to make the martinis. Once they were ready I brought them to the den along with the evening newspaper and waited for Kelly. 

I had just finished reading an article about Sunday's NFL games when the telephone next to my chair rang. 

I picked it up. A voice on the other end said, "May I please speak to Mr. Timothy Jamieson." It was Kelly. She must have been calling on her cell phone. I smiled. She really was going to show me how her dates worked in Las Vegas.

I answered. "This is Timothy Jamieson."

"Mr. Jamieson, my name is Melody Charles. I represent JTandR. It's my understanding that we have an appointment for dinner tonight."

"Yes Ms. Charles I believe we do have an appointment. I've been looking forward to meeting you all day."

"Mr. Jamieson, I'm down in the hotel lobby. May I come up to your room?"

"Yes Ms. Charles, please do."

"I'll see you in a moment."

I hung up the telephone. A moment later there was a knock on the den door. "Mr. Jamieson, it's Melody Charles."

I opened the den door and gasped. Kelly was absolutely stunning. Her long blond hair was carefully styled and tied back in a very loose pony tail. Her makeup, particularly her eye shadow and lipstick was just a little heavier than usual. She was wearing a gold necklace around her neck with a matching pair of gold earrings and bracelet.

All of this was incredible, but it was her dress that actually took my breath away. It was the dress that I'd seen in her overnight bag on the afternoon she'd returned from Las Vegas a little over a week ago.

It was a black cocktail dress covered with sequins, but that wasn't what made this dress remarkable. This dress may very well have been the sexiest article of clothing I'd ever seen my wife wear. It was low cut. I mean extremely low cut. Kelly's large breasts seemed to pour out of the top of the dress and it just barely covered her nipples. It was also short, very short. The hem of the dress just reached the the tops of her nylon stockings. 

Kelly walked into the den and kissed my cheek. "Mr. Jamieson, I'm Melody Charles, please call me Melody. May I call you Tim?"

I shook my head. "I prefer Timmy. Please call me Timmy."

"Very well Timmy. I see you have two martinis on the table. Is one of them for me?"

"Yes, I thought we might have a cocktail before we go down to dinner."

She smiled. "How nice, I just love having cocktails with a handsome gentleman in his hotel room."

I picked up the two martinis and handed one of them to my wife.

She smiled and held up her glass. "A toast." 

I held up my glass. Kelly seductively stared into my eyes. "To an evening of pleasure and satisfaction."

We clinked our glasses and then each of us took a sip of our cocktails. As I rolled the vodka over my tongue I wondered how many different men my wife had engaged with that particular toast during the past several months.

Kelly set her glass down and then she took mine from my hand. As she set it down next to hers she said, "Timmy you are a remarkably handsome man. Would you mind if I kissed you?"

I smiled. "No, I wouldn't mind at all."

Kelly put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. It quickly turned into a very passionate kiss. As my wife's tongue pushed it's way into my mouth I felt her right hand drop to my crotch. I gasped as she began to massage my erect penis."

Kelly broke off her kiss, but she kept rubbing my erection as she whispered in my ear. "You seem to have a lot of tension down here. I'm very good at relieving tension. Why don't we go into the bedroom so I can help you relax a little before we go down to dinner."

My wife took my hand and led me across the hall to our bedroom. When we were standing next to the bed she affectionately stroked my cheek and said, "Timmy why don't you take off your jacket and your shoes and make yourself comfortable on the bed."

I kicked off my shoes. While I was removing my blazer Kelly was fluffing up two pillows for my head. She was being very attentive. It was exciting. I lay down on the bed and rested my head on the pillows. As soon as I was comfortably positioned she sat down next to me.

She rested her hand on my knee and looked into my eyes. "Timmy sometimes I like to be a very naughty girl. I particularly enjoy being naughty when I'm with a handsome man like you."

She slowly moved her hand up my thigh towards my crotch. "I want you to think about all those naughty little things that you secretly dream about. 

Kelly moved her hand onto my cock and balls. As she massaged me she said, "I love to make men happy."

She reached up and slipped her left breast out of the top of her dress. I was amazed at how easily it popped out. She picked up my hand and guided it to her exposed nipple. "Timmy I have large breasts and it gets me very excited when a strong man like you plays with them."

While I fondled her nipple my wife slowly unbuckled my belt, unfastened my trousers and lowered my zipper. I was excited, very excited. Kelly was good. She was demonstrating an amazing ability to arouse a man. At that moment I was truly impressed with her skill. I felt a sense of pride. My wife was indeed a master of the art of seduction. 

She reached into my open fly. As Kelly slipped the front of my yellow panties down I started to chuckle.

She looked up at me. "What's so funny?"

I grinned at her. "I was just wondering how many of your dates wore yellow lace panties."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Be Serious. If you keep fooling around I'm going to switch places with you and make you lick my pussy and ass until I have a nice sweet orgasm. After that, I'll leave you here to clean the house while I go to dinner at the Goldenrod." She leered at me. "I'm quite certain that in this dress I won't have any trouble finding a very handsome man who would be more than willing to be my dinner partner." She shook her head. "And I doubt that he'll laugh while I'm sucking his cock."

I smiled at her. "Kelly honey, you're so beautiful that you could go to The Goldenrod with your hair in curlers wearing nothing but an old bathrobe and you'd still find a host of men who would be eager to be your dinner partners."

Kelly burst out laughing. "Timmy Jamieson, you make me laugh. That's one of the ten million reasons that I'm so madly in love with you."

She took a moment to regain her composure and then with a very stern expression she said, "Now get serious. I want you to enjoy this. Take a deep breath and get back to being Mr. Timothy Jamieson the affluent businessman."

"All right."

Kelly waited a second and then she said, "Are you ready now?'

"Yes."

"Good."

Kelly carefully took my erect penis out of my panties and held it in her hand. "Timmy, you have a beautiful cock. It's so proud and firm." She smiled at me. "Would you mind if I kissed it?"

I shook my head. "Not at all."

I stopped fondling Kelly's nipple so that I could watch with undivided attention while she leaned over and kissed the head of my erect penis. After she kissed it she rubbed it against her red painted lips and then my breath caught as she parted those provocative lips and enveloped my tiny erection in her warm moist mouth.

Kelly looked up at me. For a moment she didn't do anything else. She just gazed at me with my cock in her mouth. She was smiling. Her smile gave me the impression that she was enjoying this even more than I was. I remembered Tonya's blow job earlier that afternoon. She'd given me that same feeling. This reinforced my earlier assumption. Their ability to make a man believe that they enjoyed giving him his blow job every bit as much as a he enjoyed receiving it, was one of the qualities that made Tonya and my wife artists at fellatio.

For a moment Kelly allowed me to relax and enjoy the pleasant comfort of her mouth, but then she started sucking me and that all changed. The sweet feeling of relaxed comfort turned into a sensation of intense pleasure. There was nothing grand or elaborate about this blow job. I knew that it was simply intended to be a preview of coming attractions. Nonetheless, my wife was very good at giving head and even in this sneak peek, she was demonstrating her skill.

This time I lasted a little longer than I did with Tonya, but it was still only about a minute before I felt that tingling sensation building in my loins. I just closed my eyes and relaxed. I knew my wife. She wanted me to cum in her mouth.

When she felt me start to ejaculate Kelly kept sucking me. It really is quite an incredible feeling to have a woman suck you while you're cumming.

After I was done cumming, Kelly kept sucking me. She didn't stop until my cock was completely limp. 

When she finally took my shrinking penis out of her mouth she kissed the head and looked up at me. There was a big smile on her face. "That was just a little preview of what's in store for you tonight. When we get back from dinner I'm going to suck your cock again and then when you're nice and hard I'm going to let you fuck me."

I laughed and teasingly said, "I'll bet you say that to all the boys."

Kelly giggled at my joke and then she winked at me and said, "Actually I do."

She sat up and then she pulled me up. I repositioned myself so that I was sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. 

She kissed me. It was just a quick peck on the lips. "Did you enjoy that baby?"

I chuckled. "Of course I did. What a wonderful way to start and evening out. Would you like me to do you now?"




Courtesan Ch. 09



This is the ninth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.






We got into Kelly's Mercedes and headed back downtown. As soon as she pulled her car onto Jackson Street she turned to me and said, "Are you ready to hear about the Superbowl Party?"

I smiled at her. "I'm all ears."

"When I arrived at the office, both Tonya and Mandy were already there. Martin Jackson had sent Tonya out to buy clothes for all four of us. Each of us had a cocktail dress and a matching set of lingerie that included a brassiere, panties, garter belt, nylon stockings and shoes. Tonya's outfit was black, mine was scarlet, Mandy's was baby blue and Keisha's was pale yellow." 

Kelly glanced over at me. "They told me that after dinner all four of us were going to do a striptease and then we would be spending the rest of the evening wearing nothing but our garter belt, nylon stockings and shoes. When I heard that I got very excited. Timmy, I've discovered that I'm a fervent exhibitionist. I love it when I know men are looking at me."

"It makes you feel wicked, doesn't it."

My wife laughed. "You're getting to know me much to well."

"All right, so all of you had new outfits and after dinner you were going to dance for these men. Tell me more."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she sighed. "Timmy, I don't exactly know how to say this."

She paused again. 

I looked at her. "What's the matter?"

"I feel so guilty when I think about that night."

"Why, what happened?"

"Nothing all that bad. I mean after my strip tease I ended up giving a lot of blow jobs, but you probably already guessed that."

"Yes I did, so what's the problem?"

"Timmy I know that night was special for us. I was supposed to be at home with you. I feel like I should have hated every minute of that party." Kelly's voice got very quiet. "But I didn't hate it and that makes me feel awful." She looked over at me. "Timmy, it turned out to be one of the most exciting nights of my entire life. I feel terrible that it didn't involve you and I feel even worse that while I was having so much fun I was cheating you out of a night that was important to you."

I shrugged. "It's okay. The super bowl was always a fun night for us, but it really wasn't all that important. I mean it wasn't like you were missing our wedding night or our first wedding anniversary." I smiled at her. "Actually, I'm pleased to hear that it was a memorable experience for you. Just relax and tell me about it."

"I feel like I should downplay everything that happened. I don't want to make you feel bad."

"You won't. You had a good time. There's nothing wrong with that. Tell me about it. I want you to share the experience with me. Kelly I want you to share all of these experiences with me."

"I wish you could have been there Timmy."

"Thank you that's very nice; but when you think about it, that's probably never going to happen. I doubt that these rich businessmen are ever going to want to include me in their parties."

"Well I don't work for JTandR anymore, so I don't think they'll be including me in their parties either."

I laughed. "I guess that is true; but you still have your memories and you can share those with me. I can enjoy the party vicariously. Don't worry, I won't get upset."

"Okay."

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "Timmy these guys were all very rich and they spent a fortune on this party. I think I told you that they were wine connoisseurs. Each of them brought three bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne from their private cellars."

She stopped and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'd better start at the beginning. Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and I arrived Eagle Lake at 4:30. The men were due to arrive at 5:00. When we got there the house was in a flurry of activity. There were strange people everywhere. The men had hired a fancy New York restaurant called, Aventure79 to cater the party. That morning, the entire kitchen and wait staff and all the food had been flown in from New York by a private jet."

"That must have cost a fortune. I'm beginning to understand why this turned out to be such a n incredible experience."

"For cocktails they had a bar set up with an assortment if single malt scotches."

"Do you even like single malt scotch?"

"Not really, but it was still fun to try it. I gathered that all of the different brands were very old and extremely expensive. While we were having cocktails the caterers served appetizers. They had these little croissants that were filled with cream cheese and crab or lobster. They were fabulous." 

"There was a huge flat screen television mounted on one of the walls in the parlor. It was tuned to the football game, but I don't think anyone was watching it. Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and I sure weren't. We were too busy flirting with all the men and they seemed like they were enjoying every minute of it."

"I'm sure they were."

"When dinner was served I was seated between Sam and Wendell. They were so nice and the dinner was amazing. There were at least seven courses. They served soup, pasta, fish and beef. Every course had a different wine. Timmy the men discussed every bottle of wine. Some of them cost over five hundred dollars."

"I'll bet those wines didn't come in a box."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Will you please be serious." Then she giggled. "No forget I said that. I don't ever want you to be serious. I love your jokes."

"Don't worry, I won't be."

Kelly flashed me a grin and then she continued. "After dinner we moved back to the parlor for dessert. The caterers served coffee, cognac, champagne and some wonderful little hand dipped chocolates."

"Knowing you, I'm sure that you loved the chocolates."

"I did. I ate several of them. Anyway, while we were eating dinner someone had moved seven leather love seats into the parlor and arranged them in a semicircle."

"They turned the room into a little theater."

"Yes, that's exactly what they did. I was sitting on one of the love seats with this man named Everett. He was in his fifties. He was handsome and very interesting. He liked to travel and he'd been all over the world." My wife giggled. "While we were talking I was thinking about how much fun it was going to be to suck his cock a little later in the evening. 

That made me chuckle. 

Kelly smiled at me and then she said, "Everett told me to try eating a chocolate while I was sipping some cognac. Timmy that's a wonderful combination. We have to do that some night."

"I'd like that."

"Anyway, Everett was telling me about a trip he'd taken up the Amazon River when Martin walked to the center of the semicircle of love seats. He announced that the evenings entertainment was about to begin and then he sat down on his love seat. I looked around. Mandy was sitting with a bald headed man in his mid sixties named Lawrence and Keisha was sitting with small slender man who looked to be about the same age as Lawrence, only he had a full head of gray hair. His name was Brandon." Kelly giggled." Keisha had her hand on Brandon's crotch. She can be really forward."

"I would guess that Brandon didn't mind."

Kelly laughed. "No, I'm sure he didn't. I decided that if Keisha could do it so could I."

"You mean you started playing with Everett's cock?"

"Yes and he had a nice big one and it was very hard."

"I'll bet that really made you want to suck it."

My wife glanced over at me. There was a playful smile on her face. "Listen to you. You really get off on the fact that I love to give blow jobs, don't you."

"Is that new information for you?"

Kelly shook her head. "No I guess it isn't." And then she started to laugh. "You're going to love the rest of this story."

"I already love this story. Right now my cock is just as hard as Everett's was that night."

"Already? I just gave you a blow job."

"I guess your story is a pretty good aphrodisiac for me."

My wife giggled. "I love being married to a man who gets an erection when he thinks about me sucking another guys cock."

I laughed. "We seem to be very well matched."

Kelly winked at me. "Okay cuckboy, pay attention."

"I'm all ears."

"The big screen television on the wall was tuned to the football game, but suddenly it changed and started showing a video of Tonya sucking Antoine's cock. At the same time a stereo began playing Wilson Pickett's song, "In The Midnight Hour" and Tonya walked into the room and started dancing."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, watching a woman do a strip tease in front of a big screen TV that's playing a video of her sucking a huge black cock is pretty hot. All the men kept shifting their eyes back and forth from Tonya to the television screen behind her."

Chuckling, I said; "I'm sure that everyone was very attentive."

"You'd better believe it. When Tonya took off her dress all of us clapped and cheered and when she took off her bra we all did it again, but we were even louder."

"Those dignified old businessmen cheered?"

"Yes they did, but when she pulled her panties down and showed them her shaved pussy, they got very quiet. The music was the only sound in the room. After she was finished with her dance, Tonya walked over to Sam, handed her panties to him and then sat down and gave him a long hot kiss on the lips."

"It was turning into a very wild party."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, but it got even wilder."

"What happened next?"

"The television changed to a video of Mandy sucking Antoine's cock and an Otis Redding song started playing. Mandy kissed Lawrence on the cheek and told him that she had to go to work, but she'd be back as soon as she was done. She also stripped down to nothing but her garter belt, nylons and shoes. As soon as she was finished she went straight back to Lawrence, handed her panties to him, sat down and gave him a big kiss."

"Did you or Keisha go next?"

"Keisha, I was the grand finale."

"That must have made you feel good."

"It really did. It was the first time I got to be the star of a show."

"I assume Keisha's dance was just like Tonya's and Mandy's."

"Yes it was."

"Tell me about your dance."

"Timmy I was so nervous. When it was my turn I kissed Everett on the cheek and told him I'd be right back and then I walked out to the center of the room. The television was playing a video of me sucking Antoine's cock. It felt funny to be standing in front of a group of strange men while a video playing behind me showed me on my knees completely naked with a guys cock in my mouth."

"Yes, I can certainly understand how that might be a bit disconcerting."

Kelly nodded. "But I like to dance and I'd stripped for enough men by then that I was pretty comfortable about it. As soon as the music started I relaxed "

"What music did they play for you?"

"Aretha Franklin's Dr. Feelgood."

"A nice choice."

"You know how much I love Aretha Franklin and that song is so slow and sexy. It gave me a real opportunity to do a little teasing during my dance."

"Tell me about your dance."

"All right. My dress had spaghetti straps and zipped in the back. I danced for a minute and then I reached back, lowered the zipper, slipped the straps off of my shoulders and let the top of my dress fall to my waist."

"But you were still wearing a brassiere."

"Yes, a little half bra that just barely covered my nipples."

I took a deep breath. Kelly heard me and smiled. "That cocktail dress is still at the office, but I think that later tonight I can do a pretty sexy strip for you in the dress I'm wearing right now."

I laughed. "I have no doubt about that."

"I danced in my dress and bra for a minute and then I turned around so the men could all see me unclasping my brassiere. As soon as it was unfastened I put my hands on the cups to hold it in place and turned back around."

My wife glanced over at me. "Timmy it was so hot. Those men couldn't take their eyes off of me. My pussy was already soaking wet."

"You get a big thrill out of stripping in front of a group of men, don't you."

"Yes, I really do. I already told you that one of the things I learned about myself while I was working at JTandR is that I'm a dedicated exhibitionist." Kelly laughed. "I'll probably still be flashing men when I'm an old lady.' She glanced over at me. "Timmy can you imagine what I'll be like when I'm eighty. I'll be dropping coins on the sidewalk so I can bend over and flash my wrinkled old butt at a group of hot young college guys."

"You won't have to drop the coins."

"What do you mean?"

I winked at my wife. "I'll be there dropping them for you."

We both burst out laughing.

After a moment I said, "Okay, so you were holding the cups of your brassiere over your breasts while you danced."

"Yes, and I was acting like a real brat. I was teasing the men unmercifully. I'd let one of the cups slip so that I was just barely exposing a nipple and then I'd pretend to get embarrassed and quickly cover it up again."

"I don't think that makes you a brat, but you were certainly acting like a coquette."

Kelly giggled. "A coquette, I like that. It sounds so much nicer than brat."

I chuckled.

My wife stuck her tongue out at me and then she laughed and continued her story. "After I teased the men for a little while I pulled my bra away and tossed it to Wendell."

"You're good friend."

"Yes, and as soon as he caught my bra I danced to the front of the semicircle of love seats so that all the men had a very good view of me and then I bent over and slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up to my waist."

"You were still wearing your panties?"

"Yes I was, but not for long. Once I had the hem of my skirt gathered around my waist I started wiggling my butt in time to the music while I slowly pushed my panties down my legs. I pushed them all the way down to my ankles. Timmy, it was unbelievably hot. I felt so naughty. My entire body was tingling with excitement."

"I'll bet you weren't the only person in the room who was excited."

Kelly laughed. "No, I'm sure I wasn't."

"What happened next?"

"After I'd given every man in the room a nice long look at my naked rear end I stood up, kicked my panties off and turned around." Kelly giggled. "I couldn't resist the opportunity to quickly flash my shaved pussy at the men before I let my skirt fall back into place."

I smiled at Kelly and then I said, "So now your breasts were fully exposed and your were naked under the skirt of your dress."

"That's right and there was about a minute and a half left in the song, so I used the time to dance for each of the men. While I danced for them I raised the hem of my skirt and gave them a very close look at my naked cunt."

"I'll bet that made you feel wicked."

"Timmy, I was so turned on. At that moment it took every bit of self control I had to keep from touching myself"

"What stopped you? I mean there really weren't any rules at this party."

"I was afraid that I'd have an orgasm. If I'd been lying on a bed and it had been a sex show I wouldn't have been in the least bit concerned about cumming in front of those men." She shook her head. "But this was a dance. I didn't want to lose control in that situation."

I nodded. "I understand."

"Just before the end of the song I let my dress drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and then I danced in front of the men wearing nothing but my garter belt, nylon stockings and high heeled shoes."

I grinned at my wife. "Now that's a sight I wish I could have seen."

Kelly reached over and patted my knee. "I wish you could have too; but don't worry, I'll dance for you tonight." She giggled. "And when I flash my pussy at you, I'll let you kiss it too."

"How about when you flash your ass at me?"

Kelly glanced at me for a moment and then she started laughing. "You are a perv."

I nodded vigorously. "Yes I am."

My wife giggled. "Me too."

We smiled at each other. After a moment Kelly said, "I have to tell you what happened next." 

"Okay, what happened? Tell me."

"When I went to pick up my dress and my panties I noticed that none of the men were watching me any more. They were all staring at something behind me. I was curious about what was attracting their attention so I turned around to look. It was Antoine. He must have just come into the room. He was completely naked and he had an erection."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, when he's naked Antoine is really quite spectacular. He's tall, at least 6'5". He played basketball in college and he has that slender, well muscled body that's so common among black basketball players."

Kelly laughed. "I already told you that he has a big cock, but you can't really appreciate what that means until you've actually seen it. When it's erect his cock is an imposing sight. It's long. It's not extraordinarily thick, but it's amazingly long. I've never measured it, but it has to be at least a full foot and it could very well be more. It also has this wonderful upward curve."

Kelly glanced over at me. "Timmy, do you know what I'm talking about? When men with big cocks are aroused it's very common that their erections will curve upwards." She giggled. "They kind of remind me of an angry snake rearing it's head back while it hisses at everything around it. Those cocks are really fun to suck."

"So I would imagine that you enjoy giving Antoine head."

My wife took a deep breath. "Oh yes."

"What did you do?"

"I glanced over at Tonya. She nodded to me. Before the party, she and Mandy had warned me that I was going to have a surprise that night and apparently this was it. I assumed that I was supposed to give Antoine a blow job while all of those men watched."

"You did say to me me earlier that they'd told you that you were going to be the star of the show that night."

"Yes, but I thought that just meant I'd be doing the final strip tease."

"Were you nervous?"

"Not really, but I was wildly excited. Timmy I was so hot that I had goose bumps all over my body.

"I'll bet you were feeling very wicked too."

Kelly giggled. "I really was."

"Tell me what happened."

"I laid my dress and panties on the edge of Wendell's love seat and walked over to Antoine. I wrapped my right hand around his great big dick, put my left arm around his neck, pulled him to me and kissed him full on the lips. Behind me the men all started to clap and cheer."

Kelly glanced over at me. "After a moment I broke off the kiss and stepped back, but I didn't let go of Antoine's cock. I kept a tight hold on it. We grinned at each other for a moment and then I said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, Is there anything I can do for you big boy?. I guess I was trying to mimic Mae West."

Obviously very excited, Kelly paused to take a deep breath and then she continued. "Antoine gave me this macho stare and said, You know what I want. As he said those words he put his hands on my shoulders and very gently pushed me to my knees."

Kelly's voice got quieter. "I held Antoine's cock in both of my hands. I was so excited that my entire body was shaking. Timmy, counting the waiter and the bartender there were at least a dozen people watching us. When I leaned forward and kissed the head of Antoine's cock I heard a collective gasp behind me. That got me even more excited."




Courtesan Ch. 09



Kelly glanced over at me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what she was telling me. I smiled at her.

That smile reassured her. She continued. "Antoine nudged my shoulder and we both rotated our positions slightly. He wanted to be sure that all of the men had a good view of what we were doing from where they were sitting. Once we were settled I pushed Antoine's huge cock back and started licking and kissing his great big balls. The men all clapped again and that turned me on even more."

Laughing, Kelly said; "Timmy I was so hot that I couldn't bear to waste another second. All I wanted to do was suck that beautiful black cock. I pulled Antoine's erection back down, licked the shaft a few times and then I put that magnificent monster into my mouth. By that time I was on fire. I didn't care who was in the room. All of my attention was focused on Antoine's wonderful erection."

My wife sighed. It was obvious that this memory was very exciting for her. After a moment she said, "I don't really know how long I sucked Antoine. It was probably only a minute or two. Tonya and Mandy came over and intervened. Tonya tapped my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. As I stood up all the men clapped and cheered. Mandy grabbed Antoine's erect penis and used it as a handle to lead him out of the room. I later learned that she took him to her privacy room and got him off."

"Privacy room?"

"Yes, both Eagle Lake and Evergreen have them. The two houses are actually huge old mansions. Both of them have an enormous amount of space. JTandR bought the houses so they could use them to hold parties, sex parties. Both houses have sleeping spaces on the upper floors, but the main floors are used exclusively for entertaining associates. Immediately after buying the houses they did extensive renovations to both of them. One of the renovations was to create six private rooms near the parlor in both houses. These rooms are just large enough for a double bed and a small table." 

Kelly smiled at me. "Timmy, they're private sex rooms."

I nodded. "I assumed that was their purpose. What happened next?"

"After that, the tone of the party changed. Tonya led me over to Everett and asked him if he'd be interested in visiting one of the private rooms with me. Of course he was, so I led him off to my privacy room."

"You each had your own privacy room?"

"Yes, it was easier that way. When you opened the door to a room you didn't have to worry that someone else might already be in there."

"That makes sense."

"Everett was fun and he did have a big cock. He really appreciated his blow job. When I sensed that he was getting close to cumming I stopped and offered to let him fuck me, but he said no. He explained that they called themselves the aficionados of fellatio for a reason and on that night they were all indulging their passion for that particular pleasure."

I laughed. "It must be nice to be fabulously wealthy."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know, I suspect that lifestyle could get very old very quickly." She giggled. "But it would be fun to try it for a while."

I looked at her. "But you did try it for a while.'

She nodded. "Yes, I guess I did."

"Are you sure you're ready to leave it?"

My wife stared at me for a moment and then she asked, "Do I have a choice?" 

"I'm not sure were ready to address that question quite yet."

She sighed. "Yes, you're right."

"Tell me what was happening when you and Everett returned to the party."

"Everyone had moved into the library."

"The library? Why the library? Did they all want to read 'Moby Dick'?"

Kelly laughed. "No, but I'm sure they all would have loved to watch one of us suck Moby's dick."

I shook my head. "And you called me a perv."

"Sorry."

I laughed. "Don't be, actually I loved the joke. It was just silly enough to appeal to my warped sense of humor."

Kelly grinned. "Timmy I have so much fun when I'm with you."

I sighed. "I just wish I was better in bed."

"You're pretty good with your tongue."

"Yes, but I don't think that's not enough for you."

My wife was quiet for a moment and then she said, "No, I don't think it is; but Timmy, I also don't think that it probably matters."

"What do you mean?"

"You recognized it earlier. I crave variety. Even if you had a cock as big as Antoine's, I still think I'd want to date other men."

We were both silent. After a moment Kelly said, "Timmy, be honest with me. If you want me to be faithful to you, I'll try. I really will."

I didn't even have to think about my answer. I just smiled at Kelly and said, "No, I don't. Kelly, men are you passion. I want you to be free to enjoy as many of them as you want. "

There was a pause and then Kelly whispered; "Thank you, I promise to always love you and put you first."

"As long as you promise to tease and torment me a little bit too, that will be enough for me."

Kelly giggled . "That's a promise."

I smiled at her and then I asked, "Okay, so why did the party move into the library?"

"Martin, John and Wendell loved to play craps. There was a full sized craps table in the library. They actually sent one of the business analysts to a school in Las Vegas so that he could learn to be a croupier."

"When you play craps I thought you were playing against the house?"

"That's true."

"Doesn't that mean that when Wendell, John and Martin are playing, they're playing against themselves?"

"I guess it sort of does, but not really."

"I don't understand."

"JTandR is the house. Martin, John and Wendell are playing with their own money." Kelly shrugged. "Besides these are extremely wealthy men and they're not really playing for all that much money. Winning or losing is what's important to them."

"How much do they play for?"

"They bet in increments of three hundred dollars."

I smiled. "That's a lot of money to you and me, but I suppose it really isn't to them. Why three hundred dollars? That's an odd amount. Why not five hundred or two hundred?"

"Do you know how to play craps?"

"I sort of know what the game looks like, but I really don't know how to play it."

"Some night we'll find a craps game on the computer and I'll show you."

"Do you know how?"

"Of course I do. Over the past several months I've spent many evenings watching my dates play craps in Las Vegas. I've also watched plenty of games at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"Have you ever played yourself?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, gambling doesn't do much for me." She giggled. "Sex is my vice, but I've rolled the dice lots of times."

"How could you do that?"

"In craps the dice get passed from player to player. When they got passed to my dates it was fairly common for them to ask me to roll for them. I guess a lot of guys get off on having a hot blond roll the dice for them at a craps table."

I smiled at my wife. "You've led a very exciting life for the past year, haven't you."

Kelly sighed, "I'm sorry Timmy."

I reached over and patted her thigh. "You don't have to apologize. Were past that." I paused for a moment and then I said, "But I am a little worried about something."

"What's that?"

"I'm afraid you're going to miss the exciting life you were leading while you were working as a hostess."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid I will too."

We were both quiet. After a moment I said, "Tell me about the rest of the party."

"At first Keisha, Mandy, Tonya and I just circulated among the men while they played craps. All four of us were wearing nothing but our garter belts, nylons stockings and high heels. We'd put our arms around the guys and rub up against them while they played. Occasionally a man would drop out of the game and ask one of us to take him to a privacy room and give him a blow job."

Kelly glanced over at me. "The champagne was flowing pretty freely and as the evening progressed the party got wilder and wilder. The men started fondling us while we stood next to them at the table. I was standing next to Everett when the dice were passed to him. He handed them to me and then he actually fingered my pussy while I rolled for him. "

I laughed. "That must have added a little excitement to the game."

"Timmy it was crazy. I held the dice for several minutes. That's a good thing in craps. It generally means that everyone at the table is winning money. When I finally rolled a seven I handed the dice back to Everett. John was standing next to Everett, so Everett had to pass the dice to him. Keisha was standing with her arm around John's waist. As soon as John took the dice from Everett he handed them to Keisha, but she didn't roll them. Instead, she rubbed them in her pussy, handed them back to John and told him that she'd rather entertain him while he rolled the dice."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "Keisha got down on her knees, took John's big cock out of his pants and started sucking him right in front of everybody."

"I'll bet that loosened up the party."

"It certainly did." Kelly giggled. "I wasn't about to let her out do me so I got down on my knees, took Everett's cock out of his pants and started sucking him."

I laughed. "The privacy rooms didn't get much more use that night, did they."

"No they sure didn't. After that, we all started giving the guys blow jobs while they were playing. As soon as we got a guy off we'd move on to the next guy." Kelly looked over at me and grinned. "I got to suck Wendell's cock. It was so much fun. He'd taken some Levitra before the party started so I was able to get him hard. He has a cute little cock. It's just a tiny bit bigger than yours. Timmy I love sucking a little cock. I can take it all the way into my mouth without having to put it down my throat. That makes it much easier for me to use my tongue while I'm sucking it."

She winked at me. "When we get home tonight I'll show you."

I chuckled. "I'd be very interested in a detailed demonstration."

Kelly giggled. "I'll bet you would."

We both smiled at each other for a moment and then I asked, "How much longer did the party last? I mean these were older men. The four of you had to be wearing them out."

"The guys started getting tired around midnight. They were all staying at Eagle Lake that night, so they slipped off to bed one by one. John and Martin were the last ones to go to bed. It was about 1:00 when they finally went upstairs."

It was after 3:00 when you finally got home. What did you do after the men went to bed?"

"The four of us had been doing a lot to get the guys off, but no one had been doing anything to get us off. Antoine was still there. After the men went to bed, the five of us decided to have a little party of our own."

"Tell me about it."

"We went back to the parlor. There were still some embers burning in the fireplace, so we stoked it up with wood. Once we had the fire roaring again we started to play."

Kelly looked at me. "Have I told you that Mandy is submissive?" 

"Maybe, I don't actually remember."

"Timmy she's even more submissive than you are." Kelly giggled. "After I start dating again I'd like to have a little dinner party with Keisha and Tonya. We'll each get a date and you and Mandy can be our servants."

My breath caught when I heard Kelly's idea.

She noticed my reaction and laughed. "I guess that suggestion made your little pecker pop up."

I started blushing.

"Timmy, would you like to see me with another man?"

I nodded. "Yes, very much."

Kelly grinned. "Baby we're going to have so much fun."

I grinned back at her and then I said, "Tell me what happened when you started to play. That little tidbit about Mandy being even more submissive than I am has piqued my curiosity."

"Perv!"

"That's already been established and I might point out that this is a classic case of the pot calling the kettle black."

My wife burst out laughing. "Yes it certainly is."

"So are you going to tell me about your little party or are you going to make me die of curiosity."

"All right. We took turns. Antoine is actually quite amazing. He not only has a huge cock, he can fuck for a really long time." Kelly glanced over at me. "I mean a really really long time and he can cum without losing his erection. We had Antoine and Mandy lie side by side on their backs in front of the fire. Tonya straddled Antoine's hips and slipped that big cock of his into her cunt. At the same time I sat on his face. Antoine loves to eat pussy."

Taking another quick glance at me, Kelly said; "It isn't because he's submissive, believe me he's not. I think it's because he's very sexual. He loves the taste of a woman's cunt."

I nodded. That made sense to me.

"So I was sitting on Antoine's face while he and Tonya were fucking. Next to us, Keisha straddled Mandy's face and made her start licking her asshole. Timmy, Keisha loves having her ass licked. She's always making Mandy do it to her." 

Kelly winked at me. "I'm certain that you and Keisha would enjoy spending some time together."

I grinned at her. "Yes, we seem to have a common interest."

Kelly laughed. "Oh yes, you most certainly do." 

"What happened after that?"

"About every five minutes Keisha, Tonya and I rotated positions."

"So Mandy licked your asshole that night."

Kelly turned and looked at me. There was an expression of concern on her face. "Timmy, does that upset you? I'm sorry if it does."

I shook my head, "No I'm okay with that now. I was just asking because it excites me that she apparently likes to lick your ass just as much as I do."

The expression of concern on Kelly's face disappeared. She took a moment to think about what I'd just told her and then she said, "You'd like to meet another sub, wouldn't you Timmy."

"Yes, I think I would."

"That makes sense. It certainly helped me to get to know Tonya, Keisha and Mandy." She giggled. "We're all sluts."

I laughed. "Mandy's lucky, she gets to be in two groups." 

I paused for a moment and then I looked at Kelly and said, "Nobody did anything for her that night. I mean Antoine was getting to fuck the three of you and you were getting fucked and getting your pussies and asses licked, but no one was doing anything for Mandy."

In a surprisingly matter of fact tone of voice, Kelly said; "She's a sub. If she gets to cum it won't happen until the rest of us are all well satisfied. When you start playing with us, you'll be treated exactly the same way."

That statement and Kelly's dispassionate manner took my breath away. Barely able to contain my excitement, I quietly said; "I understand. I know my proper place and I accept the fact that my needs and desires are of little importance to my superiors, Their needs and desires are all that matter."

Kelly stared at me. After a second she smiled and said, "I think that in the very near future, I am definitely going to have to host a little dinner party at our house."

My wife's use of the pronoun I rather than we made my entire body shiver with excitement. I was about to ask her to tell me more about her idea for this dinner party when we turned the corner and I saw the Goldenrod Supper Club ahead on the right. 

Kelly pulled up to the curb in front of the main entrance of the restaurant, shifted her Mercedes into park and said, "We're here."

As soon as I saw the attendant walking around to open Kelly's car door I realized that she was planning to use valet parking. I nervously whispered to her, "This is kind of extravagant. Don't you think we should be parking the car ourselves?"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "Not tonight, tonight you're an associate and associates always go first class."

I laughed. "I'm glad we're not flying to Paris tonight. We'd have to spend the rest of our lives trying to pay for it."

Kelly winked at me. "Don't worry, if we ever find ourselves in dire need of money, I just happen to excel at an extremely lucrative business that ."

"Yes, but that particular business can also get you arrested."

Kelly patted my knee. "It would be your job as my pimp to keep me out of jail."

I vigorously shook my head. "No that's an even worse idea."

She laughed. "I'm just teasing you baby."

As I sighed with relief, Kelly grinned at me and said; "We both know that I'd have to get a gigantic black man who wears lots of bling to be my pimp." 

I stared at her with a horrified expression. 

Kelly clapped her hands together and giggled like a school girl. 

As I was rolling my eyes in exasperation, the valet opened Kelly's car door. "Good evening Ms. Mason. Welcome to The Goldenrod."

Kelly stepped out of her car. I noticed that she'd left the keys in the ignition. "Good evening Jeff, how are you tonight?"

"I'm well Ms. Mason, thank you for asking." 

I got out of the car. 

As Jeff was handing Kelly a claim ticket she said, "Jeff, this is my husband Tim Jamieson."

Jeff looked at me for a moment and then he smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jamieson. I have to tell you that you're the envy of every man at The Goldenrod."

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to Jeff's comment, so I simply said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too Jeff."

He nodded to me and then he got into Kelly's Mercedes and drove it away.

I opened the front door to the restaurant, held it for my wife and then I followed her through. 

The lighting inside the Goldenrod was very subdued. A doorway on our right led to a bustling cocktail lounge. It was filled with a number of what appeared to be affluent businessmen. There was a coat check on our left.

I whispered to Kelly, "Would you like me to check your wrap?"

She shook her head. "No thank you, it's a little chilly in here. I think I'll keep it around my shoulders right now."

The maitre 'd station was straight ahead of us. A middle aged man dressed in a dark gray business suit was standing behind it. As soon as he saw Kelly he smiled. "Good evening Ms. Mason. I was so pleased when I saw your name on this evenings reservations list. We've missed seeing you at the Goldenrod."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you John, it's very kind of you to say that. John, I would like you to meet my husband, Tim Jamieson."

John bowed his head politely and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jamieson and I must say that you are a very lucky man to be married to a woman as kind and beautiful as Ms. Mason."

Kelly blushed at his comment.

I nodded to him. "It's a pleasure to meet you too John and yes, I do consider myself to be a very lucky man."

Kelly laughed. "The two of you are certainly a pair of accomplished flatterers."

All three of us chuckled and then John picked up two menus and a wine list and led us to our table. He pulled Kelly's chair out and held if for her while she sat down. Once she was seated I sat down in the chair to her left. John placed the menus in front of us, set the wine list in the middle of the table and then, bowing politely, he said; "Tonight your server will be Michael."

As soon as he was gone a bus boy appeared and poured a glass of water for each of us. A moment later a man in his early thirties dressed in a white shirt and tie approached our table. 

"Good evening Ms. Mason, how are you to night?"

"I'm very good Michael, how are you?"

"I'm fine thank you. It's nice to have you back with us." 

"Thank you Michael, it's nice to be back."

"Can I get you something from the bar?"

Kelly smiled. "I'd like a vodka martini with a twist of lemon."

Michael nodded and looked at me. "Sir?"

"I'll have the same thing."

"Very good. I'll give you a moment to peruse the menu while I get your cocktails." Michael turned and left.

As soon as he was gone I looked at Kelly and said, "You're very well known here."

She shrugged. "They should know me, for the past three months I've been eating dinner here at least two nights a week."




Courtesan Ch. 09



"You've been living very well."

Yes, being a hostess definitely has it's perks."



Courtesan Ch. 10



This is the tenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

Michael, our waiter, brought our cocktails. As soon as he set them in front of us he asked, "Are you ready to order?"

Kelly smiled at him. "Michael can you give us a little more time?"

"Of course, I'll check back in a few minutes."

My wife picked up her menu. As she opened it I had an idea that caused my penis to twitch. I didn't pick up my menu, instead I watched Kelly. 

After a moment she glanced at me and noticed that I wasn't reading my menu. She set hers down and said, "Michael will be back in a moment. I think we'd better decide what we want to order for dinner."

I smiled at her. "I think it would be more appropriate if you to ordered for me."

Kelly stared at me for several seconds and then she asked, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

"You are the dominant partner in our marriage. I don't see any reason that I should be allowed to make any decisions on my own."

My wife took a deep breath. "Timmy that's one of the most exciting things you've ever said to me, but baby, tonight you're supposed to be my date."

I shrugged. "It's our game. I think we should be able to play by any rules we choose."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know. This is supposed to be your night. Timmy I feel very guilty because I've done some things for other men that I've never done for you and I want to try to make that up to you tonight. Baby I promised you a really hot strip tease and I also want you to fuck my ass tonight."

"We can still do all those things."

"I don't know, being dominant arouses me. Once I get started it's hard for me to turn it off again."

I chuckled.

Kelly looked at me. "What's so funny?"

"That may be one of the most exciting things you've ever said to me."

Kelly's breath caught. "Oh my." She leaned forward and whispered, "Timmy I'm starting to get wet."

I shrugged. "We have lots of time. If we don't get to all of those things you want to do tonight, it just means that we have to do them on another night."

"Are you sure about this? It might be a little embarrassing for you."

"I'm hoping it will be."

Kelly giggled. "I'm glad I made you wear those panties tonight. Since you were going to be my date I almost decided not to do it."

"I'm glad you did. I'd much rather play a game where I'm your pussy husband than one where I'm your date."

"Timmy I wish I could make you get under the table and eat my pussy right now."

"That might get us thrown out of here and banned from ever returning. Since you seem to like this restaurant, I think we'd better try to be a little discreet."

"You're right, but when we get home, you are going to give me some serious head."

"I can't wait."

Suddenly we both noticed Michael approaching our table. 

Kelly whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded. 'Yes I am."

"Is a small steak okay?"

"That would be great."

Michael looked at us. We were whispering and giggling like two small children planning to pull a prank on their older brother. He politely asked, "Have you decided?"

Still giggling, Kelly nodded. "Yes, I'll start with a Caesar salad and then I'll have a small fillet and the garlic mashed potatoes."

Choosing to ignore her silliness, Michael maintained his decorum and asked; "Very good, how would you like your steak prepared?"

"Medium rare will be fine."

"Would you like anchovies on your salad?"

"No thank you."

Michael looked at me. "Sir?"

Grinning, Kelly answered for me. "Michael, my husband will have the same thing; a Caesar salad and a small fillet with a side of the garlic mashed potatoes."

Michael looked puzzled for a moment and then he quickly collected himself and turned to Kelly. "Very good madam." He looked back at me. "How would you like your steak done sir?"

"My husband will also have his steak medium rare." There was now a bit of an edge to Kelly's voice. She was playing her role perfectly.

Michael noticed Kelly's pique and politely said, "Yes Madam, of course. Would your husband care for anchovies on his salad?"

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, would you like some anchovies tonight?'

I answered in a very submissive tone of voice. "Yes dear, that would be very nice."

Kelly turned to the waiter. "Michael you may put a few anchovies on his salad."

Michael bowed and said, "Will there be anything else Madam?"

"Yes, I'd like another vodka martini." Kelly glanced over at me. "Timmy, would you like another cocktail?"

"Yes please."

"My husband will also have another vodka martini. Oh and Michael we'd like a bottle of the Australian Syrah with our dinner."

"Yes madam, I'll put in your dinner order right away and then I'll bring your cocktails and open the bottle of wine."

Kelly smiled. "That will be fine Michael."

He turned and left. As soon as he was gone Kelly turned to me. "That was fun." She was grinning. 

Suddenly her expression changed. In a serious tone of voice she asked, "Timmy is this just a game, or would you actually consider making it into lifestyle?"

I thought for a moment. Kelly was asking me a serious question and I wanted to give her a serious answer, but I had to hesitate. Her question was complicated. It was a question that couldn't be answered with a simple yes or no. My gut feeling was that it was a question who's answer would evolve over time. Still, I wanted to give Kelly some kind of a response so I said, "I'm not sure. I'm certainly fascinated by the idea of making it a lifestyle, but I don't think I know what that would actually mean. I am certain that I'm not willing to surrender complete control over my life, but I have to admit that the idea of serving you is both extraordinarily exciting and very appealing to me."

I placed my hand on top of Kelly's and looked into her eyes. "Right now, we still have a couple of other issues left to resolve. Once we've settled those questions and were back into a regular domestic routine, I would be willing to explore your question a little further."

Kelly nodded. It was clear that she understood the depth of her question.

Michael brought our second round of cocktails and opened up the bottle of syrah so that it could breath. 

As soon as he was gone I said, "In some ways it already is a life style for us."

"What do you mean?"

"You're free to party with other men, I'm not allowed to see other women."

"You got to lick Tonya's pussy this afternoon."

"All right, I'll qualify that. You get to play with any man you choose. If I have sex with another woman it's only with your expressed permission."

Kelly giggled. "That seems like a pretty good system to me."

"Actually it does to me too; but right now, that's beside the point."

"Oh all right, go on."

"I already do most of the housework and we both like to joke about you being the husband and me being your wife." 

I smiled. "I suppose that a lot of twenty-first century women would take offense at the suggestion that being a wife is a submissive role. When you and I are joking about our positions in our marriage, I think we're referring to the traditional roles of a dominant husband and submissive wife that were once taken for granted. That's why our little restaurant game is so much fun. In the past, some husbands did make it a practice to order for their wives when they were dining out."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "I suppose the real question is, are we going to start using other terms to describe the roles that have already been established in our marriage. Putting a name on something can often significantly affect it's character."

"Give me an example."

"Let's use this situation. It's very subtle when you call me your wife, but it becomes much less subtle if I become your servant and what happens if we choose the word slave?"

Kelly's breath caught when she heard the word slave. She took a moment to think and then she quietly whispered, "Would you ever consider becoming my slave?"

"The idea excites you doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"It excites me too, but that's a question that's going to require a great deal of discussion and we still have several other issues to resolve first."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, of course you're right."

We both took a sip of our cocktails. There was a moment of comfortable silence and then Kelly said, "I believe that you have one more question to ask."

"Yes."

"Are you sure you want to ask it?"

"Yes, I'm positive that I do. In fact, I want to phrase it even more directly than I did earlier. Today, when we first got together, you told me that while you were working for JTandR you did some things that you were afraid would make me hate you if I found out about them. I hope that you now understand that I could never hate you. I also don't believe that you've done anything that I would even consider to be wrong."

I smiled at Kelly. "I want to be sure that you're never again afraid to tell me about anything that you've done or are about to do. Tonight, at this table, I want to end those concerns forever. I want you to tell me about the most outrageous thing you did while you were working for JTandR. The word outrageous was chosen carefully. You may shock me, but I don't believe that you're capable of doing something that would make me hate you. I love you Kelly, and I have faith in you and now I ask you to have faith in me. Please trust me, I will never stop loving you."

Kelly slowly nodded. "I do understand what you're trying to do and I think you're right. I need to do this. I don't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid that you're going to find about something I did in the past."

She took a deep breath. "All afternoon and evening this question has been in the back of my mind. I've been trying to decide which party I would tell you about. If you'd like, over time, I'll tell you about all of them. I don't want to have any secrets from you ever again, but tonight I just need to tell you about one."

Kelly's voice was barely a whisper. "This party took place at Evergreen about two months ago. It was an overnight party. We were entertaining three middle aged men from New Jersey. They'd made a fortune buying and redeveloping condemned real estate in Manhattan. Martin and John were trying to persuade them to invest a sizable sum of money in a corporate buyout they were organizing."

"Martin told Tonya, Keisha, Mandy, Antoine and me that they needed us to put together a very hot night for these guys. He said that they had a thing for anal sex and S&M. They'd shown them pictures of us and I was the one that all three of them wanted."

Kelly shrugged. "I was flattered, but I was also a little scared. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine all told me not to worry. They assured me that they would all be there and they wouldn't let anything bad happen to me."

"Timmy, all four of them were such good friends. I'm going to miss them so much." Kelly sighed. After a moment she said, "We flew down to South Carolina on a Wednesday morning. The party was going to be held that night. John, Martin and Wendell went with us. We met the three guys on Wednesday afternoon. They were big burly dark haired men. They looked like gangsters. Tonya was sure they were connected to the mob."

Kelly laughed. "We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around the pool. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and I took our bikini's off and sun bathed nude. They loved that. At the end of the afternoon I took them one at a time into a pool side cabana and gave each of them a blow job." My wife giggled. "They were very appreciative."

I laughed. "I'll bet they were."

"Timmy, once I got to know them I realized that they were actually pretty sweet guys."

"Looks can be very deceiving."

"Yes they can."

"What happened next?"

"We had a wonderful steak dinner. Timmy, the party I told you about earlier included a very fancy catered dinner, but the usual food at Eagle Lake and Evergreen is always excellent."

"That doesn't surprise me. John, Martin and Wendell seem to be very adept at entertaining their business associates."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, they certainly are."

"Tell me what happened after dinner."

"We moved into the parlor. Eagle Lake and Evergreen are both old mansions and they have very similar layouts. Everyone including Tonya, Keisha and Antoine made themselves comfortable and then I did a strip tease for the entire group."

"What happened to Mandy?"

"Timmy she's a sub. She had to kneel in the corner."

I looked at my wife. "If I went to one of these parties that's what would happen to me, isn't it?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, once Martin and John realized that you were submissive they would never let you sit with the rest of us."

I took a deep breath. "You have no idea how much that idea excites me."

Kelly shook her head. "No Timmy, I really don't. Once in a while I can enjoy being submissive to a dominant man." She winked at me. "Or a woman."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly continued. "But it's only a game to me and in fact it's a game that starts to bore me very quickly. Baby my preference is definitely to be a top. Being on my knees doesn't really thrill me. I find it much more exciting to be sitting in one of the chairs."

Grinning at her, I said; "It's a good thing we found each other. While you're sitting in that chair, I always want to be kneeling at your feet. I seem to be the ying to your yang."

Kelly giggled. "Yes you are and when we get home I'm going to make you lick both my ying and my yang."

That made us laugh.

Michael brought our salads and poured a glass of wine for each of us. We were both hungry so after he left we focused on our food and ate in silence. 

Once Kelly had finished about a third of her salad she looked up at me and said, "Maybe I do have a similar kink."

I stared at her. Her comment puzzled me. 

"You know, to your submissive masochism; your desire to surrender power, serve me and subject yourself to pain and humiliation for my pleasure."

I shook my head. "Wow, it sounds really bad when you put it like that."

Kelly giggled. "Well it's not. In fact, it gets me pretty excited. I mean I don't have to understand it to enjoy it." She winked at me. "And believe me, I do enjoy it."

I grinned at her. "That little admission just made my tiny dicklet twitch."

My wife raised her eyebrows. "Dicklet? What a delightfully descriptive word. I think that might just have to become one of my pet names for you." She thought for a moment and then she said, "Yes, it does have a very nice ring to it and it would be a wonderful way to torment you." She looked at me with a malicious smile. "What do you think Dicklet, do you like your new name."

I sighed in resignation. "Does it matter?"

"Not at all, in fact it almost makes it more fun if I know you don't like it."

I laughed. "You certainly do have a wicked streak."

Kelly grinned at me. "Yes, I do." She paused for a moment. "Timmy you do remember that if you really don't want me to call you Dicklet, you can always say check."

I nodded. "Yes, I do remember and I find it very reassuring that you're concerned enough to remind me."

"Baby, I do get a thrill out of humiliating you, but a large part of that thrill comes from knowing that you're enjoying it."

I nodded to Kelly and then I added, "I also remember that Tonya gave me another option."

"Another option?"

Yes, I was supposed to use it if I was actually getting a masochistic thrill out of the humiliating and demeaning way I was being treated. If I remember correctly I think I was supposed to say something like this; "Please Ms. Mason, I beg you not to call me demeaning names like Dicklet, especially here in the restaurant where other people might overhear you."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Are you just reminding me about that option or are you choosing to make use of it?"

I stared into her eyes and repeated my statement. "Please Ms. Mason, I beg you not to call me demeaning names like Dicklet, especially here in the restaurant where other people might overhear you."

Kelly took a deep breath and said, "This is certainly turning out to be a very exciting dinner." And then she smiled. It was a menacing smile. "Isn't it Dicklet."

I quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, it really is."

Michael brought our steaks. The salads had taken the edge off of our appetites, but we were both still hungry. For a few minutes we focused our attention on our dinners. Kelly had done an excellent job of ordering. My steak was tender and perfectly prepared and the garlic mashed potatoes were outstanding.

After consuming about a third of my steak and potatoes I set my fork down and looked at my wife. "You told me that you had a kink that might help you understand the thrill I get from being a submissive masochist."

Kelly set her fork down, took a sip of wine and nodded. "Yes, I enjoy it when a very powerful man makes me act like a slut."

"Isn't that a form of humiliation?"

"I don't think so. To me if feels more like he's pushing me to overcome my inhibitions so that I can explore the full depths of my sexuality."

"Give me an example.

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "Sometimes Martin used to make me act like his little slut. He even liked to call me his little blond slut."

"And you enjoyed it when he did that?"

"Yes, very much. It made me feel wicked and shameless ." Kelly smiled. "Sometimes he'd have me take off all my clothes, sit on this big leather chair in front of his desk and masturbate for him while he talked to business clients on the telephone." 

Kelly stared at me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what she'd just told me. 

I tried very hard not to appear shocked. In a very matter of fact voice I said, "Did that excite?"

"Oh yes."

"I imagine that it appealed to the exhibitionist in you."

"Yes it did, but it's much more than that. I get a thrill out of doing things that make me feel lewd and salacious just like you get a thrill out of pain and humiliation. I don't think either of us can explain why these things excite us, but I also don't believe that it matter. It should be enough to simply say that they do excite us."

I smiled at my wife, "I agree, but sometimes I still feel ashamed about being a submissive masochist."

She nodded. "And sometimes I feel ashamed about being a slut."

I sighed. "We are the products of our culture and our culture condemns those behaviors"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "People are eager to condemn both of us because we want to choose life styles that are contrary to what they consider to be an appropriate and moral way to live."

"When you say, people, are you really referring to your sisters and mother?"

Kelly sighed. "Yes, I suppose that I am, but I think it goes further than that. Their attitudes simply reflect the uptight moral standards of our entire community. I don't see anything wrong with being a slut. So what if I used to masturbate for Martin while he was talking on the telephone. We both got a kick out of it. Why should anybody care?"

I nodded.

"And why should anyone care if you get a thrill from serving me a glass of wine, kissing my feet or hearing me call you demeaning names?" Kelly shrugged. "Just because I don't find that exciting, doesn't mean I have the right to condemn you because you enjoy it."




Courtesan Ch. 10



I smiled at Kelly. "I agree, our behavior doesn't affect anyone else's life. If I choose to allow you to lovingly humiliate me and inflict harmless pain on me, or if I reject the normal role of a male in our society and instead elect to live as a submissive husband to my dominant wife; that really isn't anyone else's business. " 

Kelly smiled back at me. "If I choose to take advantage of my dominant position and openly in engage in uninhibited sexual behavior with other men, society will brand me as a slut or a harlot. What gives society the right to do that?"

"A harlot? I like that." I winked at Kelly. "I'm married to a harlot."

She giggled. "And I'm married to a pussy wimp." 

"Yes you are."

We both grinned at each other. After a moment I said, "All right harlot, how about telling me some more about the party with the three land developers from New Jersey. If I remember correctly, everyone had just finished dinner."

"Certainly little Dicklet, I would love to tell you more of the story about your naughty slut wife and the three big studs from New Jersey."

I laughed. "Naughty slut wife stories are my favorites."

"Then you're going to love the rest of this story because your wife gets very very naughty."

I took a deep breath and then I quietly said, "Please tell me."

Suddenly Kelly started to smile at me, but this wasn't a warm caring smile, this was more of a menacing, malevolent smile. "Dicklet, are you sure? This is a story about rough tough men and the way they play with women like me. It might be kind of upsetting for a sweet little sissyboy like you. I wouldn't want to tell you a story that might make you have naughty dreams tonight."

I immediately realized what Kelly was doing and I answered in my most submissive tone of voice. "Please, Ms. Mason, if you tell me the story, I promise I'll do anything you want when we get home tonight."

My wife raised her eyebrows. "Really? Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

"You licked Tonya's ass this afternoon, but it's been a long time since you've licked my ass. It's feeling very neglected right now. If I tell you my naughty story, you have to promise that when we get home tonight you'll strip down to your panties, get on your hands and knees and crawl across the room like a good little puppy dog so that you can lick my asshole."

"You're getting very creative."

"You know how I just told you that the thrill I get out of acting like a dirty nasty slut helps me understand the enjoyment you get from being a submissive masochistic wimp?"

"Yes."

"Well that isn't the only reason I can understand your masochism." My wife smiled at me. "I also happen to love dominating you. I'm discovering that I have a very wicked sadistic streak. Tormenting you and humiliating you gets me very wet."

I laughed. "You are a perv."

"So are you."

"Isn't it wonderful."

"Oh yes."

"Are you going to tell me the rest of the story?"

"Are you sure you can handle it pussyboy?"

"Yes, I think I can."

"All right, after we finished dinner we moved into the parlor and I did a strip tease dance for everyone. Timmy, men are so goofy. These guys had spent the two hours before dinner staring at me while I paraded around the pool stark naked, but it didn't seem to matter. The moment I started stripping all three of them kept their eyes glued on me like they were school boys seeing a woman take her clothes off for the very first time."

"You do happen to have a very gorgeous body."

Kelly smiled at me. "You're sweet."

"Well I may be sweet, but in fact I'm also telling the truth. You have an absolutely stunning figure."

"Apparently the guys from New Jersey agreed with you. When I pulled my panties down they couldn't take their eyes off of my pussy."

I laughed. 'I'm married to you. I've had an up close and personal relationship with your pussy for almost four years now and when you're walking around the house naked, I still can't stop staring at it."

"You're a perv, you're just obsessed with female genitalia."

"That is true, but you do have a particularly attractive pussy."

"I'm sorry baby, but now you're going too far. A pussy is just a pussy."

"Kelly honey, that is not true and you happen to have been blessed with what some men consider to be the Cadillac of pussies."

"What do you mean?"

"Sweetheart, you have what is commonly known as a camel toe."

"That sounds rather crude."

"I'm sorry, it's not meant to be."

"All right then, enlighten me. What is a camel toe?"

I laughed. "You mean I know something about sex that you don't know?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Only in the juvenile world of school boy sex terms."

"Okay, I deserved that."

"I'm waiting, what is a camel toe?"

"It means that the cleft of your pussy extends further up your pelvis than most women's does."

"Are you saying I have a big cunt?"

"No, I'm saying you have a long cunt."

"And men find that attractive?"

"Some men find it to be hypnotic."

"Are you one of those men?"

I took a deep breath. "Oh yes and I'm guessing that the guys from New Jersey were too."

My wife smiled. It was clear that she was pleased by this new discovery. She looked at me. "I do have a long cunt. In boy terms I guess that makes me well endowed."

"For girls, I think that may actually have more to do with the size of your clitoris."

"But I also have a big clit."

"Yes you do."

"So I guess I am well endowed."

I laughed. "Yes, I guess you are."

Kelly leered at me. "I have a big clit and a camel toe and you have a little dicklet and tiny balls. Do you think that might be part of the reason that I sit in the chair, while you kneel at my feet?"

I didn't actually think that my wife's logic would stand up to even a perfunctory analysis, but as a submissive masochist I got a huge thrill out of the spirit of her assertion, so I quietly said, "Yes Ms. Mason I believe that you are probably correct."

Kelly giggled.

I grinned at her for a moment and then I said, "All right, you took your panties off and the guys from New Jersey were all staring at your gorgeous pussy."

"You mean my perfect camel toe pussy."

"Yes, your perfect camel toe pussy." I laughed. "My comment seems to have gone to your head."

"Oh yes it certainly has, and I think that was a good thing."

I was beginning to wonder if I was married to Gracie Allen. Cautiously, I asked, "Why do you say that?"

"It helps justify my penchant for having sex with lots of different men."

"Would you care to elaborate on that?"

"Of course I would. I was actually hoping you'd ask."

I shook my head. I was afraid that was going to be Kelly's response.

"You see Timmy, I already knew that I had killer boobs. Everyone's been telling me that since I was fifteen. And ever since I was a little girl men of all ages have loved my naturally blond hair. By the time I was a teenager every boy I knew wanted to have sex with me. Now I find out that I not only have the hair and the boobs of a sex goddess I also have a perfect pussy."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy, you have to admit that it really would be an affront to nature if I didn't share my body with as many men as I possibly could."

I started to laugh."

Shaking her head, Kelly said, "I'm not done yet."

"Please go on."

Kelly stared at me. There was a definite twinkle in her eyes. "Dicklet, I'm not sure that your taking my explanation seriously."

I grinned at her. "I'm not sure you are either."

She winked at me, but then she said; "The problem is, you're not absolutely certain that I'm not and that scares you."

Suddenly my mood became much more serious. I looked at Kelly and said, "No, you're wrong about that. I do know that you're kidding. I know you much too well. You're not a narcissistic person. Nonetheless I think you may have inadvertently touched on an issue that should be a concern for us."

"What's that?"

"You used to talk about it when we were still in college. Kelly, you are gorgeous. You have beautiful blond hair, the face of an angel and deep blue eyes that are capable of mesmerizing any man who happens to gaze into them."

Kelly started to giggle, but she stopped herself and in a tone of mock seriousness said, "Please go on."

I chuckled. Despite my attempt at being serious, we were both having fun with this. "You do have an incredible body." I stared at the cleavage pouring out of the top of heer low cut dress and said, "Your large breasts stir the soul of every healthy adult male who sees them and as I pointed out a moment ago, you have a perfect pussy."

"What about my ass? You didn't mention it. Does that mean it's mediocre?" Kelly could barely contain her laughter. 

"No I intend to tell you about that as soon as we get home tonight. My plan is to deliver a stirring oration about the beauty of your glorious back side while I'm licking your asshole."

Kelly started to giggle again. "I want to say it, but I can't. It's too stupid."

"Go ahead, if you don't I will."

She shook her head and said, "Okay buddy boy, here it comes. I guess that will make your speech a tongue in cheek monologue."

We both burst out laughing.

After a moment I reached out and took my wife's hand. "I still think you touched on a serious issue."

"Okay, what is it?"

"You're not only beautiful, you're also a very bright, well educated and quick witted woman."

"You're not exactly bursting the inflated balloon of my ego."

I ignored her comment and continued. "Kelly I don't want to see that part of you get overshadowed by your beauty and your raw sexuality."

"And my camel toe pussy."

I shook my head. "Yes and your camel toe pussy."

Kelly squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry Timmy, I really was listening to what you said. When I was working for JTandR I actually spent a great deal of time thinking about that. I had a wonderful job. It paid me a very generous salary. I loved the adventure, excitement and of course the sex. The people I worked with were also all wonderful. I made some very close friends while I was there." 

She sighed. "Of course there was this one huge problem. The job was destroying my marriage. I just kept pushing that issue to the back of my mind because I didn't know what to do about it."

She smiled at me. I nodded.

"Timmy the job did give me quite a bit of free time, and before last week I was actually thinking about starting to write again."

I looked at her. "Really?"

"Yes, I wanted to try writing a novel just like you." She shrugged. "But now that I don't work there anymore, I'll probably end up having to find a job that won't give me the time to write."

"I have two jobs now, maybe you could just find a part time job."

"Timmy one of your jobs is editing advertising copy for a neighborhood shopping flyer and your other job is working as part time cashier at a convenience store. Honey, I love you and you're a wonderful man, but you don't earn enough money to make our house payment." 

Kelly smiled at me. "Baby, I want to have enough money so that both of us can buy nice things. I want to be able to afford to go out to dinner at restaurants like this one. I want to travel. I want to see the world. Baby I don't want to be poor."

"I could try to find a better job."

"But sweetie, then you won't have any time to write either."

I sighed. "You really did have the perfect job, didn't you?"

"Yes I did."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Timmy would you consider letting me go back to my old job? You know all about it now, so I wouldn't have to lie to you anymore. It could be like it was in college. When I get home from a night out or a trip I can tell you all about the wonderful sex I had while you eat my pussy."

I smiled. "That's a very tempting thought. Why don't you finish telling me about the party with the guys from New Jersey. After that, we have one more issue to discuss and then we can talk about the possibility of you're going back to JtandR."

Kelly's face lit up. "Really Timmy? Will you actually consider it?"

"Yes, I'll actually consider it, but we still have to finish the other discussions before we can get to that one."

"All right, here's the rest of the story about the guys from New Jersey. As soon as I was done doing my strip Martin stood up and invited everyone to move into the sex room." Kelly looked at me. "You remember don't you? That's the room they have set up for sex shows. There's a bed in the middle of the room and it's surrounded by comfortable chairs."

"Yes I remember. Mandy's going to deep throat Antoine's cock in the sex room at Eagle Lake tonight."

"That's right. There's a similar room at Evergreen."

"You mentioned that earlier."

"Did I? Good. As soon as all the men were seated in the sex room I lay down on the bed and started to masturbate for them."

Kelly paused and looked at me. I think she was trying to gauge my reaction to what she'd just told me. I'd made a commitment to myself that know matter how shocking this story might become I was going to try to remain as casual as possible, so just nodded to her. That seemed to relax her a little.

She smiled and said, "While I was masturbating Tonya came into the room. She was now completely naked and she was carrying a butt plug. Timmy do you know what that is?"

"Yes I've seen them in porn movies."

"Tonya got on the bed next to me and we started making out. Needless to say, the guys from New Jersey watched that in absolute silence."

I chuckled. "I imagine they did. I saw you and Tonya naked and kissing this afternoon. It was a sight that certainly held my attention."

Grinning, Kelly said; "Baby, I can't wait to see the expression on your face when you finally get to watch me when I'm with a guy. I'm going to stare right into your eyes while I'm sucking his cock."

I took a deep breath. "Do you really think that might happen."

"At my very first opportunity. I'm sure that both Antoine and Chris Kendricks would be willing to let you watch while they fuck me."

"At the same time?"

Kelly laughed. "Well they'd probably enjoy doing that too, but for your first time watching, I think it it would probably be wiser if I just get one of them."

I nodded. "That might be an easier way to start."

My wife smiled at me and then she continued with her story. "While Tonya and I were making out I heard the guys gasp. I looked up and saw Keisha coming into the room with Mandy. They were both naked. Mandy was crawling on her hands and knees. She was wearing a dog collar around her neck. Keisha was leading her on a leash that was attached to the dog collar."

My breath caught.

Kelly noticed. The corners of her mouth formed a very wicked smile and she said, "Would you like me to bring you to a sex party and lead you around on a collar and leash all night?" She laughed. "Of course I'd have to let go of the leash while my date was fucking me." 

I just stared at Kelly. I was too flustered to speak.

She winked at me. "Would you like that Timmy?"

I took a deep breath and quietly answered, "Yes."

"I thought you might. Mandy loves it and you're every bit as submissive as she is."

Kelly grinned for a moment and then she said, "Keisha led Mandy over to me and told her to get up on the bed and start licking my pussy. Timmy, it was so hot. Tonya and I were still making out. All the guys were watching and then Mandy started eating my cunt."

"Did you cum?"

"Oh yes, and that made the scene even hotter."

My wife took a sip of her wine and then she said, "Tonya stopped kissing me. She sat up on the bed and handed the butt plug to Keisha. Keisha grabbed Mandy's leash, pulled her face away from my cunt, pushed the butt plug into her mouth and told her to get it nice and wet."

Kelly took another sip of wine and set her glass down. "Tonya pulled me up and started rolling me over onto my stomach. While she was doing it I noticed that the three guys from New Jersey had their cocks out. Baby all three of them were masturbating while they watched us."

"They were pretty kinky guys."

She nodded. "Yes they were. Once I was on my stomach I got up on my hands and knees. I got an extra little thrill from knowing that all three of those guys now had a very good view of both my cunt and my ass."

"I'll bet you felt really slutty at that moment."

"Yes I did."

"That made you even more excited, didn't it?"

"Yes it did."

"What happened next?"

"Keisha took the butt plug out of Mandy's mouth and told her to lick my asshole and get it nice and wet. Timmy, Mandy is almost as good at licking my ass as you are. It felt so nice. At the same time Tonya reached between my legs and started massaging my cunt."

"So let me see if I have this right. You're on the bed naked. Mandy is licking your asshole and Tonya is playing with your clit."

"That's right.'

"And while this is going on, the guys from New Jersey have their cocks out and they're masturbating." I laughed. "This is a pretty hot scene."

"It gets hotter."

"Tell me."

"As soon as my asshole was nice and wet Keisha pulled Mandy's face out of my rear and pushed the butt plug back into her mouth. Once it was wet she took it back out of Mandy's mouth and pushed it into my ass."

"How did that feel?"

"It felt good. Martin and John both loved to fuck my ass, so by that time I was fairly used to taking a cock back there. I knew how to relax those muscles, so the butt plug went in very easily." 

I shook my head. "I'd think it would feel very strange to have something back there."

Kelly shrugged. "It does at first, but you get used to it pretty quickly." She smiled. "And then it feels really good."

"Better than a cock in your pussy?"

"Keisha and Mandy both thinks so, but I don't. Nothing feels as good as a cock in my pussy. Taking a cock in my ass feels different and sometimes it's fun to do things that feel different."

Kelly chuckled. "Mandy has a little pussy. She says it's actually more comfortable for her to take a big cock in her ass than in her cunt. Timmy I can't wait to see you fucking Mandy. She'll love your little cock."

"But I'll cum right away."

"No, we'll get you off a couple of times first and then you'll be able to last longer."

"Won't you get jealous if you see me fucking Mandy?"

Kelly shook her head. "No baby, Mandy's my friend. Seeing the two of you having fun together would make me very happy." 

Suddenly her expression became very serious. "But don't you dare fuck some woman without my permission. That would get me very angry. In this marriage I'm the only one who gets to freely play around."

I smiled at Kelly. "You don't have to worry about that."

She nodded. "I know."

"What happened after Keisha put the butt plug in your ass?"

"Keisha, Tonya and Mandy all left."

"They left?"

"Yes, and as soon as they were gone Antoine came into the room. He was completely naked and he had an erection."

"I'll bet that got everyone's attention."

Kelly laughed. "It always does."

"So what did Antoine do?"

"He walked over to me and stood by the edge of the bed so I could suck his huge cock. I was still on my hands and knees. I sucked his cock for about a minute and then he got on the bed behind me, pulled the butt plug out of me and very slowly pushed his big cock into my ass."

"Did you take all of him?"

"Of course I did. The butt plug helped get me ready and Antoine's cock isn't all that thick, it's just really long. I can take his whole cock pretty easily."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Of course I did, but he only fucked me for about a minute. Then Martin stood up and tapped his shoulder. He told him that it was now time to give our guests a turn. Antoine pulled his cock out of my ass. While he was leaving the three guys from New Jersey took off their clothes. After Antoine was gone Mandy came back into the room and Martin, John and Wendell all left."




Courtesan Ch. 10



"Why did Mandy come back into the room?"

"She kneeled beside the bed and acted like a slave, but her real purpose was to make sure that the guys from New Jersey behaved like gentlemen."

I laughed. "You mean while they were fucking you in the ass."

"Yes, while they were fucking me in the ass. Timmy that was fine, that was what they were supposed to do. Mandy was there to make sure they didn't try to get rough with me."

"What would she have done if they had?

"Everyone was right across the hall in the parlor. She would have gone for help. Antoine, Keisha and Tonya would have been there in a flash and Martin, John and Wendell would have been right behind them. The party would have ended immediately."

"Did anything bad happen?"

"No. the guys were actually very gentle. They each took a turn fucking my ass. All three of them pulled out just before they came and ejaculated on my butt. After each of them finished Mandy licked his semen off of my bottom and the next guy got on the bed to take his turn. It was fun. We all enjoyed it."

Kelly smiled at me. "After they each had a turn they got dressed and we all went back to the parlor. We had a glass of champagne together and then they left and went back to their hotel room. The next day Wendell told me that they committed a huge sum of money to our project. Timmy I was paid a very nice bonus for my efforts that night."

"That was a pretty wild night, Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, very much."

I picked up Kelly's hand and stared into her eyes. "Please be assured that I still love you. What you did that night was certainly shameless and lewd, but apparently everyone enjoyed it and nobody got hurt. There wasn't anything you did that night that I would consider to be bad. Kelly I will always love you and I do not believe that you could ever be capable of doing something that would make me stop loving you."

She smiled at me. "Thank you, I think I'm finally starting to understand that."

"Good."

"Baby you have to promise me something."

"Certainly, what is it?"

"When I start dating other men again, I want you to remember that you never have to be jealous. No matter how much I might seem to be enjoying the company of another man, I want you to promise to remember that I will always love you and I will always love only you."

I smiled at Kelly. "I'll remember that, I promise ."

Michael appeared at our table. I suspect that he'd been watching us and noticed that we were engrossed in a deep conversation. He was a good waiter. He'd tried to leave us alone until he was certain that we were done talking.

We were both finished with our dinners. He motioned for a bus boy. As the young man was clearing our plates Michael turned to Kelly and asked, "Madam would you like to see the dessert cart?"

Kelly shook her head. "No thank you, I'm full." And then she turned to me. "Timmy would you like some dessert?"

I shook my head. "No thank you Ms. Mason, I'm full too."

Kelly hadn't called me dicklet, and that was probably a prudent choice, but I still added a little more spice to our game by addressing her as Ms. Mason in front of Michael ."

She turned back to our waiter. "I think we're ready for our check."

Michael nodded. "Very good Madam, I'll go prepare it now."

After he was gone Kelly looked at me and started to giggle. "Ms Mason?"

I nodded. "Yes, and he's good. He didn't even flinch."

We both laughed for a second and then Kelly got very quiet. Something seemed to be bothering her. After watching her for a moment I gently asked, "What's wrong?"

She stared at the table. She seemed to be gathering the courage to say something. Finally she looked up at me and asked. "Timmy do you think I'm a whore?"

I smiled at her. "What just made you ask me that question?" Shaking my head, I quickly added; "No I don't think you're a whore."

"Please Timmy, it was a serious question, I would like a serious answer."

"All right." I thought about the question. After a moment I carefully answered, "I think that you're a woman who passionately loves sex and enjoys having a variety of lovers."

"I got paid for having sex."

"Yes you did. Is that what this is about? Do you think getting paid made you a whore?"

"I don't know, it seems like it might have."

"So getting paid is the issue?"

"I guess so."

"You don't work for the firm anymore. Are you still going to try to have a large number of different lovers?"

"If it's all right with you I think I'd like to do that."

"Because you enjoy it, right?"

"Yes."

"Sex is kind of a hobby for you, isn't it?"

Kelly laughed. "I guess you could say that."

"What if your hobby was golf rather than sex. Would you be a whore if you joined the women's professional golf tour?"

"But that's different."

"Is it? Our culture tells us that it's different, but I don't think it is." I looked at Kelly. "When you were working as a hostess, did you ever do anything that you thought was morally wrong?"

Kelly laughed. "No, but a lot of other people might think I did."

"But did you think that?"

"No, I just played some very creative sex games with a lot of different men."

"I think a whore is someone who violates his or her moral code for money or power. The preacher who bangs the married choir director on Saturday night and then rails against marital infidelity on Sunday morning is a whore. The politician who sucks another man's cock in a sleazy motel room after he voted against gay rights legislation is a whore."

"I tried to pretend that I was being faithful to you when I really wasn't. Doesn't that make me a whore?"

We stared at each other for a minute. Finally I smiled and said, "We all make mistakes. Your mistake was trying to adhere to a moral code that was neither yours nor mine. You lied to me and that was a violation of both of our moral codes, but the supposed sins that you were trying to cover up weren't a violation of either of our moral codes."

"So you're saying that I might have been a whore because I tried to cover up what I was doing, but the moment I start being honest with you about it, I cease being a whore?"

I smiled at Kelly. "I'm not sure I'd say it like that, but I guess that's pretty much it in a nutshell."

She shook her head. "This is all very confusing."

"Think about it this way. That Saturday night of the Superbowl weekend, when you came home after being with Wendell's friend Sam, you told me that you cried in the shower."

"That's right."

"Were you crying because you gave Sam three blowjobs?"

"No, I was crying because I'd lied to you about what I'd done that night."

"All right, how about if we make a rule. Anytime either of us finds ourselves crying about something we've done, let's promise to immediately wake the other one up and tell them about it and the other one has to promise not to be mad."

"Can we do that?"

"Sure, why not?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she smiled at me. "Okay, I promise."

I nodded. "So do I."

For a few seconds neither of us said anything. Finally I broke the silence. "Kelly, in my mind, working at a job where you were paid to have sex did not make you a whore and I don't think either of us should give a hoot about the opinion of all those narrow minded, hypocritical bastards out there." 

Kelly giggled. "All right, if you don't think I should give a hoot, then I won't."

"Are you making fun of my choice of words?"

She smiled at me. "No Timmy, I'm not. Actually I find them to be very descriptive. In the future I'm going to try very hard to avoid giving a hoot about anyone's opinion but yours."



Courtesan Ch. 11



This is the eleventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous ten episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination. 

*

Michael brought our check. Kelly glanced at it and handed it back to him along with her credit card.

He smiled. "I'll go run this and be right back."

As soon as he was gone I looked at Kelly. "We have one more matter to discuss."

"Is it the issue that Wendell alluded to this afternoon?"

"Yes."

Kelly took a deep breath. "I'm not sure why, but I feel a sudden sense of foreboding."

"Just remember what Wendell said this afternoon and I think everything will be fine."

"You mean that I should listen to you and follow your lead on this?"

"Yes."

"Why did he say that?"

"I suspect that he feels that I have less emotional involvement in this issue."

"Really?"

"Yes, and I think he's right."

"Now my curiosity is piqued."

Michael reappeared with my wife's credit card and the charge slip. He set it in front of her and discreetly drifted away. Kelly inspected the charge slip for a moment and then she added a tip and signed it. 

Once that was done she put her credit card away and said, "Why don't we move into the cocktail lounge. We can have a cognac while you tell me what this is all about." 

I laughed. "You just want to show off your hot dress to all those guys in there."

Kelly nodded. "That is true, but I also want you to be able to see the envy in their eyes when they realize that I'm with you." She shook her head. "I suppose that sounds rather vain, but it is one of the reasons that some of the associates would ask to spend an evening with me in Las Vegas."

"You mean to be seen with a sexy young blond with great big..."

"Eyes? Kelly was grinning at me. "You were about to say eyes, weren't you, Dicklet?" 

I looked pointedly at the mountains of soft flesh spilling out of the top of my wife's dress and said, "Yes, when we walk into the bar I am quite certain that all of those men are going to be staring at your big beautiful eyes."

Kelly winked at me and stood up. "Damn right cuckboy, now let's go into the bar for a cognac. I can't wait to see all those handsome men looking at my big beautiful eyes."

I shook my head and then chuckling, I stood up and followed my wife. 

As we entered the short hallway between the cocktail lounge and the restaurant Kelly took her wrap off of her shoulders and tossed it back to me. "We wouldn't want anything covering up my gorgeous eyes would we Dicklet?"

I laughed. "No Ms. Mason, we certainly wouldn't."

Kelly stopped. As soon as I caught up to her she grabbed my arm, leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Timmy, I love you so much. I don't think there's another man in the entire world who could possibly make me as happy as you do."

I smiled at her. "Except maybe in bed."

My wife shook her head. "No, not even in bed." She giggled. "But of course in bed quantity does rival quality. Sweetie, you are the best, but as you know, variety and numbers are also important to me. She grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's go into the bar." 

Kelly pulled me along behind her. As we walked into the bar I looked around. The room was filled with middle aged businessmen. Some were sitting in groups of two, three or four while others were alone. When we entered the room all of their eyes shifted their focus to my wife.

While Kelly was leading me to a table I suddenly became acutely aware of just how skimpy the dress she was wearing really was. I knew that women often complained about men undressing them with their eyes, but this was the first time I'd actually witnessed the phenomena. If any of the men in that bar had been capable of psychokinesis, my wife would have been stark naked by the time we reached our table.

Most of the men were mildly discreet about their stares; but as I pulled out Kelly's chair so that she could sit down, I spotted one man who was a notable exception. He was seated on a stool leaning back against the bar so that he was facing us. His immaculate grooming and expensive looking dark gray suit gave him the appearance of a successful businessman. His rugged face and the streaks of gray in his dark hair suggested that he was in his early to mid forties. He held his cocktail in his left hand. His right arm was casually draped behind him in such a way that he arrogantly took up both his space and the space next to him at the already overly crowded bar. His eyes were brazenly fixed on my wife's ample cleavage. 

As soon as we were both seated Kelly leaned over and whispered, "My god, did you see him?"

I smiled. "You mean the guy at the bar?"

Kelly nodded.

"He looks like kind of an asshole to me."

My wife laughed. "That's probably true, but he's the kind of asshole that could get into my panties in a flash." She took a deep breath. "I'm getting wet from just thinking about him."

"Is he really that handsome?"

"No, not at all." She smiled at me. "Timmy women are much less concerned about physical appearance than men. We're more attuned to a man's attitude and demeanor than to his looks." She took a deep breath. "And that man is an alpha male."

"I'm not an alpha male, and you chose to marry me."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, and I am very happy that I did choose you. You're a wonderful husband. Men like the guy at the bar are very sexy and often turn out to be fabulous in bed, but they make terrible husbands. Timmy, I agree with your first impression, he probably is an asshole." She laughed. "But if he took me to his bed I would be willing to do things for him that would make my mother and sisters cringe in horror."

"A few minutes ago you told me that you didn't enjoy being submissive."

"I don't, and there would be nothing submissive about what I'd do with that man. Men like him just bring out the slut inside a woman like me."

Suddenly a glimmer of fear that this wonderful evening with my wife was about to end crept into my gut. I closed my eyes and quietly said, "I see."

Kelly noticed the change in my demeanor and reached out and took my hand. "Don't worry baby. I'm not going to run off with him tonight. There are lots of guys like the man at the bar and when I want one, I don't have any trouble attracting them. You're the real jewel. Timmy honey, tonight I'm with you and I fully intend to finish the evening with you." She giggled. "And when we get home tonight I promise that I'll do all the slutty things with you that I would have done if I'd decided to hook up with him instead."

I smiled at my wife, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"You know, I'm not actually all that interested in an after dinner drink."

Kelly laughed. "Listen to you. You're turning into a little sex fiend."

I eagerly nodded. "Yes I am."

She squeezed my hand. "Well you're just going to have to control your urges for a little while longer. I still have to hear about this problem that you and Wendell were talking about."

I sighed. "Yes, I guess you're right."

"Hi Kelly! How are you tonight?"

The voice startled Kelly and me. We had been so deeply engrossed in our conversation that we didn't see the waitress approach our table. We both looked up.

My wife smiled when she saw her. "Hi Traci, I'm good. How are you?"

Traci shook her head. "I've worked seven nights straight. I'm beat. I need a day off."

Traci was an extremely attractive blond who appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. She was also the most provocatively dressed woman I 'd ever encountered in real life. She was wearing black patent leather high heeled pumps, black nylon stockings and a garter belt. I knew this because her very short black miniskirt wasn't long enough to cover the stays that held up her stockings. 

A skimpy halter top just barely concealed Traci's large breasts and her long golden hair was combed to one side and pulled back into a pony tail that was casually draped over her right shoulder. While her outfit was unquestionably the most suggestive clothing I'd ever seen a woman wear in public, it was Traci's makeup that actually captured my attention. Her dark eyeshadow and heavy mascara was applied in a manner that turned her blue eyes into mesmerizing pools of temptation and her bright red lip gloss hinted that she might be a woman who delighted in using her sumptuous mouth to satisfy a man's most base desires.

Kelly glanced over at me, noticed the fascination in my eyes and laughed. "Timmy, reel your tongue back into your mouth before you get the floor wet."

She turned back to the waitress. "Traci, I think my husband finds your attire to be just a little bit stimulating."

Traci grinned. "That was my intention when I got dressed this afternoon. In this place putting a little pizazz in my outfit dramatically improves the tips I get." She stared at my wife for a moment and then she said, "And I have to add that you're not exactly dressed like one of the nuns at St. Theresa's Elementary School."

Kelly smiled at her. "Touche'"

"Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine were in here the other night. They told me that you quit your job with the firm. What happened?"

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Let's just say that Timmy didn't exactly understand the true nature of my job duties." There was a hint of shame in her voice.

Traci raised her eyebrows. "Really?" She turned and looked at me. For a second she seemed to be studying me. Finally she smiled and extended her hand. "We haven't been formally introduced. I'm Traci Dylan."

I stood up, took her hand and gently shook it. "I'm Tim Jamieson. It's a pleasure to meet you Traci, please call me Timmy."

Traci nodded. "Thank you Timmy, please sit down."

As I sat down Kelly shook her head and said, "I'm sorry Traci, I should have done that." 

Traci shrugged. "Don't worry about it, people don't generally introduce the waitresses in a restaurant."

"Yes, but Traci, you're my friend."

Traci smiled at Kelly. "Thank you Kel."

She turned back to me. "You must be quite a guy if you're still with Kelly after finding out what she really did for the firm."

"Believe me Traci, he is." Kelly shook her head. "And I almost fucked up a storybook marriage to an absolutely perfect man."

"What are you going to do for a job?"

"I don't know. We're still focused on healing our marriage."

Traci smiled at me. "Well I applaud you for trying to work things out. Most guys would have thrown Kelly out on her ass when they found out what she did."

We were all silent for a moment and then Traci asked. "So what can I get for the two of you?"

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy we were going to have cognac, but have you ever had a rusty nail?"

"No, I don't think I've ever even heard of it."

"Martin loves them. They frequently serve them as an after dinner drink at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"What is it?"

"Scotch and Drambuie."

"Drambuie is already scotch and honey, isn't it?"

"Yes, but adding the extra whisky reduces the sweetness of the Drambuie just a little bit."

"Sounds interesting, I'd love to try one."

Kelly looked at Traci. "Bring us two rusty nails."

Traci smiled. "You got it Kelly."

She turned and was about to leave, but my wife stopped her. "Traci wait just a minute."

Kelly turned to me. "Timmy there's a little tradition in the bar at the Goldenrod. Give me a five dollar bill."

I wasn't certain what this was all about, but I didn't see any reason to question Kelly's request; so I took out my money clip, peeled off a five dollar bill and handed it to my wife."

Traci laughed. "Kelly you really do love teasing the guys in here don't you."

My wife nodded. "Yes I do." And then she amazed me by lifting the hem of Traci's skirt and slipping the five dollar bill into one of the straps of her garter belt. Once the bill was secured under the lace strap Kelly slipped her hand between Traci's thighs and for a very brief moment gently massaged her pantie covered pussy."

When Kelly took her hand away she winked at me and said, "It's a nice little tradition, isn't it."

I was so astonished that all I could do was nod.

Traci winked at me. "If a guy wanted to cop a feel like that he'd have to put at least a fifty in my garter, but for your wife it's free." She looked around. I followed her gaze. Every man in the bar was watching us. 

Traci grinned at Kelly. "I think every guy in the place just popped a chubby. My tips for the next hour are going to sky rocket."

Kelly laughed. "I'm glad I could help you out."

Traci nodded. "I'm glad you did too, but face it Kel, you just love putting on a show." She turned and smiled at me. "Is there any chance you might let Kelly go back to her old job? Your wife was a natu..." Suddenly she stopped herself. Shaking her head, Traci said; "I'm sorry Timmy, that was a stupid and insensitive remark. I'm sure this has been a very difficult situation for you."

I smiled at Traci. "Hey, it's okay. Yes, it has been a little trying, but we're working it out and frankly, I am open to looking at ways that Kelly might return to her old job."

Traci stared at me. After a moment she said, "Really? Even if you know that other guys will be screwing her?"

I nodded. "Yes, even then."

Traci stared at me for a few seconds. Finally she smiled and said, "Timmy, you remind me of an old and very dear friend. He was much larger than you are, but you seem to have the same kind heart and self confidence that he had. He was wise enough and secure enough to understand that even though the woman he loved was sleeping with other men it didn't diminish her love for him."

I stared at Traci. I noticed a tear in her eye. 

I quietly said, "When you talk about this friend you use the past tense. What happened to him?"

Traci sighed and then she whispered, "He and another good friend were killed when a group of thugs tried to rob them. They'd been trying to raise enough money to buy a house for the woman they both loved."

That piqued Kelly's curiosity. She looked at Traci and asked, "They both loved the same woman?"

Traci nodded. "Yes and I have never met three people who loved each other more than they did."

"What happened to the woman when her two friends were murdered?"

"It nearly destroyed her; but April, Ponce and Danny had become close friends with two older couples. After Ponce and Danny were killed the two couples adopted April and took care of her while she was recovering from the trauma."

"Where is April now?"

"She lives in this city. I see her every once in a while. It took her almost two years to recover from the death of Ponce and Danny, but with the help of her friends she finally did get over it. Eventually she met another man and married him."

Traci smiled at me. "I think that the two of you are also very similar men." 

I looked at Traci. "Did you say April, Ponce and Danny?"

"Yes."

"How long ago did this happen?"

Traci thought for a moment and then she said, "It's been about eight years since Ponce and Danny were killed."

"They went to Kelroy College, didn't they?"

"Yes they did."

Suddenly Kelly said, "Oh my god, you're talking about April Hansen and Marion Poncely."

Traci stared at Kelly for several seconds. Finally she said, "Yes. that's right. Did you know them?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, Timmy and I both went to Kelroy but April graduated the year before we got there." She smiled, "Everyone at Kelroy knows the story of April, Ponce and Danny. It's like a legend at the school. Were they really your friends?"

Traci slowly nodded her head. "Yes, they used to work here. Ponce and Danny were bar tenders and April was a cocktail waitress like me. I was falling in love with Danny and I think he was falling in love with me. If they'd been able to buy that house I'm pretty sure Danny would have asked me to live there with him." She sighed, "I just wish they would have asked me, I could have helped them with the money and they'd still be alive today."

"Hey Traci, the guys at that table over there need drinks." We all turned. The bartender was smiling at Traci and pointing at a table of five rather impatient looking men. 

She waved. "Sorry Billy, I'll get right over there." Traci looked at us and shrugged. "Hey, I have to get back to work. I'll be right back with your rusty nails."

Kelly smiled. "We understand, maybe we can get together some night when you're not working."

Traci's face lit up. "I'd love that."

Behind us Billy the bartender said, "Traci, they're waiting."

"I gotta go." She turned and hustled over to the other table. As soon as she got there she pressed her body up against one of the men and ran her fingers through his hair. "Sorry guys, they're old friends. I got a little distracted. If you'll forgive me I promise to be very good to you for the rest of the night."

The man she was pressed up against slipped his hand under her skirt and rubbed her pantie covered rear. Traci didn't make any effort to stop him. As the man continued feeling her ass he said, "We'll forgive you, but we expect excellent service for the rest of the night."

Traci bent over and kissed his cheek. While she was kissing him she deliberately gave the rest of the men at the table a very good look at her ample cleavage. By the time she was done taking their drink orders all five of the men were smiling.

I turned to Kelly. "She's very good at her job."

"Yes she is."

"You seem to know each other quite well."

"Remember, I used to eat in this restaurant several evenings a week." Suddenly Kelly sighed and then she closed her eyes and shook her head. After a moment she whispered, "Timmy I'm so sorry that I wasn't eating dinner with you on those nights. I've neglected you so badly. Can you ever forgive me?" She smiled at me. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me in my entire life and I took you for granted. I ignored you. I must be the stupidest woman in the world."

I reached over and patted her hand. "All of that is now part of the past. It happened and that's a fact that we can't change, but I don't think we should let it destroy us. You made a mistake. It nearly shattered our marriage, but it didn't and I don't believe that either of us wants to end our marriage. It seems to me that our only option is to agree to start over again."

"Do you really think you can do that after the way I treated you?"

"It doesn't appear to me that I have a choice."

"Of course you have a choice."

"Okay, I do have a choice. I can choose to be angry with you and allow my anger to shut you out of my life." I shrugged. "But I don't want that to happen. To me, going through life without you is an untenable outcome, so I have to opt for the other choice."

"What's that?'

"To forgive you, learn from this experience and try to rebuild our marriage."

Kelly thought about this for a moment and then she said, "Timmy I'm not sure I deserve you."

I laughed. "Well, deserve me or not you've got me and I don't think there's anything in this world that's going to change that fact."

Kelly stared at me. Suddenly she started to grin like the Cheshire Cat. "Timmy I love you so much."

I picked up my wife's hand and held it firmly between both of my hands. "That's a good thing, because I'm head over heels in love with you."

I glanced across the room. Traci was busy delivering a tray of cocktails to the table of five men who she'd earlier neglected.




Courtesan Ch. 11



I looked back at Kelly. "When Traci was telling us about April and Ponce she said something that puzzled me."

"What was that?"

"She mentioned that she wished that Ponce and Danny had asked her to help them finance the house they were trying to buy."

"Okay, why does that puzzle you?"

"Traci's a cocktail waitress. I'm certain that she's a very good cocktail waitress and I don't doubt that she gets fabulous tips, but we're talking about financing the purchase of a house. That requires significant financial assets, very significant financial assets, assets that you wouldn't normally associate with a cocktail waitress." I laughed. "Or for that matter, a hack copy editor for an neighborhood advertising paper."

Kelly grinned. "Or a part time clerk at a convenience store."

"Yes, that's correct. I couldn't finance the purchase of a house either." I shrugged. "I'll grant you that Traci probably makes significantly more money that I do, but I doubt that she earns enough to make a financial move like putting up the cash to buy a house."

Kelly nodded. "Traci is quite wealthy; but you're right, she didn't amass her fortune by working as a cocktail waitress."

"So how did she do it?"

"Timmy it's only partially true that Traci and I became friends because I used to regularly eat dinner in this restaurant."

"All right."

"The firm occasionally employs her as a hostess."

"Really?"

"Yes, Martin knows her very well. When Traci was younger she worked as a headline dancer at the Black Knight."

"The strip club on the outskirts of downtown. You mentioned it earlier this evening. Are you telling me that she amassed a fortune working as a stripper?"

"Partially, from what Traci has told me the dancers at the Black Knight earn a very good income."

"But you said partially."

"Yes, Traci told me that the Black Knight has a policy of only employing dancers who are under the age of thirty."

I nodded. "That makes sense. Nude dancing is certainly a profession where youth is an advantage. Men like to look at young women."

Kelly laughed. "Maybe most men, but I'm not so sure that's true about you. Neither Tonya nor Traci appeared to have any trouble catching your attention today."

I shrugged. "Hey what can I say, I'm an open minded guy."

My wife shook her head. "Open minded guy? You're a degenerate perv."

I grinned at her. "Okay, I'll admit that."

"And Timothy Jamieson, it's one of the seven million reasons that I'm madly in love with you." Kelly was giggling.

"All right, so I assume that Traci had to quit dancing when she turned thirty. How was that relevant to her financial status?"

"She became an escort, a very highly paid escort."

"You mean a prostitute."

My wife shrugged. "I guess that's technically correct, but that word evokes the image of a woman standing on a street corner wearing black thigh high boots and a miniskirt. That certainly wasn't what Traci was doing. She was meeting affluent businessmen in upscale hotels."

"That's the same thing you were doing, isn't it?" The words just popped out and I immediately regretted saying them.

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she sighed. "Yes, I suppose you're right. I was a prostitute too."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it just popped out."

"You can't deny that what you said was true."

"Yes, but I think we already had this discussion. I don't believe there's anything inherently wrong with being paid to have sex."

"So you wouldn't object if I decided to become a paid escort."

I smiled at my wife. I don't think it was deliberate on her part, but we both knew that she'd just backed me into a corner. Suddenly I found myself confronting the fundamental question. Could I handle being married to a prostitute?

I thought about the question. After a moment I asked, "Would that mean you'd have a pimp?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, I would never want to be involved with a pimp. During a flight to Evergreen last summer Traci described her life as an escort. She told us that she always had what you might call an administrative assistant. She needed someone to take telephone calls when she was occupied with a date, assist her with her calendar and help her stay on schedule." 

"Stay on schedule?"

My wife giggled. "Traci told us that it's sometimes easy to lose track of the time when you're busy fucking. She always had her assistant call her when her session was scheduled to end."

I laughed. "Yes, I suppose that would be necessary."

"She also used the assistant for another very important purpose."

"What was that?"

"Security."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"When she was doing incall her assistant..."

"Incall?"

"That means she provided the hotel room. Outcall means that she would go to her dates hotel room. Traci told us that she rarely did outcall. If she went to a strange hotel room she always felt that there was a greater risk that she was walking into a trap set up by the police."

"I guess that makes sense."

"When she did incall she always had her assistant stationed in the hotel lobby. Her dates never knew what room she was in until they got to the hotel. That way, when they arrived they had to call her cell phone from the lobby. Traci and her assistant were on a second cell phone and if her date was alone her assistant would tell her and Traci would give him the room number and tell him to come up to the room. Once her date got to the hotel room Traci would make casual conversation with him for a few minutes while her assistant monitored the hotel lobby. As soon as her assistant felt confident that nobody was following Traci's date she would call Traci and tell her that everything was all right."

"Did the system work?"

"Traci said that she never got arrested."

I smiled. "I guess it worked."

"She also used the assistant for one other purpose."

"What was that?"

"She said that when you're meeting strange men in a hotel room for sex, there's always the concern that you're going to run into a real freak. You know what I mean, a guy who likes to hurt women."

I nodded. "Yes I understand. So, one of the assistant's duties was to always know where she was and have some information like a cell phone record of who she was with."

"Yes, and that was another reason that her assistant always called her at the end of a session."

"You mean to make sure she was okay?"

"Yes, and she called again when she saw the date leaving the hotel."

"Okay, so you wouldn't have a pimp, but you would need someone to work as your assistant."

"Yes." Kelly grinned at me for a moment and then she said, "Maybe you could be my assistant."

I suppose that it shouldn't have, but Kelly's suggestion took me by surprise. My jaw must have dropped to the floor because Kelly started laughing.

"Hey it's not such a bad idea. That would allow us to be together all the time and you could have a lap top computer and work on your book while I entertained my dates." Kelly paused. After a moment she added, "Traci's fee was four hundred dollars an hour. I think I could probably get at least that much. If we worked four days a week and I entertained five dates on each of those days I could earn eight thousand dollars a week. Timmy that's four hundred thousand dollars a year."

"How would the men find you?"

"Traci said that there are Internet sites where escorts advertise."

"Doesn't that also let the police find you?"

"We'd have to be very careful."

"What if you did get arrested? It's very likely that your mother and sisters would find out? Could you handle that?"

Kelly closed her eyes and sighed. It was obvious that she hadn't considered that possibility. After a moment she said, "I don't know, I'll have to think about that." 

For several seconds we were both quiet and then my wife started to smile. She looked at me and said, "You still haven't answered the question."

"What question?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "The original question silly. Would you object if I decided to become a paid escort?"

I closed my eyes for a moment and thought about my answer. Finally I said, "I don't know. I don't think I'd be bothered by any moral issues and I certainly wouldn't be jealous of your dates, but I think it's dangerous. No matter how careful we are, there is always the possibility that you could get arrested and I would always be worried about the possibility that you might run into a freak who would hurt or even kill you."

My wife shrugged. "There would be risks, but Timmy we could make a lot of money and work together. And both of us would have time to write."

I nodded, "That's all true, but you could also make a very good income and have time to write if you went back to your old job at the firm, and you wouldn't have any of the risks."

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy are you saying that it would be all right with you if I went back to my old job?"

I smiled at her. "It's a safer choice for you than becoming a paid escort. It wouldn't allow us to work together, but I think that's good trade off for the security and safety the job offers. Bedsides, if you're not trying to hide what your doing from me, we'll still have more time to spend together than we had in the past year."

My wife's face lit up. "Oh Timmy thank you! I promise I'll always be very honest about what I'm doing and I'm absolutely certain that we'll be able to spend a lot more time together."

I held up my hand. "Hold on, I haven't fully agreed. There is one last matter that we still have to discuss and frankly money might not be an issue for us."

"Sorry it took me so long to get your cocktails. I sort of fell behind with my tables while I was talking with you. I had to do a little hustling to get caught up."

Kelly and I turned. Traci was standing behind us. She was holding a tray with two small glasses filled with amber colored liquor and ice cubes. 

Kelly smiled at her. "That's okay, as you can see, we were so busy talking that we weren't paying any attention to the time."

Traci placed a napkin in front of each of us and set our rusty nails on the napkins.

As she was doing that Kelly glanced at me and said, "Timmy give Traci a twenty dollar bill." 

While I was taking out my money clip and finding a twenty dollar bill Kelly said to Traci, "We're only going to have one drink. If we settle up right now you won't have to worry about us for the remainder of the time were here."

Traci nodded. "That's a good idea. It looks like I'm going to be pretty busy for the rest of the evening. By the way, your little act with the five dollar bill was very good for business." She raised the hem of her skirt. The straps of her garter belt were stuffed with five dollar bills."

Kelly laughed. "I'm glad I could help you out."

Traci shook her head. "I'm getting some very good tips, but I'm also having to slap a lot of wandering hands away from my ass and my pussy."

I didn't actually have a twenty dollar bill so I had to hand Traci two tens. As she took them from me Kelly asked, "Is that enough to cover the drinks and a tip?"

Traci nodded. "The rusty nails are eight dollars each." You've really already given me my tip, so why don't you let me give you four dollars back."

Kelly shook her head. "Absolutely not."

Traci stared at Kelly. "Are you sure? Honey you're out of work and I remind you that I really don't need the money."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you, but I am sure. Timmy and I are both very frugal. We have a nice nest egg stashed away. We'll be all right for quite a while."

"Okay." Traci picked up her pen, scrawled something on one of the napkins on her tray and handed the napkin to Kelly. "Here's my telephone number. Let's get together some evening when I'm not working."

"That would be very nice. You could come over for dinner. Timmy is a wonderful cook."

Traci smiled. "I'd like that very much." She glanced around the bar. "Hey the natives are starting to get restless again. I'd better get going."

"Traci before you leave can I ask you one question?"

"Sure Kelly, but it has to be a quick one."

"I have the impression that during the time you were working as an escort you put away a fairly large sum of money. If that's true, why are you working as a cocktail waitress?"

Traci laughed. "That question is easy. You're right, while I was working as an escort I did put away enough money to live on for the rest of my life, but I just turned forty. I'm much too young to move into the old people's home. Working as a cocktail waitress is fun and it gives me a good opportunity to meet new people." 

She looked around again. The men sitting at a table on the other side of the bar were trying to get her attention. "Hey listen, I gotta go. Call me okay?"

"I'll call you this week Traci."

Traci nodded and then she turned and hurried to the table on the other side of the room."

As Traci left our table I glanced over at the bar and noticed that the man who had been brazenly staring at my wife when we walked in was still there, and he was still staring at Kelly.

Kelly picked up her cocktail and smiled at me. "A toast."

I picked up my drink. "All right."

"To a fresh start."

I smiled and clinked her glass. "I will definitely drink to that."

We both took a sip of our rusty nails. As I set mine down Kelly asked, "Well what do you think? Do you like it?"

I nodded. "Yes, I do like it. It does make a wonderful after dinner drink. It's sweet, but it still has that nice smoky flavor of scotch. 

My wife grinned at me. "Good, I was hoping you'd like it." She set her glass down. "Okay, what's this big mystery that you and Wendell were talking about?"

I thought for a moment. I wasn't quite sure how I should begin. Finally I took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember that I mentioned that I had a meeting with Martin Jackson this morning?"

"Yes, of course I remember. I gather that it's one of the reasons you were willing to talk to me this afternoon."

"That's right. Martin Jackson spoke very passionately on your behalf."

Kelly smiled. "He really is a good man." She suddenly stopped and stared at me. "I'm actually kind of surprised that you agreed to meet with him."

"He bribed me."

"He bribed you?"

"Yes, he bribed me. He offered me five thousand dollars if I would agree to meet with him for thirty minutes."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Did he actually give you the money?"

"Yes he did."

"In cash?"

"Of course."

"You mean you have five thousand dollars in cash with you right now?"

I laughed. "That's correct."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We had too many other things to talk about. This was my first opportunity to tell you."

Kelly nodded. "Yes, I guess that makes sense."

We were both silent for a moment. I think Kelly was waiting for me to tell her about the meeting and I was trying to decide how to tell her about it. 

Finally she asked, "So what did you and Martin talk about?"

I decided that the best course of action was to be perfectly frank. I suspected that Kelly was going to have a difficult time accepting what I was about to tell her, but I realized that the only way we could get beyond this was to confront it directly. I looked at Kelly and said, "He started by telling me that his lawyers felt that I was in a very good position to sue his firm."

"Sue them? Why would you be able do that?"

"I asked him that exact same question. This is what he told me. Do you remember your very first interview with JTandR? It was at the end of our Senior year at Kelroy."

"Of course I remember it. I''ll never be able to forget it. I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep the night before the interview,"

I smiled. "Yes, I remembered that too. They were impressed with you, but they had the same problem that everyone else has when they first meet you. They had trouble getting beyond your beautiful face, long blond hair and sexy body. After the interview was over John Reynolds suggested that maybe they should be trying to recruit you as a hostess."

Kelly stared at me in silence.

"Martin agreed that John's suggestion had merit so they sent their investigators to Kelroy and interviewed everyone who knew us, including the dormitory maids, other students, our professors and anybody else they could find who might know anything about us. I gather that it was an exhaustive investigation."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, they are very thorough."

"You can imagine what they found out"

My wife nodded. "I'm sure they learned about my reputation as the blow job queen of Kelroy College."

"And that really piqued their curiosity, but I was a problem for them."

"Why?"

"We were getting married. They prefer that their hosts and hostesses are single."

"Yes I guess that's right, I was the only married hostess."

"They were about to give up on the idea of hiring you as a hostess, but then their investigators made what they considered to be a rather startling observation. We were engaged to be married, yet you continued to openly date other men and I didn't seem to mind. Suddenly the possibility that you might become a hostess became feasible again."

"But when they hired me they never even mentioned the possibility that I might become a hostess. At that time I never would have even considered it."

"That's correct, and that's what they missed. That's why they feel that I'm," I paused. "Actually we are in a position to sue them and win."

"What do you mean?"

"When we got married they didn't realize that you were taking the vow of fidelity that you made during our wedding ceremony seriously."

"Timmy, I'm still very confused. I was hired in June, but we never discussed my becoming a hostess until the following November."

"Kelly think about it. When they hired you they really couldn't have just offered you a job as a hostess. The moment you realized what that actually meant you could have filed a sexual harassment charge against them."

"But they hired me as a research analyst."

"Yes, and then they assigned you to Chris Kendricks, who just happened to be their most skilled host."

My wife stared at me. Suddenly she gasped. "Oh my god."

I nodded. "That's correct, it was his job to seduce you and find out just how open you were about having casual sex with numerous partners."

Kelly's expression became very serious. In a quiet, but extremely firm voice she said, "Go on."

"As you well know, you resisted Chris's advances for several months. Martin and John were puzzled about that, but they assumed that because you were such a beautiful woman you had an ample supply of willing lovers outside the workplace and you didn't need to have an affair with a coworker. Again I point out that they completely missed the possibility that you weren't responding to Chris's advances because you were trying to remain faithful to me."

"Timmy, are you telling me that Chris Kendricks was part of a plot to entice me into becoming a hostess?"

"Yes I am and do you remember what he asked you the morning after the first afternoon the two of you had sex? You mentioned it to me earlier today and Martin remembers it very well."

"He kissed me and when he was done kissing me he asked me how you reacted when I told you about what had happened on the previous afternoon."

"And what did you tell him?"

Kelly quietly whispered. "I lied and told him that you were just fine with it and then I gave him a blow job." She looked at me. "Martin knew about that?"

"Yes, Chris was making regular reports to Martin about the progress he was making in his attempts to seduce you. Once you and Chris started having sex and they believed that I was comfortable with the situation, they began a course of action that gradually moved you into your eventual role as a hostess."

"Please explain that." There was now a hint of anger in my wife's voice. She was reacting as both Wendell and I feared she might react.




Courtesan Ch. 11



"I'm quite certain that the dinner meeting at this restaurant was part of the plan. You remember it. You told me about it earlier today. It was your first official business meeting with the three partners and you were seated next to John Reynolds. You told me that he was so nice to you. You also told me that the meeting ended abruptly, but Martin wanted to stay and talk to Chris, so John had to give you a ride home."

"And when we got back to his office John seduced me and the next morning, when I got to work John called me into his office to tell me that they'd decided to promote me." Kelly shook her head. "And I was so excited that I ended up having sex with all three of the partners that morning."

My wife sighed. "Timmy I really am just a dumb blond." She smiled at me. "I'll bet Eric was a setup too."

"You mean that first associate you met at the Calvert Hotel?'

"Yes, he was one of the most handsome men I've ever met and he was so good in bed. When I left that night I actually felt lucky that I had a job where I occasionally got to sleep with a good looking man and get paid for it. Timmy I was unbelievably stupid."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Timmy they manipulated me. They played me like a puppet so that I'd become their little corporate hooker and I'm so dumb that I fell for it." She laughed. "I fell for it because I wanted to fall for it. I even lied to them because I wanted to become their little whore."

My wife closed her eyes. There was a tear rolling down her cheek. She bit her lower lip and quietly said, "That's all I am is a cheap little whore and that's all I'll ever be. I tried to be faithful to you, but I couldn't do that. Instead I let those bastards play me." 

Kelly's voice started to get louder. "Of course they were able to play me because they recognized exactly what I was, a little slut whore. I'm nothing but a dumb blond with big tits who's willing to spread her legs for any bastard that smiles at her."

I reached out and picked up my wife's hand. "Kelly, please remember what Wendell said to you this afternoon. Listen to me, please listen to me. Think about all of the things we said to each other today. You are not a whore. You're a wonderful bright woman who I dearly love."

Kelly snatched her hand away. "No Timmy, you're wrong. Martin and John recognized my true nature and they took advantage of it. They made me into their little whore."

"No they turned you into a courtesan and it was a job you loved."

My wife stood up. "That's pure bullshit Timmy. I'm your goddess. You have me up on such a high pedestal that you can't really see what a pathetic slut you married. Well, it's time you found out."

My wife turned so that she was looking at the handsome man at the bar who'd been staring at her all evening. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her.

Kelly looked back at me. "You'd better go home now Timmy. Ask Traci to call a taxicab. You can afford it, you've got a wad of money in your pocket. I'll be home when this stud is done fucking me."

She walked over to the man at the bar. The stool next to him was still open. She grabbed his arm. "Hey handsome, is this seat taken?"

He patted the bar stool. "Make yourself comfortable. I was wondering how long it would take you to come to your senses and ditch that loser you're with so you could join me."

Kelly laughed. "That's my pussy husband. I told him to call a cab and go home. We had a nice dinner together, but now I'm ready for a little excitement and you look like just the kind of guy who can give it to me. My name's Melody, what's yours?"

"I'm Brad, it's a pleasure to meet you Melody. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Brad, I'd love a vodka martini."

Brad turned to the Billy the bartender. "Hey barkeep, I need a martini for the lady and I'll have another manhattan."

I was in a quandary as I sat at the table watching what was happening at the bar. The submissive cuckold in me told me that this was my wife's right. She was my goddess. I should do as I was told and get a cab and go home, but that just didn't seem right to me. This wasn't healthy. Kelly wasn't doing this for fun and pleasure, she was acting out of anger and disgust. She was angry at the firm for using her, but mostly I think she was disgusted with herself for allowing them to use her. Ever since she was teenager my wife had fought to disprove the presumption people made that she was just a dumb blond. Kelly had worked hard to prove that she was a bright, hard working, well educated woman. Now I think she was feeling like she'd allowed the firm to manipulate her into becoming nothing more than the shallow dumb blond that everyone always assumed she was. 

I also suspected that part of her anger with herself came from the feeling that she had once again failed to live up to the standards set by her mother and her sisters. Only this time it was much worse. This time she wasn't a free living libertine rebelling against a set of narrow minded moral values dogmatically instilled by her family and her culture. This time she was a stupid whore who had been manipulated by a group of lying, thieving scoundrels. These were just the type of men her sisters and mother had constantly warned her about and now Kelly felt like a fool because she'd allowed these awful men to dupe her and lead her into an immoral life of carnal sin and nearly destroy her perfect marriage.

I knew that I couldn't leave Kelly right now. Somehow I had to find a way to pull her out of this self destructive act and help her see that while the partners at the firm may have manipulated her, they also lead her into a job that she dearly loved and up until twenty minutes ago desperately wanted to resume.

I took a deep breath, stood up and nervously walked over to Brad and my wife. As I approached them they both turned and looked at me. 

Brad had a smirk on his face. "What do you want wimp?"

I mustered all of my courage and said, "I want to talk to my wife and it doesn't concern you."

"Fuckin A it concerns me pussyboy. She may be your wife, but in case you haven't noticed, she left you to be with me. Now get lost!"

I ignored him and looked at my wife. "Kelly, you know I don't mind if you do things like this, but not tonight. Not when you're angry and hurt. You're not doing this for fun, you're doing this out of some sort of self deprecating need to demean and punish yourself. I can't let you do it. Please come home with me."

Brad grabbed my arm and yelled, "Wimpboy, I thought I told you to get lost. Your wife is going to stay with me for the rest of the night. Live with it!"

I grabbed his hand and with an amazing burst of strength I pulled it off of my arm and stared into his face. "No I will not leave her here with you, not tonight."

Brad stood up and balled his fist. "Then I guess I'll just have to make you leave."

Now my adrenalin was flowing. I continued staring at him. "There isn't any doubt in my mind that you can beat me up, but I promise you that you are going to have to do just that. I will not leave without my wife. If you hit me I promise that I will fight back as hard as I possibly can and I will not stop fighting until I'm either unconscious or dead. Before you start this fight and you will have to be the one who throws the first punch, I suggest you think about this. I intend to create such a ruckus that Billy the bartender is going to have to call the police. I doubt very much that you will be able to get out of here before they arrive. When they do get here I would imagine that we will both be arrested for disorderly conduct."

I smiled at Brad. "Of course the story that will come out of this is that we got into a fight because I was trying to stop you from seducing my wife."

I glanced down at his left hand. "I notice that you're wearing a wedding band. I wonder how your wife will feel when she finds out that you were jailed for beating up a jealous husband who was just trying to defend his wife's honor."

I let that sink in for a moment and then I added. "You're also wearing an expensive looking business suit. I would imagine that you have a very good job. I wonder how your employer will respond when he finds out that you were involved in a bar fight with a jealous husband."

I laughed. "I work as a clerk in a convenience store. My boss is a retired navy cook. He not only won't be angry when he finds out what happened, he'll come down to the jail and bail me out and then he'll probably give me a raise."

Brad stared at me. I stared right back at him. After a moment he shook his head. "You two mother fuckers are crazy. I'm getting the hell out of here." He threw two twenty dollar bills on the bar and yelled at Billy, "That should cover my tab. Keep the mother fuckin change." And then he roughly pushed me aside and stormed out of the restaurant.

As soon as he was gone I looked around the bar. Everyone was staring at me. The men at one of the tables started to applaud. Two men at another table joined them but they also stood up. Suddenly everyone in the bar was giving me a standing ovation.

I gave them a modest bow and then I turned to my wife. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Kelly, I understand why you reacted the way you did and I'm not angry with you, but I can't keep saving you from yourself so I'm going to leave now and catch a bus that will take me home. That should give you plenty of time to pull yourself together and join me there. If you're not there when I get home, I will assume that you decided to keep on wallowing in self pity and let one of these other men pick you up so that you can continue your little display of self flagellation. If you decide to do that, I'll get my car and go back to Albie Porter's house. My things are still there."

I nodded to my wife. "Goodnight Kelly, I hope I see you when I get home, but that's your decision, not mine."

I turned and walked out of the bar. As I left I glanced back at my wife. She was still sitting on the bar stool. Her face was buried in her hands. She was crying. Traci was standing next to her trying to comfort her.

I glanced at my watch as I left the restaurant. It was almost ten o'clock. It was late October. There was a cold wind blowing out of the northwest. As I walked down the deserted street I pulled the collar of my blue blazer up around my neck in an effort to stay warm. It didn't help.

When I got to the corner I sat down on the bus bench and settled in for a long wait. I didn't actually have any idea about when the bus would come, but at that time on a week night I suspected that I might be sitting on that cold bench for quite awhile.

Once I was settled on the bench I took a deep breath and started to relax. As I relaxed I realized that I was exhausted. The entire day had been an emotional roller coaster for me. Even though my meeting with Martin Jackson had only been eleven hours ago, so much had occurred since that meeting that it now felt like it had taken place last year. 

The confrontation with Brad in the restaurant had sapped me of any reserve energy that I might have had. I was drained, but I hoped that the day wasn't over yet. I desperately wanted to find Kelly waiting for me when I finally got home. 

I knew I could take a taxi. It was expensive, but I had plenty of money. I didn't choose to do that because I knew that the bus would be slower. I wanted to be absolutely certain that Kelly had enough time to get home ahead of me. I did not want this last confrontation to be the end of our marriage.

I wondered about the wisdom of leaving my wife at the restaurant. The bar was filled with handsome businessmen and I was certain that many of them probably recognized that she was vulnerable at this moment. 

I considered going back to get her, but I rejected that idea. I'd just stepped in and stopped my wife from making an impulsive decision that I believed she would later regret. Now I felt that it was Kelly's turn to exhibit some strength and character. She'd made a number of promises to me during our earlier discussions that day. If she truly wanted to save our marriage it was now up to her to overcome her anger and disgust with herself and keep those promises.



Courtesan Ch. 12



This is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.



I leaned back against the bus bench and closed my eyes. It was cold and I was tired. At that moment all I wanted was to get back to our house and find Kelly there waiting for me.

I was just about to give up on the bus and take out my cell phone so that I could call a taxi when Kelly's Mercedes pulled up to the curb in front of me. She lowered her window and said, "Timmy I'm so ashamed about what I just did in the bar. I beg you to forgive me. Please get in the car and come home with me."

I sighed. It was a sigh of relief. And then I smiled at her and said, "Of course I forgive you. I told you in the bar that I wasn't angry with you and yes, I would love a ride home."

Kelly was parked on the wrong side of the street. There was very little traffic, so it really didn't matter, but I had to walk around her car to get in on the passenger side. As soon as I was seated and my door was closed Kelly put her car in gear and took off.

For a few moments we rode in silence. I had gotten very cold while I was waiting on that bus bench. The heater in Kelly's car was just starting to produce warm air, so my attention was focused on rubbing my hands together over the closest heat vent.

Kelly saw what I was doing and said, "Poor baby, you must have froze out there. Here let me turn up the fan."

Kelly adjusted a switch on her dashboard and I was suddenly bathed in a stream of warm air. My wife gave me a few minutes to get warm. Once I finally stopped shivering she smiled and asked. "Do you feel better now?"

I nodded. "Yes, thanks for coming to get me. I hate to think about how long I might have had to wait for either the bus or a cab."

"I'm the only one who needs to be doing any thanking tonight. Timmy I'm so sorry I pulled that stupid stunt. I acted like a petulant little brat."

"Hey, it's okay. I understand how you were feeling. That's why I intervened."

Suddenly my wife pulled her Mercedes over to the curb. As soon as the car was stopped she shifted it into park and turned to me. "Timmy that was the bravest most valiant thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm ashamed that I put you into that position, but baby you were wonderful. That man could have hurt you."

I laughed. "Yes he certainly could have." My voice became more serious. "But he didn't and it's over now."

Kelly nodded. "I know, but I want you to know that I will never forget what you did. Timmy I love you so much."

I smiled at her. "I know, and I love you too. That's why I did what I did. Now let's go home."

Kelly grinned at me. "Okay." She put her car into gear, looked over her left shoulder for oncoming cars and pulled back into the traffic lane."

We rode in silence again. The last hour had been emotionally very intense. We both needed a little time to catch our breath. 

After a few minutes Kelly broke the silence. "Timmy before you started telling me about how the partners manipulated me, when we were still talking about my going back to work for the firm, you said that money might not be an issue for us. Why did you say that?"

"Remember that I told you that Martin started my meeting with him by telling me that he felt we were in a position to sue the firm?"

"Yes."

"He told me that his lawyers felt that we could probably expect to get a settlement that was somewhere between five hundred thousand and two million dollars.'

"Really?"

"Yes, but Martin offered us an immediate settlement of four million dollars."

Kelly pulled over to the curb again. Once the car was stopped she looked at me and asked, "Why would he do that?"

"Because the partners feel bad about what they did to us. He also offered to double the amount if we're able to reconcile our differences and continue being married."

"Timmy, is that true?"

"Yes and he also told me that if we're willing to trust him with the eight million dollars for five years he was quite certain that he could turn it into thirty million dollars."

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "I don't understand."

I smiled at my wife. "Martin Jackson is a ruthless businessman, but I don't think he's a bad man. I've never met John Reynolds, but my first impression of Wendell Tyler is that he is in fact a very good man. I believe that these men feel guilty and negligent because they made a mistake."

"What was the mistake?"

"I told you earlier, but at the time I think you were so focused on how they'd manipulated you that you didn't hear me. When they were doing their background research on us they missed the fact that on our wedding day you made a vow of fidelity to me and you wanted to try to honor it. If they'd been aware of that, I don't believe they ever would have tried to entice you to become a hostess. Kelly, the money they're offering us is more an attempt to atone for that error than a legal settlement."

I smiled. "Kelly honey, do you believe that Wendell Tyler would ever try to trick you into doing something that you didn't want to do?"

"But why couldn't they have just asked me if I wanted to become a hostess? Why did they have to trick me."

"Come on Kelly, you're smarter than that."

She sighed. "Yes, you're right. They didn't actually try to trick me, they just presented me with a series of choices."

"That's right, they never actually coerced you into doing anything, You could have continued to resist Chris's advances. You could have rebuffed John Reynolds that night after the dinner at the Goldenrod. When you were given your promotion you didn't have to thank Martin and Wendell with blow jobs and when they asked you to meet with Eric in that hotel room, you could have said, no."

Kelly nodded, "You're right; I did those things because I wanted to do them." She looked at me. "So why are they feeling so guilty?"

"Because they found out that you had been trying to remain faithful to me. They'd deliberately created an atmosphere of temptation and now they've discovered that you didn't want to be tempted. I suppose you could say that it was a little like giving a two pound box of very expensive chocolates to a woman who you later discovered was trying to diet."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy what are we going to do?"

"Let's start by going home."

She smiled. "Okay." Kelly put her car into gear and pulled back out into the traffic lane.

For a few minutes, neither of us said anything. Both of us were thinking about the situation. Finally Kelly glanced over at me and asked, "What do you think we should do?"

"What did you want to do before I started telling you about all of this?"

Kelly laughed. "Try to get my job back."

"Is there any reason to abandon that plan?"

"Well of course there is, they..."

I interrupted Kelly and finished her sentence for her. "They enticed you into taking the most wonderful job you could possibly imagine."

Kelly thought about that for a moment and then she started to smile. "Yes they did, didn't they."

"Their only mistake was that they didn't realize that you were trying to be faithful to me." I shook my head. "But over the last ten hours I think we've both come to the conclusion that that wasn't a very good plan. It was a life style you thought your mothers and sisters wanted us to lead, but it wasn't a life style either of us wanted."

Grinning at Kelly, I said; "I think we should probably be thanking the partners for helping us find our way back to a life that both of us really want to live."

"Timmy, this is all very confusing."

I nodded. "Yes, it certainly is."

"I still don't know what I should do. It's hard for me to stop being angry with them. They made me hurt you so badly."

"Kelly remember, you lied to them. They may have manipulated you, but you also mislead them."

"Yes, I suppose that is true."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "What about the money? If I go back to my old job won't that weaken our legal position?"

"Yes I'm sure it will, but do you really want to sue them?"

"Timmy we could be rich."

"We're already rich. We have each other. Kelly, you've never been motivated by money. Sex has always been your passion. I also remind you that your job as a hostess paid you a very generous salary."

"It almost sounds like you want me to go back to my old job."

I shrugged. "I guess maybe I do. I know one thing for certain."

"What's that?"

"I don't want you to make a decision that you might regret for the rest of your life because of the possibility of a little extra money."

Kelly was quiet again. She was obviously considering all of this. Finally she glanced over at me and asked, "Timmy what should I do?"

"I think you should try to gather a little more information."

"How can I do that?"

"Tomorrow while I'm at work, why don't you talk with Wendell and Chris Kendricks. Find out what they have to say about all of this. You trusted both of them, didn't you?"

"Yes I did, but I'm not sure I can trust them anymore."

"Kelly, you have always been an excellent judge of people and these two men were very good friends. I think you owe them the benefit of the doubt. Go see them with an open mind."

Kelly turned her Mercedes onto our street. Just before she got to our driveway she pushed a button above her windshield and our garage door started to open. Once it was up she drove into the garage and put the car in park.

As soon as we were stopped I winked at my wife and said. "After you're done talking with Chris you might see if he'd like to fuck you."

Kelly turned to me and yelled, "Timmy!"

I grinned at her and then I casually shrugged. "Earlier today you told me that you haven't been properly fucked in over a week. I would think Chris would be the perfect guy to take care of that problem for you."

"Are you sure that would be okay with you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm very sure. You just have to promise to tell me all about it when you get home."

Kelly giggled. "Maybe after we're done discussing this situation Chris and I can have some hot makeup sex."

I laughed. "That sounds like an excellent plan."

My wife poked me in my ribs. "Come on studman, let's go inside. You've got me in the mood for some hot sex right now. I can't wait to feel your tiny cock in my pussy and my ass."

I raised my eyebrows. "In your ass?"

"Oh yes big guy, tonight I am going to introduce you to the joys of anal intercourse."

The moment we were inside the house Kelly grabbed me, pulled me to her and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. I put my arms around her and kissed her back. I don't know how long we kissed. We didn't care about time. The only thing that mattered to us was loving each other.

Once we finally did break apart, Kelly slipped my sports jacket off of my shoulders. After she tossed it on the couch she loosened my tie, pulled it off of me and threw it at my sports jacket. Then she started unfastening the buttons on my shirt. 

As soon as my shirt was open she started rubbing my chest and whispered, "When I was entertaining a man in Las Vegas we would spend the evening having dinner and gambling in the casino. Once my date was ready, we would go back to his room. After the door was closed and locked I would peel off his suit coat, remove his tie and unbutton his shirt just like I did to you now. Then I would whisper these words in his ear; Finish undressing and make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'm going to put on a little show for you. I think you'll enjoy it."

Kelly nibbled my ear, rubbed my nipple and said in a very soft voice, "Finish undressing, go into our bedroom and make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'm going to put on a little show for you. I think you'll enjoy it." She reached down, massaged my tiny erection through my trousers and added, "What do you say big fella, are you interested?"

I slowly nodded and then I kissed her cheek and answered, "Yes, I'm very interested."

As soon as I got into our bedroom I took off my clothes. Just as I was sitting down on the bed Kelly walked in carrying a boom box that she used in the summer time while she was sun bathing on our patio. She plugged her mp3 player into it and selected a song. A moment later Al Green started singing, "Let's Get It On."

My wife grinned at me as she slowly swayed her hips to the easy tempo of the rhythm and blues song. "Timmy when I entertained a guy in Vegas I always danced for him when we got back to his room. I loved using this song. It sets the mood so nicely."

Kelly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. As she picked it up and tossed it onto her dresser she looked at my tiny erection and giggled. "Apparently it's already gotten you in the mood."

I blushed. She smiled at me. "Timmy honey you are so cute when you blush. It's one of the many things I love about you."

I didn't say anything, mostly because I couldn't think of anything to say. My mind was much too preoccupied with the sight in front of me. My wife was absolutely gorgeous. Her long blond hair hung loosely around her shoulders. The black lingerie she was wearing created an allure of elegance that I had never before seen in her.

Her soft milky white skin looked like alabaster and combined with her graceful athletic body to create the impression that I was watching the statue of an ancient Greek goddess coming to life. 

When I looked at my wife's beautiful face, I realized that she looked more like an Egyptian goddess of fertility. Her mesmerizing eyes were decorated with a heavy layer of dark mascara and eye liner and her lips were painted a deep shade of crimson. Her lingerie and high heeled shoes were indeed elegant, but it was the elegance of a voluptuous courtesan rather than a chaste queen. Kelly was a goddess, but she wasn't a goddess of purity and virtue, she was a goddess of lust and uninhibited passion. 

Still swaying her luscious hips in time to the music, Kelly lasciviously stared into my eyes while she reached behind her and unclasped the fastener on her black lace brassiere. Rather than allowing the brassiere fall free, she quickly put her hands over the cups and held them in place while she continued to dance for me. As she danced she giggled, "Hey big boy, are you ready to meet the twins?"

I slowly nodded. I was much too aroused to speak.

Kelly laughed. "Are you sure your heart can stand this?"

My wife and I were both 24. The comment struck me as inappropriate, but then I realized what was happening. Kelly was showing me a very well rehearsed act. This was exactly what she said and did every time she entertained a man for the firm. I wasn't offended. Kelly had promised me that tonight I would enjoy all the pleasures that she'd been giving to other men over the past year and in her own way she was doing the best she could to keep that promise.

I smiled at her and said, "No, I think I'll be all right."

Kelly grinned. "That's good, because I wouldn't want to have to dial 911." Again, I was quite certain that the comment was part of a well memorized script.

"If you think it's safe, then it's time for you to meet the twins." Kelly pulled her brassiere away and exposed her large firm breasts. Now as she danced she was deliberately moving her shoulders as well as her hips. She was shaking those beautiful breasts for me. "Do you like them Timmy? Do you like my great big titties?" 

She moved closer to me. She was right next to the bed standing between my legs. Still moving in time to the music, she said, "You can touch them. They belong to you tonight. You can play with them as much as you want." She leaned over, picked up my hands and placed one of them on each of her breasts. "Play with them Timmy, pull on my nipples, twist them a little. I like that."

Kelly continued dancing for me while I freely fondled her nipples. As I was doing it I got a little masochistic cuckold thrill out of knowing during the past year a large number of other men had been given this same privilege.

While I played with Kelly's breasts she slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and started inching them down her hips. As she was doing it she teased me. "I'll bet you'd like to see my pussy, wouldn't you Timmy. It's very wet and it's just for you."

This was clearly one the reasons my wife was such a good hostess. She was very adept at making a man believe that he was the most important person in the entire world.

I stopped playing with Kelly's nipples and watched as she continued to slowly lower her panties. When she got to the point where she was about to expose the cleft of her pussy she flashed me a mischievous smile and said, "Are you sure you want to see my pussy?" The was a twinkle in her eye. She was toying with me and she was enjoying it.

I nodded my head.

Kelly was still swinging her hips in time to the music. Her panties were now nothing more than a thin line of bunched up black lace that just barely hid her sex. Her large breasts swung freely in front of my eyes. The room was filled with sexual energy. There wasn't any question that my wife was very skilled at arousing a man.

She grabbed my hands and put them on the waist band of her panties. "If you want to see my pussy, you'll have to pull my panties down."

Taking a deep breath, I slowly lowered the bunched up line of black lace and exposed the swollen lips of my wife's smoothly shaved cunt. I took a moment to look at it and then I pulled Kelly's panties all the way down to her knees. 

Once her pussy was fully exposed she stared into my eyes and placed first one and then two fingers into her sex and fucked herself while she continued dancing to the rhythmic strains of the music playing in the background. After a moment she took the fingers out of her cunt and held them up to my lips. They glistened with the moisture of her arousal. "Open your mouth Timmy, open your mouth so you can taste me."

I parted my lips and Kelly pushed her wet fingers into my mouth. "Timmy, you like the taste of my pussy, don't you?"

I looked at her and breathlessly answered, "Yes, very much."

"Timmy, my cunt is dripping wet." She took my right hand and placed it between her thighs. She was wet, very wet.

"Fuck me with your fingers Timmy, fuck me while I dance for you."

For the next few moments Kelly stood between my legs with her panties around her knees, swinging her hips and shoulders in time to the music while I pushed two of my fingers in and out of her sopping cunt and massaged her engorged clitoris with the heel of my hand,

Suddenly she stopped dancing, pushed her panties to her ankles and kicked them off. My hand was still between her legs, my fingers were still buried in her cunt. Kelly stared into my eyes while she gently took hold of my wrist, removed my hand from between her thighs and brought it to her lips. She put the two fingers that had been fucking her cunt into her mouth and started fellating them. As she did this, she smiled at me and said; "Timmy I want to give you a blow job. Will let me do that? Will you let me put your big hard cock in my mouth and suck it?"

Nodding, I quietly answered; "Yes please." I assumed that the question was part of my wife's regular routine and as she dropped to her knees I wondered how many men had answered the question with the word, please.




Courtesan Ch. 12



As soon as my wife was kneeling between my legs she picked up my tiny penis and gently held it in her fingers while she leaned over and lovingly kissed the head.

My breath caught. I was very aroused and Kelly's fingers and lips felt wonderful, but I Suddenly started to worry. I knew that it would be a matter of seconds before I began ejaculating and I also knew that there was nothing I could do to stop it.

My wife sensed my unease and immediately grasped its cause. She looked up at me and in her most gentle voice said, "Don't worry Timmy, I want you to cum quickly. This is only the first of several orgasms you're going to have tonight. You'll be able to last much longer when you have the next two. Now just relax and let yourself go. I want you to enjoy this."

Kelly leaned forward again, put my cock in her mouth and started aggressively sucking me. I understood exactly what she was doing. Since I was going to cum almost immediately, there wasn't any reason to fool around with teasing and fondling. The last thing either of us wanted to have happen was for me to cum by accident while Kelly was playing with me.

Her sucking had an almost instantaneous effect. It began with a warm glow throughout my midsection and then the familiar tingling started in my loins. I could have warned Kelly, but I knew she didn't care. She loves it when a guy cums in her mouth. 

Suddenly a burst of pleasure exploded inside of me and I pumped several spurts of semen into my wife's mouth. Kelly kept sucking me. It felt like she was trying to coax every last drop of cum out to my cock before she was willing to end the blow job.

Eventually she did stop sucking me. Once she was finished she took my softening cock out of her mouth, crawled up on the bed next to me and whispered in my ear. "Timmy honey, did you enjoy that?"

I laughed. "Kelly, it was wonderful."

I was lying on my back. She put her arm around my chest, cuddled up to my side and nuzzled my neck. "Good, I was hoping you'd like it."

For a few minutes we cuddled together on the bed and then Kelly sat up and started smiling at me. 

I looked at her, there was a wicked glint in her eye. I had to ask. "What is it?"

She kept smiling. "I wouldn't normally ask one of my dates this question. If he wanted to do it he could, but he would have to request it."

I shook my head. "I still don't understand."

Kelly grinned at me. "Feel like returning the favor while you're recovering?"

Suddenly I realized what she was talking about and I started laughing. "Sorry, sometimes I can be a little obtuse."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Only sometimes?"

"Hey be nice and yes, you know me; I would love to return the favor."

"I was hoping you'd say that." She turned around so that she was facing my feet and then she swung one of her legs over my head and positioned her pussy directly over my face. "Are you ready Timmy? Pat my thigh if you can't breathe."

"Yes, I'm ready and I guarantee you that if I'm having trouble breathing you'll be the first person I'll tell ."

"Who the hell else would you tell?"

"I thought I might call your mother and your sisters."

Kelly reached behind her and playfully slapped my cheek. "Quit fooling around and start eating my pussy." Then without giving me an opportunity to respond she sat down on my face and pressed her very wet cunt against my lips.

My wife and I were now in very familiar territory. This was something we'd been doing since we were sophomores in college. The very first afternoon we fooled around we figured out that Kelly loved having me go down on her, and I loved doing it. Since that day, giving Kelly oral pleasure has been the primary focus of our lovemaking.

Kelly also quickly learned that she loved sitting on my face while I pleasured her. It was a matter of control. When she was riding me she could dictate where I had my tongue. If she leaned forward, she could push her clit into my mouth and if she leaned back and slid her hips forward she could press her ass against my face so that I could lick her asshole. 

In this position she can also control how hard her pussy or ass is pressed into my face. Generally when we begin our lovemaking Kelly will kneel over me so that I am just licking her, but as she becomes increasingly aroused she likes to kick her legs forward and actually sit down on my face. Once she's in that position she can grind her pelvis against my lips and nose and pleasure herself with relentless intensity. 

We soon figured out that we needed to have a signal so that I could let Kelly know if I was having trouble breathing. Once she was actually sitting on my face she was often so absorbed in her own gratification that she'd forget about me. We quickly realized it was possible that she might inadvertently lock me in a position where I could neither move nor breathe. While I often joked about how I couldn't imagine a better way to die, I didn't actually have any interest in making the supreme sacrifice for my wife's pleasure.

When we started to dabble with sexual domination and sadomasochism Kelly discovered another advantage to the position. She could control the intensity with which I licked her by twisting my nipples and when she was feeling particularly nasty, slapping my cock and balls. Being an avowed masochist, I both loved and feared that discovery.

Kelly was still kneeling over me, so I wasn't yet bearing the burden of her full weight on my face. This allowed me to start by gently kissing the cleft of her wet cunt.

When she felt my lips touching her, she sighed and said, "Timmy, that feels so nice. I can't tell you how much I've missed the feel of your lips kissing my pussy. Baby I'm so sorry that I got confused. I promise to try very hard to never let it happen again."

Since my wife was still kneeling and wasn't yet actually sitting on my face, I was able to talk. "Hey, it's okay, we've put all of that behind us. You just danced for me and gave me a wonderful blow job, now I want you to enjoy this. Kelly honey, you should just forget everything, relax and let yourself go."

She giggled. "I've never had any trouble letting go."

I laughed. "That's the truth."

Kelly wiggled her butt and said, "Okay pussyboy, you asked for it. Get busy, my cunt hasn't been properly licked for several weeks."

Actually it was probably closer to several months, but that was water over the dam. The last thing we needed to do was start discussing our problems again, so I answered my wife by pushing my tongue into her cunt. 

Both of us sighed at the same time. Kelly was enjoying the touch of my tongue and I was savoring the taste of her aroused pussy. I closed my eyes and started licking her. She didn't move. I could feel an electric tension in her body. She was relishing the sweet sensations I was giving her.

Kelly sat up and slid her hips forward so that her rear was directly over my face. "Timmy, I want to feel your tongue in my ass. It's been so long. Lick me baby, lick my asshole for me."

This was not something I had to be cajoled into doing. I loved to lick Kelly's asshole. I put my hands on her hips, pulled her to me and softly kissed her tiny hole.

Kelly cooed with delight when she felt the touch of my lips. "Yes Timmy, kiss me, kiss my ass, show me that I'm your goddess, worship me."

It was clear that we had at least temporarily stopped playing the scene where I was my wife's Las Vegas date, but I didn't care. The date game was fun, but worshiping Kelly my passion.

"Timmy I love it when you kiss me there. Give me a French kiss, I want to feel your tongue in my ass." Apparently Kelly agreed with me.

I eagerly pushed my tongue into Kelly's asshole and tasted her for the first time in weeks. 

When she felt me pushing my tongue into her, Kelly ground her rear into my face and cried; "Oh my god Timmy that feels so good. Do it, eat me, eat my asshole."

I wrapped my arms around my wife's waist, pulled her ass tighter against my face and pushed my tongue even deeper into her puckered anus. This was an expression of my love and complete devotion to Kelly. I wanted her to know that I was willing to give myself to her totally. 

Kelly's breath caught as she felt, then sensed and finally understood what I was doing. "Yes Timmy, lick me and kiss me. Show me that you belong to me, that you're mine."

I tried to push my tongue even deeper into my wife's ass. She cried with delight when she felt me doing it. "Oh god Timmy, that's wonderful."

Kelly reached between her legs and started rubbing her engorged clitoris while I continued probing her ass with my tongue. "Yes Timmy, lick me! Show me that you're willing to anything for me."

We were now both completely absorbed in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust. Our ardent passion had demolished the defenses and inhibitions that would normally prevent us from expressing our most secret desires. I couldn't speak, my tongue was buried in my wife's asshole; but I wanted her to know that I was willing to do anything for her. I was willing to devote my life to serving her. I was willing, no I was eager to become her slave.

I wrapped my arms even more tightly around Kelly's waist, pressed my face into the crack of her ass and started licking and kissing her asshole with ungoverned abandon.

Kelly responded by grinding her ass into my face and pushing two fingers into her already soaking pussy while she continued frigging her clit the the fingers of her other hand.

For a moment both of us were completely consumed by our desires. Kelly had become a goddess, selfishly enjoying the pleasures that only an obedient slave would be willing to provide and I had become her devoted servant, eager to satisfy her every whim and desire. 

Suddenly my wife stopped moving. After a moment she arched her back, screamed out the words, "Oh yes!" and started to shake. While she was cumming Kelly ruthlessly ground her rear into my face. I positioned my hands defensively under the cheeks of her ass. If I was going to be suffocated, this was when it was going to happen.

The waves of pleasure battered my wife's body for several seconds and then they slowly started to subside. A few moments later Kelly rolled off of my face, cuddled up next to me and lay silently with her head on my shoulder.

After a minute she sat up and kissed my cheek. "Timmy that was wonderful. Tomorrow night could we spend the whole evening playing Mistress slave games?"

A little thrill rippled up my spine. I grinned at Kelly and said, "Nothing would make me happier. We could even play for the rest of tonight if you'd like that."

Kelly shook her head. "No sweetheart, tonight I've danced for you and sucked your cock, but you still haven't fucked either my pussy or my ass. Before this wonderful evening comes to an end, I'm determined that you're going to enjoy both of those pleasures.

Kelly glanced down at my crotch. My eyes followed hers. I had an erection. 

She grinned at me. "It appears that my big stud is ready for action again. Timmy honey, I think it's time for you to fuck my pussy." She rolled over on her back and spread her legs. "Come on baby doll, it's time for you to go for a ride and I can't wait to give it to you."

Suddenly my mind was flooded with a slew of concerns. Sexual intercourse has never been an activity that I engaged in with confidence. Now as Kelly was inviting me to enjoy her, I was overwhelmed by performance anxiety. I'm sure you can understand. It's human nature. We all tend to avoid activities where we've experienced the humiliation of failure.

Kelly sensed my apprehension and sat up. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

I stared at the sheets underneath me and whispered, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

My wife nodded her head in understanding and then she picked up my hand and gently held it. For a moment we both sat on the bed in silence. Finally Kelly said, "Timmy many of the problems you've had with sexual intercourse in the past have been my fault." 

I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"You're so good at eating my pussy, and I enjoy it so much that I probably haven't given you enough opportunities to perform."

I shook my head. "I still don't understand."

"Timmy, when most healthy young men are having sex they tend to cum quickly the first time they have an orgasm. We've talked about this before. Remember I told you that when I'm partying with a guy I always try to begin by giving him blow job. I like to get that first quick orgasm out of the way. After he's recovered that allows us to get down to some serious fucking and settle into a nice long adventure."

I laughed. "Adventure?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes, a good long fuck is definitely an adventure."

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I've never been part of a good long fuck."

Kelly sighed. "I know that Timmy and I'm trying to explain to you that it's all my fault. I've never given you the same consideration I've given to other guys. When I think about it, I realize that it was due to my own selfishness. As I just mentioned, you're so good at licking my pussy and I enjoy it so much that I've never really tried to set up a nice long fuck with you. The problem started while were in college. I was dating all those other guys and I was getting fucked all the time. When you ate my pussy it was a special treat, so every time we were together, that was what I wanted. I was young and self centered and I didn't consider the possibility that you might enjoy a good long fuck."

My wife was quiet for a moment. She seemed to be thinking. I waited. Finally she said, "When we started to play with sexual domination and cuckolding, that made the problem even worse. It gave me a justification for focusing our lovemaking on my needs."

"Yes, but I love the sex games we play."

"I know you do Timmy, and so do I; but that still doesn't mean you shouldn't get to enjoy a nice long fuck once in awhile."

I nodded, "Yes, that would be nice." And then I sighed and said, "But it really doesn't matter."

Kelly stared at me. "What do you mean?"

"My penis is so small that even if I could fuck you for a long time, neither of us would actually be able to feel it."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "I really have done a number on you haven't I?"

"I don't understand."

"Timmy, size isn't nearly as important as you think it is..."

"But all the cuckold web site say it is."

"Yes they do and I've also teased you about it, but that has more to do with the humiliation games we play than with reality. We both enjoy it when I make fun of your tiny dick and that's also part of the cuckold mystique on the web sites."

"But..."

"When we were in college and I was fucking a lot of different guys, it probably was a little more difficult for me to enjoy your tiny penis, especially right after I'd been with a guy who had a larger cock."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about."

"Timmy, when I started working as a hostess Tonya told me that I had to do kegels and then she taught me how to do them. As a hostess I had to entertain lots of different men. Some of them had big cocks, but some of them also had little cocks just like yours. I had to be able to give all of them a good time."

"What are kegels?"

"They're vaginal exercises. When a woman has a baby her pubococcygeous muscle gets stretched out. The same thing happens to me when a guy with a really big cock fucks me."

"Her what muscle?"

Kelly laughed. "pubococcygeous muscle, just call it the pc muscle."

"What is it?"

My wife picked up my hand and placed it on her pussy. "Put a finger inside me Timmy."

I pushed my middle finger into Kelly's cunt. She was very wet. Suddenly I felt her squeeze my finger.

"Do you feel that Timmy?"

I nodded.

"That's the pc muscle."

I pulled my finger back out of my wife's cunt, but as I pulled it out I deliberately moved up to her clit and gave it a little tweak.

Kelly giggled. "Hey no fair, we're in the middle of a serious discussion."

I winked at her. "Sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

My wife reached over and gave my nipple a vicious twist. I yelped from the pain. She laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't stop myself."

I shook my head in mock protest. "That's not fair. When I rubbed your clit it made you feel good. When you twisted my nipple it hurt."

Kelly grinned at me. "I'm a top and you're a bottom. You give me pleasure and I give you pain. That's just the way it is."

I stared at Kelly. She looked at me. After a moment she said, "What?"

I took a deep breath and said, "What you just said."

"Yes?"

"It made my cock even harder."

Kelly smiled. "It made my pussy tingle too. Timmy, we really were destined to be together."

"Want to play around some more?"

"I want you to fuck me." There was a tone of determination in Kelly's voice. "But first I want to be sure you understand what I'm telling you."

"Okay, go ahead.'

"Timmy, the pc muscle is just like any other muscle. If you exercise it regularly it gets stronger, firmer and tighter. That means that after a guy with a really big cock fucks me my cunt will be stretched out, but if my pc muscle is well toned it will recover and gradually return to its normal tautness. It's the same thing that happens when you go to the gym and lift weights. The weights will stretch the muscles your working; but if they're well toned, after a day of rest they'll return to their normal condition. If you're not in good shape it will take you longer to recover. Kegels are exercises designed to strengthen the pc muscle and I do them every day. My pc muscle is very well toned."

Kelly giggled. "I also haven't been with a man for over a week now. My pussy is going to be nice and tight. We're both going to enjoy this fuck."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Does that make you feel any better?"

I nodded. "Yes it does." I grinned at her. "Wanna fuck?"

Kelly smiled at me and slowly nodded her head. "Yes I do; very, very much." Then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. "Come on big Tim, give me your best shot."

I climbed on top of my wife. This was not familiar territory for us. In the four years that we'd been together, I could count the number of times that Kelly has let me fuck her on two hands.

Once I was in position I could feel the tip of my penis rubbing against the lips of Kelly's very wet cunt. She put her arms around my shoulders and whispered, "That's right baby, now just relax and push it in."

My cock slipped into Kelly with ease. As soon as I was inside her I felt her vagina squeeze my penis. It felt wonderful, but it also scared me a little. My previous experiences in this situation had all quickly ended with a sudden uncontrolled ejaculation.

Kelly giggled. "That's another advantage of a well toned pc muscle."

"It feels good, but I think you should stop messing with me for a minute. Give me a chance to get used to this situation. I'm kind of nervous, this has always ended disastrously for me."

"Sorry Baby Doll, I'm a little excited and I really do want you to enjoy this. Take a minute and relax. I'm happy. Just having you inside me feels very nice."

We both lay perfectly still. It really was nice. I was on top of Kelly. She had her arms wrapped around my back. Her large breasts were pressed against my chest and miraculously my erect penis was inside of her.

After about moment Kelly whispered, "How are you doing big boy?"

I whispered back, "I think I'm going to be okay."

"I'm sure you are. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"Timmy, fucking is just like dancing and you're a wonderful dancer. Dance with me Timmy. Let's start out with a nice slow waltz."

"I don't understand."

"Timmy, I'll count the cadence. One, two, three; one, two, three; one, two, three."

"I'm still confused."

"Okay, try this. In, rest, out; in, rest, out; in, rest, out. "




Courtesan Ch. 12



I tried it.

After a few seconds Kelly said, "Oh yes baby, now you've got it. That feels so nice. Keep that rhythm sweetheart." She giggled. "I could do this all night long with you."

Amazingly I believed that I could too and it was a marvelous feeling. My confidence grew. I started to become adventurous. I whispered to my wife, "Kelly, do you remember when we took dancing lessons while we were juniors?"

"Of course."

"Do you remember the rhumba?"

"Timmy!"

"Do you?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Come on, we can do it. You remember; slow, quick, quick."

"Timmy this is sil...Oh god, that feels good." Kelly started to giggle. "Timmy this is great." She wrapped her legs around my thighs and we rhumbad. 

We rhumbad ourselves right into a sexual frenzy. Soon both of us were sweating and panting. It became harder to keep the rhythm. It wasn't long before slow, quick, quick degenerated into quick, quick, quick.

Suddenly Kelly screamed. "Timmy just fuck me. Fuck me like an animal. Make me cum."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I stopped being Timmy the Latin lover and turned into Timmy the pile driving piston. 

Kelly started laughing and giggling with delight. She bucked her hips in an effort to meet each of my thrusts. We began pounding at each other like two warriors engaged in mortal combat.

Suddenly I felt all the muscles in Kelly's body tighten. There was a brief moment of stillness and then she dug her fingernails into my back and screamed. I recognized immediately that she was having an orgasm, but I sensed that I should just keep fucking her. As I continued pushing my cock in and out of Kelly I felt the familiar tingling begin to build in my loins and then a burst of pleasure exploded in my gut and I started pumping my cum into my wife's womb.

Chaos reigned. Kelly was laughing and giggling like a teenager. Her legs were locked tightly around my buttocks. Her fingers were clawing at my back. I was trying to keep on pumping my cock in and out of her, but she wouldn't let me. She was apparently trying to hold me as deeply inside her as she possibly could while I finished ejaculating every last drop of my cum into her cunt. 

Eventually, like two windup toys who were slowly becoming unwound we began to relax. I collapsed onto Kelly's comfortable body. Her large breasts were like two supple cushions under my chest. She held me in her arms until she felt my softening penis slip from her semen filled pussy and then she rolled me off of her. 

We lay next to each other in silence. Finally Kelly rolled over on her side and smiled at me. "Studman, you were magnificent." She started to giggle. "I can't wait to tell Tonya and Keisha about the rhumba. Timmy that was fabulous."

And then Kelly was quiet again. She just stared at me. There was a contented smile on her face. My heart was filled with pride. I'd just fucked my wife and she enjoyed it.

Finally Kelly sat up. For a moment she seemed to be thinking about something and then she said, "Timmy would you fuck Mandy?"

The question took me by surprise. It was one thing to eat Tonya's pussy and ass, but I was a submissive cuckold. I wasn't allowed to fuck any other women and even fucking my wife was supposed to be a rare privilege. I shook my head. "I don't know, I don't think I'm supposed to be able to do that kind of thing."

Kelly smiled at me. "It's okay baby. I'm your Mistress. You are correct, you're never allowed to fuck another woman on you own. That would be cheating on me, but if I tell you to do it, then it's okay."

"Are you sure?"

Kelly laughed. "Timmy it's our game. We get to make up the rules."

I thought about this for a moment and then I shrugged. "Okay, I guess if that's what you want I'd be happy to do it."

"I would like that Timmy. Mandy has a very small pussy. She's learned to take big cocks because that's her job; but when a guy first starts fucking her, she always has to make him go slow. It works because she often plays the role of the young virgin."

"What do you mean?"

"Remember I told you that we fulfill fantasies."

"Yes."

"We can all do whatever we're needed to do, but we also all have our specialties. I'm the blond with big tits who loves to give head. Keisha is the black girl. She has four our five different roles she can play. Tonya is the dominatrix. Mandy is the young virgin. Some guys get off on pretending that it's her first time."

"I see."

"Anyway Timmy, Mandy has a very small pussy. I think with you she could relax and really let herself go." Kelly winked at me. "You could teach her to Rhumba."

"Okay, but how will we do this? Do you just want me to call her up and ask her out?"

Kelly burst out laughing. "Timmy, sometimes you are absolutely priceless."

I blushed.

"No honey, we'll do it at a party." She paused to think. "Keisha, Tonya and I can all get dates. You and Mandy would of course be our slaves. After dinner, when the two of you are done cleaning up, we'll bring you into the living room and make you put on sex show for us. Wouldn't that be hot?"

I stared at Kelly. I was totally dumbfounded.

She noticed my reaction and said, "What's the matter baby? Wouldn't you like to do that?"

I looked down at the floor. "I guess so, it just that, I ah well..."

"What baby?"

"I've never even thought about doing something like that."

"Timmy, you think about being a slave all the time."

I shook my head. "No, not that. I mean fucking in front of a group of people."

Kelly smiled. "Oh that. Don't worry honey, you get used to it very quickly. After a while it becomes a real turn on."

"Yes, but you're an exhibitionist."

"And you're a slave who belongs to an exhibitionist. Timmy, I shut you out of my life. It was a terrible mistake. It almost destroyed our marriage. Today we both agreed that I should try to include you in my life. I want to do that. This is going to be a brand new way of living for you. It's going to be filled with a variety of new experiences. You'd better get used to the idea that you're going to be doing a lot of things you never thought about doing before."

I considered this for a moment and then I quietly said, "All right, I'll try; but you're going to have to be patient with me."

Kelly smiled. "Don't worry, I will be; but you're going to have to be willing to try new things."

"I know that. I will."

We sat on the bed in silence. I think we were both contemplating the ramifications this was going to have on our lives.

After a minute Kelly turned to me and said. "Timmy can I ask you something?'

"Of course."

"Earlier tonight when we talked about my going to see Chris Kendricks tomorrow, you suggested that I invite him to fuck me."

"Yes, I think you'd enjoy that."

"Yes, I would; but you understand that if I do let Chris fuck me with his big cock tomorrow, my pussy will be too stretched out for me to feel your little penis if you want to fuck me tomorrow night. Even with the kegels it takes a day or two for my pc muscle to recover."

I smiled at Kelly. "I know. I still want you to let Chris fuck you tomorrow. I'm a submissive cuckold. Being allowed to actually fuck you should be a rare privilege. Besides, I thought we already decided that tomorrow night should be a mistress slave night."

Kelly nodded. "Yes we did, didn't we."

"I'm already looking forward to it, and I think it will be even more fun if I know that you let Chris fuck you in the afternoon."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

My wife thought about this for a moment and then she said, "Timmy would it be all right if I invited Chris to be my dinner guest tomorrow night? You would be my slave. I would expect you to prepare and serve the dinner and wait on us for the entire evening. After dinner I'm fairly certain that Chris would be willing to let you watch while he fucks me."

My entire body started to tingle with excitement, but at the same time, a knot of fear began to form in my gut. This was beginning to feel like a decision point for me. The party scene with Mandy and now the dinner with Chris made it clear that Kelly was trying to include me in her professional and social life; but it was also becoming apparent to me that my involvement was, at least in part, going to be as her slave. 

I was an eager participant in our sexual domination games, but they had always been casual, spur of the moment escapades. They had never really been planned or even discussed by Kelly and me. Now my role as Kelly's slave was being defined and not only with Kelly, but others as well. 

I knew that it wouldn't actually change my personal relationship with Kelly. Despite our recent difficulties, I was confident that in addition to being husband and wife, we were also close friends and enjoyed each other much too much for that to ever happen.

As I thought about it, I began to understand that it wasn't the perception of others that concerned me, it was Kelly's perception of me and my perception of myself. That realization alleviated my fears. Kelly and I understood exactly who both of us really were. That was why I was able to understand and get by the events of the past year so easily. I knew my wife and I understood exactly how she fell into the situation that eventually entrapped her. I also trusted that Kelly understood that our sex games were just that, games. This discussion wasn't about changing our relationship; it was about formally defining our games, playing them more frequently and including other people. That prospect didn't scare me, it excited me.

Kelly was watching me intently. She was a bright woman and she knew me. She recognized that I was considering this question very carefully. "Timmy, tomorrow night would just be a trial. After Chris leaves we can talk about it and decide if it's something we'd like to do more often."

Kelly was trying to reduce the importance of this moment and make the formal definition of my role as her slave occur a little more gradually.

I appreciated her attempt. It was comforting, but I didn't really think I needed it. Kelly was offering me a life of games that I had been fantasizing about for several years. The only real fear I had was, would the reality be as good as the fantasy. I decided that there was only one way I would ever know.

I took a deep breath and said; "Ms. Mason, what would you like me to serve for dinner tomorrow night?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "Are we really going to do it?"

"You'd like to, wouldn't you?"

Slowly nodding, Kelly said; "Yes Dicklet, I'd like that very much."

I raised my eyebrows. "Dicklet? I thought we just established that size doesn't matter."

I was just teasing and Kelly knew it, but she chose to give me a serious answer anyway. "You're right. As long my pussy hasn't been stretched out by a bigger cock, size doesn't matter; but that's just physical. We also have to consider the psychological aspect. I happen to find big cocks aesthetically pleasing." 

She giggled. "Actually I find them outrageously exciting. I love looking at them, playing with them and sucking them. Timmy honey I love you more than you can possibly imagine and I adore your tiny penis. It will always be my favorite cock in the entire world, but that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate other cocks. A great big dick that has a slight upward curve to it when it's fully erect, absolutely takes my breath away. It always has and it always will."

Kelly paused for a second and then with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she said; "We both know that the size of your penis is a source of humiliation for you and we also know that you get a huge masochistic thrill out of being humiliated." She grinned at me. "And I just happen to get a very big sadistic thrill out of humiliating you. Timmy, size may not matter, but pretending that it does certainly adds excitement to the games we play."

She winked at me. "And since we have to spend a few minutes waiting for you to recover anyway, why don't you demonstrate to me that you understand exactly how a good slave should treat his Mistress."

Kelly's explanation made my entire body tingle. She was of course correct. I was a masochist. I didn't just enjoy humiliation, I relished it and the fact that my wife got just as big a thrill from humiliating me made it even more exciting.

I slipped off of the bed, kneeled at my wife's feet and reverently bowed my head. "Ms. Mason, I'm sorry that my penis is so inadequate. I will try to atone for my deficiency by eagerly serving as your loyal slave."

When Kelly heard me she started giggling.

I looked up at her. My feelings were hurt.

Quickly realizing what she'd just done, Kelly slipped forward on the bed, gently pushed my head over so that my cheek was pressed against the inside of her thigh and softly stroked my hair. "Timmy honey, I'm sorry. I wasn't laughing at you, I was giggling because I was so impressed with how good you are."

I looked up at her and quietly said, "I don't understand?"

"Honey, I worked with people who were professional fantasy sex game players and you are as good or better than any of them. Baby, you are an absolutely marvelous sub."

I kissed the inside of my wife's thigh and then I smiled at her and said, "Ms. Mason, may I please have permission to kiss your feet."

Kelly started to giggle again, but she stopped herself. She smiled back at me and said, "You really are good." And then she made what was obviously a concerted effort to adopt a more serious demeanor. After a moment she took a deep breath and said, "Yes Dicklet, that would be very nice. You may kiss my feet."

I picked up my wife's right foot. She sighed when she felt my lips touch her toes. "Timmy, when you kiss my feet it makes me feel so powerful."

I glanced up at Kelly and smiled. Her right hand was on her sex. She was slowly pushing two fingers in and out of her cunt. When I saw what she was doing a surge of excitement rolled through my body. My goddess was enjoying my expression of adoration.

I started passionately kissing and licking Kelly's feet. She responded by closing her eyes and almost violently pleasuring herself with the fingers of her right hand. We were working ourselves into a carnal frenzy. I had a new erection. I was so excited that I started to worry that I might cum without even touching myself.

Suddenly my wife pulled her foot out of my hands and sat up. Her face was flushed. Her large breasts were covered with beads of sweat. Her pussy was soaking wet. "Timmy we have to stop."

I looked at her with a questioning expression.

She smiled at me. "Baby that was wonderful, but all evening I've been looking forward to something and I don't want to go to sleep tonight without having experienced it."

"What is it?"

"Do you remember how you got Tonya off this afternoon?

I nodded.

"You promised that you'd do that for me this evening."

I grinned at Kelly. "Ms. Mason, I'll happily do that for you every day for the rest of our lives."

Kelly laughed. "Dicklet honey, I may just hold you to that promise."

Earlier that day my wife had watched as I got her friend Tonya off by sucking on her clit while I fucked her asshole with my finger. I'd read about it on the Internet during the time Kelly and I weren't having sex because she was totally absorbed and preoccupied with her job. Because of that I'd never had an opportunity to do it for her. I also would have been reluctant to try it because while we were in college Kelly had always been adamant that she would never let one of her dates fuck her ass. At that time I was of course licking her asshole, but her edict kept me from ever daring to try slipping a finger into that forbidden little orifice.

Once she went to work for the firm Kelly's attitude about anal intercourse apparently changed dramatically. Earlier that day she had told me that she was now freely allowing her lovers to enjoy her rear whenever they wanted it.

I smiled to myself, I did in fact remember Kelly making me promise that I would do it for her later that night. Now it was that night and she was holding me to my promise. That was fine with me. Nothing made me happier than giving my wife pleasure.

Kelly pulled her feet up onto the bed and lay back. "This is the right position isn't Babydoll?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ms. Mason, that's perfect." In that position I had free access to both Kelly's pussy and her asshole.

I leaned forward. Kelly sighed as I buried my face in her cunt and started pleasuring her with my tongue. Once I felt her excitement building, I slipped down and began licking her asshole. I wanted to get it nice and wet. As soon as my wife felt my tongue enter her rear she started giggling with delight. 

I loved licking Kelly's asshole and I could have happily kept doing it all night long, but I knew that at that moment she wanted more.

I pulled my face away from Kelly's rear and put my middle finger in my mouth. After getting it nice and wet I placed it on her puckered hole and started slowly pushing it into her. Kelly shivered with excitement as my finger penetrated her. 

I pushed my finger about an inch into her and then I pulled it out again. Kelly quietly groaned with disappointment. I put the finger back into my mouth. After getting it very wet again I pushed it back into my wife. This time it slid in easily and I pushed it in all the way up to my second knuckle.

"Timmy that feels so nice. Don't take it out again, just fuck me with it. Do it nice and slow."

I followed her instructions and started pushing my middle finger in and out of my wife's rear. While I was doing that I leaned forward and gently kissed the lips of her pussy.

Kelly gasped when she felt me kissing her cunt. I immediately extended my tongue and started licking her. She responded by gyrating her hips and grinding her sopping cunt into my face.

I kept fucking my wife's ass with my finger. Kelly was going wild. I found her clit and flicked it with my tongue. This made her giggle. I tantalized her for a moment and then I placed my lips on her engorged love button and sucked it into my mouth.

Kelly's breath caught. She froze. Her entire body was wound like a clock spring in anticipation what was coming next.

I began sucking on her clit.

Kelly started laughing. When she spoke her voice had a rough guttural quality. "Yes Timmy, that's it, that's what I want. Give me a blow job. Suck on my clit like it's a little dick while you finger fuck my ass."

Kelly's wanton display of uncontrolled lasciviousness excited me. I abandoned all pretense of timing and grace and blindly focused all of my attention on giving her pleasure. I sucked on her clit and pumped my finger in and out of her asshole with as much intensity as I possibly could muster.

Kelly started gyrating her hips again. There wasn't any rhythm or style to what we were doing, both of us were caught up in a frenzy of unbridled lust. This was just raw physical pleasure. Suddenly my wife arched her back and started to scream. My first reaction was to back off and allow her to enjoy her orgasm without anymore distractions from me; but after watching Tonya with her earlier in the day, I knew that wasn't the correct response. Instead I continued sucking on Kelly's clit and fucking her ass with my finger.

This orgasm was particularly intense. The convulsions of pleasure seem to go on forever. I don't think either of us cared. We were both immersed in a fog of carnal bliss. 

Finally the torrent of sexual ecstasy that was ravaging my wife started to subside. As the storm weakened Kelly's body seemed to slowly melt into the mattress. I pulled my face away from her glistening cunt, took my finger out of her ass and waited patiently at her feet while she lay quietly on the bed enjoying the tranquil aftermath of her climax.

After a moment Kelly sat up. She took a deep breath and gazed down at me. I was still kneeling on the floor at her feet. She grinned when our eyes met. "Timmy that was magnificent. You really are a very creative lover."




Courtesan Ch. 13



This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Ever since I was a teenager I was taught that girls weren't supposed to enjoy sex. It was something they did to make their boyfriends happy. The problem was, I did like sex. It wasn't something I did to make my boyfriend happy, it was something I did to make me happy.

For a long time that made me feel guilty, but then I met Julie and she loved sex every bit as much as I did. Knowing someone else who is just as perverted as you are makes it so much easier to accept who you are.

Sandra Monroe Attorney at law

My internal alarm clock didn't fail me. I awoke at precisely 5:00 am. Three hours of sleep weren't enough. I was tired and I wanted to stay in bed, but I knew that wasn't a choice. I'd promised Kirby that I'd be at the store by 6:00 and I didn't want to let him down.

I took a quick shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. That made me feel a little bit better. When I returned to her bedroom, Kelly was still asleep. That wasn't a surprise. At this time of the morning my wife was capable of sleeping through a hurricane.

As I laid out the clothes that I was going to wear to work, I wondered why I'd just thought of this room as Kelly's bedroom rather than ours. I immediately knew the answer. I was beginning to think of Kelly as my mistress and me as her slave and I'd learned from the stories on the Internet that a mistress always has her own bedroom.

I opened my underwear drawer and saw the panties that Kelly had given to me. I remembered her edict that I wasn't allowed to wear men's underwear anymore, so I obediently selected a pair of yellow panties trimmed with lace. As I put them on I thought to myself that if I get into a car accident, the panties were certainly going to create a stir in the emergency room.

As soon as I was dressed I kissed Kelly on her forehead, turned off the bedroom light and went into the kitchen. I knew that Kirby would have bagels, cream cheese, orange juice and coffee waiting for me at the store, so I didn't have to bother with breakfast. 

I wrote a quick note to Kelly. 

"Dear Ms. Mason,

I have gone to my job at Kirby's Quickstop. I will be done between 10:00 and 10:30. After that I am going to stop by The Crier. There is some advertising copy that I have to edit before the Friday deadline. I should be home around 3:30. If you need me, you can call me on my cell phone.

I hope your meetings with Chris and Tonya go well today. Please keep me posted.

Last night was a wonderful evening. Words cannot describe the happiness that I felt when I woke up this morning and found you lying in bed next to me. I am so very thankful that we were able to resolve our problems and get back together.

Your loving husband, loyal slave and butt fucking stud

Timmy"

I set the note on the kitchen counter, grabbed my car keys and left for work.

It was 5:45 when I arrived at the Quickstop. Kirby Lundquist, the retired navy cook who was the owner, was behind the counter. The store smelled of freshly brewed coffee. Kirby's face lit up as soon as he saw me walk through the door. "Good morning Timmy! How are you on this fine morning?"

"I'm good Kirby, but I have some bad news for you."

The huge man's smile turned to a frown. "What is it Timmy, more bad news about your wife?"

I shook my head. "No, in fact it's just the opposite. We met yesterday afternoon and agreed to get back together."

"Timmy that's not bad news, that's great news."

"Kirby, she wants me to quit this job. She thinks it's dangerous. She's afraid I'll get shot during a holdup."

Kirby laughed. "I don't see why she'd be worried about that. In the last two years I've only been robbed five times."

"Five times in two years, does Elvira know that?"

"Hell yes, it was one of the reasons she took the job. She's hoping she gets robbed. She's still harboring a lot of anger about the sudden death of her husband." Kirby reached under the counter and pulled out a baseball bat. "If someone tries to rob her, she plans to beat the shit out of him with this."

Elvira Higgins was the afternoon cashier. She relieved me at ten. Elvira was seventy-two years old. She and her husband Maxwell had been married for fifty-one years. Max had died of a sudden heart attack the previous spring. Elvira had told me that her husband's death had been devastating for her. I believed Kirby when he said that she was harboring some pent up anger. 

I smiled at Kirby. "Remind me to never get on Elvira's bad side."

Kirby nodded. "I think that's a very good idea." 

I poured myself a cup of coffee. As I was taking my first sip Kirby asked, "So are you going to work today."

"Of course I am. I made a promise to you. I don't break promises. I'll keep working until you find someone to replace me."

"Timmy I appreciate that, but you don't have to do it. Your marriage is more important than this stupid store. Hell I'm not even making a profit anymore. I just keep it open because Elvira and I don't have anything better to do. If you need to quit, the two of us will understand and we'll get by."

"Thanks Kirby, but I'll keep working until you find a replacement, just don't tell Kelly about the robberies."

He chuckled. "My lips are sealed."

We talked for a few more minutes and then Kirby went to his apartment above the store so that he could get some sleep.

The time flew by. The store gets pretty busy during the morning rush hour. Everyone wants coffee, a newspaper and one of the sweet rolls or bagels that Kirby has a local bakery deliver fresh every morning.

By nine o'clock the rush started to die down. The store would be fairly quiet for the rest of my shift.

At nine fifteen my cell phone rang. I answered it. It was Kelly.

"May I please speak to Mr. Timothy Jamieson, B.F.S."

I laughed, Kelly was teasing me. "B.F.S.?"

"Butt Fucking Stud, that is your proper title isn't it?"

"Actually I'm quite certain that B.F.S. is only a temporary title. I think my real title is, P.L.C.W."

"P.L.C.W.?"

"Pussy Licking Cuckold Wimp."

"Oh yes, I think that's a very appropriate title, especially for today." Kelly giggled. "But, I'm sure that I'm still going to want to occasionally play with Timothy Jamieson the Butt Fucking Stud."

"Both he and Timmy the Pussy Licking Cuckold Wimp, will always be at your beck and call."

I heard my wife take a deep breath and then she said, "Timmy you cannot possibly imagine how much that idea excites me."

"I think I can because it excites me just as much."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"Timmy I think we're going to have a wonderfully exciting evening."

"What are your plans for the day?"

"I just finished talking to Chris Kendrick's and Tonya. I'm going to meet Chris at noon for lunch at the Goldenrod Supper club."

"Do you think you're still welcome there after the scene we put on last night?"

Kelly laughed. "Oh yes, in fact after you left the restaurant last night I talked to Percy Ballentine. He manages the Goldenrod. He and the rest of the restaurant staff all think you're a hero. The next time we go there for dinner Percy wants to meet you and buy you a drink. Face it studman, you now have another title, B.B.H."

"B.B.H.?"

"Bar Brawling Hero."

I shook my head. "I think I could get killed trying to maintain that title."

"Yes, you're right; maybe we should forget about that one. I don't want my sweet babydoll to get hurt."

"Kelly, is Chris coming for dinner tonight?"

"Oh my! I must be talking to the pussy licking cuckold wimp right now."

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up. If I remember correctly yesterday afternoon you were lamenting the fact that it's been almost two weeks since your were properly fucked by a really big cock."

Kelly giggled. "You have a very good memory. I'm going to wait to see how lunch goes before I invite him. Are you sure you're ready for what's going to happen tonight if he accepts?"

Kelly's question excited me. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes I am."

"Timmy I hope that lunch goes well, because the idea of you serving as my slave while I entertain Chris is getting me very wet. Is your little soldier standing at attention."

I laughed. "Yes he is and I hope I don't have to step out from behind the cash register."

"Do you really think anyone would notice?"

"Hey, that was mean."

"Yes it was. My sadistic streak is waking up. Dicklet you'd better prepare yourself. I think that's just the first of many humiliating things I'm going to say to you today."

"It appears that I'm in store for a very exciting evening."

"We both are. Your note said that you'd be home around 3:30."

"That's right."

"I'll call you before I meet Tonya and let you know if I'll be entertaining a guest for dinner tonight. That will give you a chance to go the supermarket on your way home from The Crier office."

"You can tell Chris that if he comes over I promise to prepare and serve a very special dinner for the two of you."

"Timmy, that would be so exciting. I really hope this happens."

"So do I."

"Sweetheart I have to go. I'll call you after my lunch with Chris. I love you babydoll."

"I love you too Ms. Mason."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy, I get wet when you call me that."

"It gives me a little tingle too."

"Bye sweetheart."

"Good bye."

Elvira Higgins walked into the store about a half hour after I finished my telephone call with Kelly 

"Good morning Timmy, how are you today?"

"I'm good Elvira, how about you?"

"I'm feeling pretty chipper for a seventy-two year old fussbudget."

I chuckled at Elvira's comment while she hung her coat in the storage closet. As soon as she was done she poured herself a cup of coffee and walked over to the counter.

"So tell me about the guy in the big black Lincoln that came by here yesterday. When you stopped to pick up your car in the afternoon, you were in and out of the store so quickly that I didn't have a chance to ask you about it. Last night Kirby and I spent quite a bit of time speculating about what was happening. He thinks you might be working for the CIA."

I laughed. "No Elvira, Kirby is definitely wrong about that. I am not a spy for the CIA."

In the back of my mind I thought that this was a good example of the difference between Kirby and Elvira. They were both loud and brassy; but this morning, even though he was probably dying of curiosity, Kirby was too discreet to ask me about something he viewed as my personal business. Elvira on the other hand, asked me straight out as soon as she saw me this morning.

Elvira stared at me. "All right, you're not a spy. So tell me what is going on. I assume this has to do with the problems you're having with your wife."

I shook my head. "Elvira you certainly can be direct."

"Timmy honey, I'm an old lady. I don't have time to dilly dally."

That made me laugh again. I really liked Elvira. "The man in the Lincoln was named Edward Baylor."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "I already knew that."

I stared at her.

She laughed. "You didn't actually believe I wasn't eavesdropping on everything the two of you said in the store did you? I also know that he said he had a lucrative proposition for you. Kirby thinks he was a spy from another country trying to get you to sell information."

"Kirby has a very creative imagination."

Elvira grinned. "He really does. I think that's one of his most admirable qualities."

I nodded in agreement.

"So tell me about Edward Baylor and his lucrative proposition."

"He was representing Martin Jackson. That's one of the owners of the company that employed my wife. Edward Baylor offered me five thousand dollars if I would agree to meet with Mr. Jackson for thirty minutes."

"That's a lot of money, he must have really wanted to talk to you." She looked at me for a moment and then she asked. "Was he the guy who was having an affair with your wife?"

Suddenly I realized that this was going to be very difficult to explain. I thought about telling Elvira that it was none of her business, but I didn't want to do that. She was my friend and for some reason I felt like she might be able to understand.

I took a deep breath. "Yes and no."

"Yes and no! What kind of an answer is that! Either she was riding the pork pole with him or she wasn't."

"The pork pole? That's a very descriptive phrase for a genteel lady like yourself."

"Genteel? Who said I was genteel? I was never genteel, I'm just old. Besides, that's Kirby's phrase, not mine."

"You and Kirby must have some very frank conversations."

"Why not? He's a retired navy cook and I'm an old lady. Why should anyone care what we talk about." She stared at me. "And before you get any ideas, let me get this straight. I am not riding the pork pole with Kirby. I've never believed in playing around with the people at work. I creates too many complications."

Elvira paused and took a breath. "All right, let's get back to what happened yesterday. Was this Jackson guy boffing your wife?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes he was, but Kelly wasn't actually having an affair with him."

"Really? You mean they were just getting together for an occasional casual roll in the hay."

"That's right.'

"Was he just trying to buy you off?"

"I suppose you could interpret it that way, but I think that it might be better to say that he was trying to atone for some mistakes that he'd made."

"I'm not sure I see the difference."

"It's kind of complicated."

"Timmy honey, I've got all day."

I smiled at Elvira. "Okay, but you have to promise not to judge either Kelly or me and I'm a little nervous about how Kirby would take what I'm going to tell you."

"Timmy, I'm too old and I've made too many mistakes in my life to judge anybody. And don't worry about Kirby, I'll explain things so that he can understand. Besides, he really likes you. He'll want to understand."

I spent the next half hour telling Elvira everything. She was very open minded and her responses and questions relaxed me so I opened up to her and bared my soul. When I was done I thought about what I'd told her and started to worry that I might have given her too much information.

Elvira squashed those concerns immediately. "Your Kelly had quite an exciting job. I have to admit that I'm a little envious."

I looked at her with an amazed expression. 

"Oh yes, during the fifty-one years I was married to Max I always had a little something going on the side. I never cheated on him. He always knew what I was doing. He was like you, he got a little thrill out of knowing that I was sleeping with other men." 

"Are you telling me that Max was a cuckold and you were a hotwife?"

"Those terms have only recently become fashionable; but yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you. Timmy, like your wife, I have always loved sex. Sweetie when I was young I could handle three hot sessions a day and still be ready for more." Elvira smiled at me. "Now that I'm older I've cooled down a little bit. If I get laid three or four times a week I'm very content."

I stared at Elvira. "Are you telling me?"

"Be careful Timmy; I may be old, but I'm not dead."

"But earlier you told me that you and Kirby weren't..."

"And we aren't. I repeat what I said earlier, I have always made it a policy to be very careful about playing around at work."

"Was Max submissive like me?"

Elvira's face broke into a huge smile. "Oh yes, he was both a wonderful husband and my loyal slave for all fifty-one years that we were together. He did all the housework. He remained faithful to me during our entire marriage and he always obeyed me. He was the perfect man."

"Was Max happy living as your slave for all those years?"

Elvira nodded. "Yes, we were both very happy. We often talked about how well we complimented each other and how fortunate we were to have found each other." 

I shook my head. I was finding all of this to be both amazing and strangely comforting. Suddenly Elvira's comment about being content if she got laid three or four times a week actually sunk in. I looked at her. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Elvira rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. I have several gentleman friends. One couldn't possibly be enough." She laughed. "Actually, one was never enough, but now that I'm playing with older men, it's even more important. Older men need a day or two to recuperate before they're ready to go again."

"Elvira, you are an astonishing woman."

"Because I love sex? Timmy you would be astounded by the number of supposedly prim and proper women, even older women, who love to ride the pork pole."

I chuckled. "Elvira I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you utter the phrase, 'riding the pork pole'."

Elvira winked at me. "That's why I use it. I love to shock people." 

I smiled at her.

She stepped behind the counter and playfully poked me in the ribs. "Enough chit chat cuckboy, it's time to get the register tabulated so I can take over."

We both started laughing.

As we were counting the money in the cash drawer Elvira said, "By the way Timmy, Kirby knows all about Max and me. At first he had a little trouble understanding how a man might want to be submissive to his wife and even more trouble with the idea that he might find it exciting when she slept with other men. We've spent a lot of time discussing it and now he's used to the concept. It will be good for him when I tell him about you and Kelly. He'll start to realize that this life style is a lot more common than he thought it was."

By the time I left the store it was almost 11:00. As I was driving out of the parking lot I thought about what Elvira had just told me. I realized that I was envious of Max and I now knew that I would be very happy spending the next fifty years serving the woman I loved.

On my way to The Crier office I stopped by Molly's Cafe and picked up a ham and cheese on rye. Normally I would have eaten my lunch at the cafe while I chatted with Molly, but today I had a lot of work to get done so I had her make my sandwich to go.

When I walked into The Crier office Ellen Conners, the owner, chief editor, ace reporter, secretary receptionist and head of advertising sales was seated at her desk. 

Ellen was a very personable woman in her mid forties. Two years ago Dewayne, her husband of nineteen years came home from "a weekend fishing trip" and announced that he was leaving her and their three children so that he could marry a twenty-two year old stripper and move to Las Vegas. They both planned to become black jack dealers.

The bum had drifted from job to job, drank, gambled, caroused and openly cheated on Ellen for the entire time they'd been married, so the separation was actually a stroke of good fortune for her. Nonetheless, Dewayne had been her first love and he was the father of her three children. It had taken Ellen almost a year to recover from the pain of the divorce.

Fortunately Dewayne wasn't a total jerk. He left Ellen with all of their assets including the house, the newspaper and all of the bank accounts. 

He promised to start sending child support payments as soon as he found work as a black jack dealer, but of course that never happened. He'd called Ellen about a year ago. Shortly after they'd arrived in Las Vegas Dewayne discovered that his stripper had a taste for cocaine. She'd quickly hooked up with a thug who was more than willing to give her as much of the drug as she wanted as long as she was willing to work in his stable of prostitutes. 




Courtesan Ch. 13



Dewayne was of course a problem for the thug. After being severely beaten he was handed a Greyhound bus ticket to Los Angeles with the advice that if he wanted to stay healthy he should never again show his face in Las Vegas.

Dewayne called Ellen because he was broke. He was hoping that she might be willing to loan him a couple of hundred dollars to help him get back on his feet. He had a job at a car wash and he swore that he would "be good for the money."

Ellen's oldest daughter, Kathy was a sophomore at the University, Sarah, her second daughter was a senior in high school and her son, Dewayne Junior was in the ninth grade. She was living on a very tight budget, but she still loved Dewayne so she took two hundred dollars from her emergency savings account and sent him a postal money order.

That was the last time she heard from ex husband. Her children ask about him all the time. Her daughters are now old enough to understand what happened, but Dewayne Junior misses his father terribly and he's starting to act out in school.

Ellen has survived by throwing herself into the tasks of caring for her children and running the newspaper. The stress in her life has taken it's toll. Her hair now has streaks of gray and she's put on weight, but when I look at her I still see a beautiful, energetic woman who is doing her best to make the most out of her life.

Ellen is a good friend and I worry about her constantly. She is barely able to pay me a minimum wage for my efforts at The Crier, but I don't care. She needs my help to keep the newspaper afloat and as long as I'm able, I intend to give her that help.

Ellen looked up when she heard the door open. She smiled when she saw it was me. "Hi Timmy, how are you today?'

"I'm good Ellen, how are you?"

"I've had better days. De got suspended from school yesterday because he got into a fight. I'm going to have to bring him back on Monday morning. We have to meet with the assistant principal before he can start attending his classes again." She sighed. "I'll have to close the office for an hour or two."

Monday was the day we got most of our advertising orders for the issue of The Crier coming out the following week. I could see that Ellen was worried that she was going to lose some revenue because the office was closed.

I smiled at her. "If you can arrange to have the meeting at school at eleven o'clock my shift at Kirby's will be over and I'll be able to cover the office for you."

Ellen's face lit up. "Timmy would you really be willing to do that?"

"Of course I would. Why don't you call the school right now and see if you can make an appointment."

"I will." 

Ellen picked up her telephone and started to dial the number for the school. I walked over to my desk. As I was sitting down Ellen stopped dialing and set her telephone back on her desk. "Timmy, I'm sorry. I'm so wrapped up in my own problems that I almost forgot about yours. How are things going with your wife? I've been so worried about you for the past several days. When I told the girls that you and Kelly had split up, they both started to cry. 

I smiled at Ellen. "You can tell the girls that it looks like everything is going to be okay. Kelly and I spent all of yesterday afternoon talking and I think we were able to resolve our problems. We're going to try to stay together."

Ellen grinned at me. "Timmy that's wonderful news. The girls will be so happy when I tell them. All of us really like both you and Kelly."

"Thanks Ellen, I appreciate your concern."

Ellen picked up her telephone again and finished dialing the school. After a moment I heard her quietly taking to someone. I focused my attention on the first piece of advertising copy that I had to edit. I didn't want to eavesdrop on her personal business.

After a minute Ellen set her telephone down and turned to me. "I have an appointment at the school for eleven o'clock on Monday. Are you sure that will that be okay?"

I nodded. "It will work out perfectly."

I took out my ham and cheese sandwich. "Ellen I have a sandwich from Molly's Cafe. Would you like half of it? It's ham and cheese."

"Thank you Timmy, it sounds good; but Kathy made tuna fish sandwiches for all of us before she left to go to class this morning."

I smiled at Ellen, took a bite of my sandwich and went back to my editing work. Next weeks paper had to be completed and at the printers by 3:00 pm the following day. Neither of us had time for anymore chit chat.

At 1:30 my cell phone rang. I answered it. It was Kelly. 

"Hi baby doll, how's your day going?"

"It's fine Kelly, how was your lunch with Chris?" Ellen was seated at her desk less than fifteen feet away from me, so I didn't want to call Kelly Ms. Mason. I was afraid that it might pique Ellen's curiosity and I wanted to avoid having to try to explain the intimate details of my relationship with my wife to her. I was afraid that Ellen might have trouble understanding our lifestyle, especially considering the problems she'd had in her own marriage. 

Kelly understood immediately. "Ellen must be in the office."

"That's right."

"I think being discreet is wise."

"Tell me about your meeting."

"Timmy you were right to suggest that I talk to Chris. As soon as we sat down at the table he apologized for his continued attempts to seduce me during my first summer with the firm. He told me that before I started working for him he'd read an extensive report in my personnel file. It described my passion for sex with a variety of partners and your apparent acceptance of that behavior."

"Did it bother you that the firm had a report like that in your file?" I glanced over at Ellen to see if she was paying attention to my side of this conversation, but she seemed to be preoccupied. Her attention was focused on revising an article that she had written for next weeks edition of The Crier.

"Timmy it really didn't. While I was at Kelroy I never made any effort to conceal my promiscuity. The fact that I was a campus slut and a bj queen was common knowledge at the school and in fact, we both know that I deliberately cultivated that reputation. The firm always puts together a detailed report about prospective employees before they hire them. I'm sure that while they were interviewing the people who knew me, my promiscuous behavior was immediately brought to their attention. When you think about it, sex was a huge part of my life while I was going to college. The firm has always been very thorough. It would have been uncharacteristically sloppy if they had neglected to include that information in their reports."

"Kelly, I think that's a very good way to look at this. They were just being professional."

"Chris said that after they found out about that, they were really interested in recruiting me as a hostess but he also said the same thing you pointed out to me last night. That is an extremely delicate job offer to make. The current legal environment in the United States makes it difficult to ask a woman if she is interested in becoming a corporate call girl."

"That's right, they had to move very slowly and be absolutely certain that you would be receptive to a business proposition like that before they presented it." I was still trying to be careful to avoid making any kind of a statement that might arouse Ellen's curiosity about the true nature of Kelly's job duties with the firm.

"Yes, now that I've talked to Chris I have a much better understanding of why the firm acted the way they did."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I also had to admit to both Chris and myself that I was at least partly responsible for the misunderstanding because after Chris did succeed in seducing me I lied to him regarding your knowledge about what had happened."

"Yes and that was definitely a factor in how they decided to proceed after that particular incident."

"Is Ellen listening?"

"She may be. I can't be completely certain."

"You're doing a very good job of being surreptitious about your end of this conversation."

"I'm trying. Did Chris's explanation of the events satisfy you?"

"Yes, I'm no longer angry with either Chris or the firm."

"Good, are we having company for dinner tonight?"

"Yes slave boy, we are. Chris was very eager to come over. He feels guilty about how his behavior affected you and he wants to apologize."

"You should tell him that he doesn't need to do that. I understand what happened and I don't hold him responsible."

"I already told him that, but he feels like you were hurt by what happened and he holds himself at least partially responsible for the stress that was placed on our marriage."

"I'll be happy to discuss it with him, but I'll want to move on very quickly. I don't want to put a damper on tonight's dinner party."

"Neither do I and neither does Chris. I think all three of us are equally excited about what's going to happen tonight."

I noticed that Ellen had picked up her telephone was making a call.

"Does Chris understand what my role is going to be?"

"Be careful sweetheart, that might make Ellen curious."

"She's on the telephone. She's not paying any attention to our conversation."

"Good. Yes, he knows that you're going to be acting as my slave and he's excited about the idea. Chris is really very kinky." 

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "Guess what."

"Tell me."

"Chris is willing to let you be in the room while were having sex. Baby doll you're going to get to watch him fuck me tonight." She giggled. "This evening after you serve us our cocktails I'm going to give Chris a blow job and you're going to watch me doing it. Will seeing me with another man's cock in my mouth excite you baby?"

My breath caught. I just managed to stammer out, "You know it will."

"After dinner Chris and I are going to retire to the living room and relax while you clean up the kitchen. As soon as you're done, all three of us are going to go into my bedroom and you're going to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while Chris fucks me."

Kelly took a deep breath. When she continued I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was getting very excited. "Timmy, just thinking about this is getting me wet. Is you little soldier standing up?"

"Yes it is."

Kelly giggled. "It's too bad that your little dick isn't going to get any exercise tonight. You're just going to be kneeling on the floor watching while the big man gets to have all the fun."

My wife was taunting me now and her malicious treatment was getting me even more excited.

"Hey Dicklet, do you know what you're going to do when Chris is done fucking me?"

I had a pretty good guess, but I wanted to hear Kelly say it. I glanced over at Ellen. Her attention was still focused on her telephone call. I whispered, "No Ms. Mason, what am I going to have to do?"

"Dicklet, you're going to climb up on the bed and lick my lover's cum out of my cunt while he watches."

I gasped. Kelly heard me. She laughed. "That got your motor running, didn't it Dicklet."

I whispered. "No Ms. Mason, please don't make me do that." 

I was of course using our code. If I beg Kelly to stop doing something while were playing a domination game it means that I am actually enjoying what's happening. This allows Kelly to be a cruel bitch and callously ignore my pleas for mercy while she continues to torment me. Since I'm a masochist and my wife is a sadist, that makes the game even more exciting for both of us.

If I really do want her to stop doing something, we have a safe word. Our safe word is "check". Anytime either of us says "check" we have both agreed to stop whatever were doing, step out of character for a moment and discuss what was happening as equals. 

Kelly immediately grasped what I was doing. She said, "Too bad pussyboy. Tonight you're going to lick up every drop of my lover's cum and if you refuse I'm going to borrow Mr. Kendrick's belt and whip you with it until you beg to obey me."

I laughed. "Kelly, I think this is going to be a very fun evening."

"Timmy honey, I don't think I've ever been so excited about a dinner party."

"What would you like me to serve tonight?"

"Something simple, I don't want you to have to spend the entire evening in the kitchen. I want you to be able to have fun tonight. I want all three of us to be able to play together."

"How about a standing rib roast, baked potatoes and a tossed salad."

"That would be perfect. Chris loves roast beef. Will you be home in time to get it into the oven?"

"What time do you want me to serve dinner?"

"Why don't I tell Chris to come over at 7:30. You can plan on serving the salad at 8:15 and the dinner at 8:30. That will give Chris and I time for cocktails and an appetizer and it will also give me time to give Chris a quick blow job before dinner."

"Perfect, that will give me plenty of time to finish up here, go to the grocery store, clean the house, make all the preparations for dinner and take a nap." I glanced at Ellen. She was still on the telephone. I added in a whisper, "And I would also love to help you get dressed for your date."

"Timmy this is going to be so much fun."

"Yes it will be, but we'd both better get back to work. You have to meet with Tonya and I have to finish editing a stack of advertising copy."

"Okay." Kelly paused for a moment. She seemed to be thinking about something. Finally she very tentatively said, "Timmy."

"Yes."

"Would it be all right if I stopped to see Janet Collins before I leave the office today? Janet is the receptionist for the partners and she's one of the people who have access to their appointment calendars."

"Do you want to make an appointment to see Martin Jackson tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to talk to him about getting your old job back?'

"Would that be okay with you?"

"Yes Kelly, I think that would be a very good idea."

"Timmy thank you so much. I promise that I'll always be a very good wife to you."

"Just promise that you'll never lie to me again."

"Timmy I promise. I'll never ever lie to you again."

"Kelly we'd both better get back to our tasks for the day. What time do you think you'll get home this afternoon."

"I should be home by five.'

"I may be taking a nap. If I am wake me up. I want to hear about the rest of your day."

"Babydoll, you didn't get much sleep last night. You need a nap.'

"Don't worry honey. Wake me up when you get home. I'll be okay."

"All right, I will. I love you Babydoll."

"I love you too Kelly."

I turned off my cell phone and went back to editing advertising copy. A few minutes later Ellen finished her telephone conversation.

As soon as she hung up she looked at me and asked, "Is Kelly having a problem with her job?"

I nodded. "Yes, there was a misunderstanding about company policy and she resigned last Friday.'

"Oh dear! What's she going to do?"

"She's meeting with several people from the firm right now. They don't want her to resign and it sounds like they're working everything out. She'll be meeting with at least one of the partners in the morning and that should result in her returning to work next week."

"I hope so, Kelly loved that job."

"Yes she did and she was very good at it."

At five minutes to three I finished editing the last piece of advertising copy. I brought my stack of completed work to Ellen's desk. As I handed it to her I said, "These are finished. I have to get going. We're having company for dinner. I need to stop at the grocery store and then tidy up the house when I get home."

Ellen laughed. "Tidy up the house? I sure hope Kelly understands how lucky she was when she found a man like you."

I smiled. "I think she does. Ellen I'll try to be here by 10:30 on Monday so you'll have plenty of time to get to your meeting at the high school."

"Thank you Timmy, I really do appreciate what you're doing." She shook her head. "You know, I'm not sure what I'd do without you. I don't think I could keep the paper running. You're not only a good employee, you''re a wonderful friend."

"Thanks Ellen, you're a good friend too. I'll see you Monday."

"Have a nice weekend Timmy."

As soon as I got into my car I sat back and took a deep breath. While I was in The Crier office I had to keep my attention focused. I had a task to complete. Now it was done and I was free to think about the evening ahead of me. My excitement was already starting to build and my submissiveness was growing right along with that building excitement. Tonight I was not only going to be my wife's slave, I was going to be required to serve her while she entertained a lover.

I looked at my watch. It was exactly three o'clock. I put my car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot of The Crier. I had plenty of time, but I wanted to use all of it productively. Tonight I wanted everything to be perfect for my wife and her paramour.

The butcher at the grocery store had an excellent standing rib roast. It was almost six pounds. That was maybe a bit larger than necessary, but bigger roasts tend to be a little more tender and we could have leftovers this weekend.

I also picked up the ingredients for a nice tossed salad, several large baking potatoes and some sour cream and butter. I used the automated checkout machine, so I didn't have to wait in line. When I got back to my car I looked at my watch. It was 3:30.

As I headed for the liquor store to buy a nice bottle of wine I realized that I didn't know what Chris liked to drink. I took out my cell phone and called Kelly.

She answered her telephone after the third ring. "Hello?"

"Hello Ms. Mason; it's me, Dicklet."

I heard my wife's breath catch. There was a pause. After a moment she said in a very cool voice, "Yes Dicklet, what can I do for you?"

"I'm on my way to the liquor store to buy a bottle of wine to serve with your dinner tonight. I just realized that I don't know what Mr. Kendricks likes to drink."

"Dicklet, that was very thoughtful of you to call and ask. Mr. Kendricks drinks vodka martinis. He prefers two olives."

"Thank you Ms. Mason, I'll make sure that the bar is well stocked."

"You're welcome Dicklet. If you have any other questions feel free to call."

"Thank you Ms. Mason, that's very kind."

"Goodbye Dicklet."

"Goodbye Ms. Mason."

I put my cell phone away. Kelly and I both drank vodka martinis and our bar was already well stocked with vodka, dry vermouth and olives so I didn't have to worry about buying more.

When I got to the liquor store I selected two bottles of California merlot. They were a little more expensive than the wines we normally bought, but I felt the extra cost was appropriate. This evening my wife was entertaining a very special guest. 

I also purchased a bottle of Chivas Regal Scotch Whisky and a bottle of Drambuie. I remembered the rusty nails that Kelly had introduced me to on the previous night. I thought it might please her if I served them as an after dinner drink. 

It was four o'clock when I pulled into the garage. I quickly took the groceries, liquor and wine out of my car and carried everything into the kitchen. Once it was all put away I seasoned the roast and placed it in the refrigerator. 

After that was done I spent a half hour tidying up the house. I'd been gone for almost a week and Kelly didn't do too much cleaning, so I had to spend a little extra time dusting and vacuuming.

At a quarter to five I put my duster away and lay down to take a short nap. I was too excited to sleep, so I did some deep breathing exercises instead. For me, they're often every bit as rejuvenating as sleep.

The deep breathing exercises must have relaxed me, because I dozed off. Suddenly I sensed movement in the bed and then I felt warm breath on my neck. I opened my eyes. It was Kelly.




Courtesan Ch. 13



She kissed my cheek. "Hi babydoll, it's 5:30. When does the roast need to go into the oven?"

I did some quick math. Six pounds at twenty-five minutes a pound, one hundred fifty minutes, two and a half hours. Fifteen minutes to let the roast rest before carving it. Dinner should be served at 8:30. I sat up. "I'd better turn on the oven so it can preheat. The roast should go in at 5:45.'

"I already turned it on. It's set at 350 degrees. Is that right?'

I smiled at Kelly. "Thank you, that will help." I sat up. "Let's go to the kitchen. I'm going to turn the oven up to 400 and then I'll turn it back to 325 when I actually put the roast in. That will sear the meat when it starts cooking."

Kelly and I went into the kitchen. She sat at the the table and watched while I turned up the temperature on the oven and took the roast out of the refrigerator. 

While we were waiting for the oven to heat up I asked, "How did the meeting go with Tonya?"

Shrugging, Kelly said, "Next to you, Tonya's my best friend. It was more like a gossip session than a meeting. Martin, John and Wendell are all very upset about what happened and they seem to be desperate to find a way to get me back."

"That's nice to hear."

"Yes it is."

"Were you able to schedule a meeting with Martin tomorrow?"

"Yes, at ten o'clock."

"Are you absolutely certain that you want to go back?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "I would like to, but only if I have your blessing."

I chuckled. "If I become your slave, my feelings about your decisions really shouldn't matter."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Timmy honey, we may decide to make your status as my slave permanent, but that will never change the fact that you are also my husband, my best friend, my number one confidant and my chief personal adviser. As it turns out, I may not have been able to honor my vow of fidelity to you, but I did make a commitment to share my life with you and that's a vow that I do intend to keep. Slave or not, anytime I have to make a serious decision I plan to continue to seek your guidance. Baby, my job at JTandR almost cost us our marriage and it did cause both of us significant emotional distress. I will not return to that job without your consent."

I walked over and kissed Kelly's cheek. "Thank you, I appreciate that. If you would like to return to your old job at JTandR, you have my blessing."

Kelly's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, actually I think I told you that earlier today."

My wife nodded. "You did, but that was on the telephone. The job caused so much pain and anguish for you that I needed to be able to see your face when you gave me your permission. Baby I have to be absolutely certain that it's all right with you."

I smiled at Kelly. "I assure you that it is not only all right with me, I happen to think that it's a very good idea. I also want you to know that this discussion just alleviated most of the concerns that I had about becoming your slave.

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy are you serious?"

"Yes, I think I am."

"You really might be willing to make your status as my slave permanent?"

"I'm certainly leaning in that direction right now. We have to talk about it a little more. I want to know exactly what you think it will mean."

Kelly nodded. "That's a good idea. We also have to see how tonight goes."

"Yes, I'm looking at this as kind of a dress rehearsal. I'm hoping that tonight might give me a little glimpse of what life as your slave might be like."

Giggling, Kelly said; "I'm excited about getting my first taste of having a slave." 

I walked over and kissed her cheek. "I'll bet you're also excited about getting to play with Chris's great big cock."

Kelly's breath caught. She nodded emphatically. "Dicklet, you are so right about that." She put her arms around my neck, nuzzled my ear and whispered. "I can't wait to see the expression of envy on your face when you see me sucking his big beautiful penis."

Behind us the chime on the oven sounded signaling that the temperature had reached 400 degrees.

I kissed Kelly and said; "Please excuse me Ms. Mason, you're obedient slave has to attend to his duties."

I picked up the roast, put it into the oven and turned the temperature down to 325 degrees. As soon as that was done I said, "I'll have to remember to come back in an hour and put the potatoes in with the roast."

Kelly nodded. "That will be at 6:45. I'll help you remember. She patted my butt. "Come on Dicklet, let's go into the bedroom. It's time for you to start getting me ready for my evening."

"Ms. Mason, I do believe that this is going to give a whole new meaning to the phrase, "A labor of love."



Courtesan Ch. 14



This is the fourteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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As soon as we were inside the bedroom Kelly's kissed my cheek and said, "Timmy, tonight we're going to play our sex game like we've never played it before. My plan is to tease, torment and humiliate you for the entire evening. I'm hoping that it's going to turn out to be the most exciting night that either of us has ever experienced."

Gripping my shoulders, she stared into my eyes. "While we're playing, please remember this; it's just a game and nothing more than that. I will always love and respect you more than any other person in the entire world and that includes Chris Kendricks." Kelly paused and then she added with a tone of determination that I'd rarely heard in her voice; "Tonight, that especially includes Chris Kendricks."

Kelly's reassurance wasn't really necessary, but it was still comforting. I smiled at her and answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, I'll try to remember."

"Also don't forget that we have a safe word. This is going to be exciting for both of us. I may get carried away. If things start to get too intense, all you have to do is say, 'check' and we'll take a break and talk about what's happening. Chris is aware of this rule and he's agreed to abide by it too."

"I'll remember that Ms. Mason, but I'm going to try very hard to avoid saying check. I want you to push my limits."

When she heard me say that Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy, this is so exciting. I'm already wet." She lifted the hem of her skirt, picked up my hand and placed it between her thighs. The crotch of her panties was already soaked.

She smiled at me. I smiled back and then suddenly Kelly's smile vanished and her entire demeanor changed. Slapping my hand away from her panty covered cunt, she glared at me and said, "That's for my lover, not for you. Now get those fucking clothes off pussyboy. I want my slave to be naked while he serves me." 

Now it was my turn to take a deep breath. The game was beginning.

Kelly sat down on the edge of the bed and watched while I quickly removed my clothing. She smiled when I dropped my trousers and exposed my lace trimmed panties. "Those look very cute on you sissyboy."

"Thank you Ms. Ma..."

"Silence! Dicklet I am not interested in hearing your pathetic attempts to express your gratitude. You can do that by serving me with enthusiasm and diligent effort."

Kelly was setting the tone for the evening. It was apparent that she intended to make this dinner party a humiliating and torturous experience for me. I was momentarily frightened by that prospect, but then I remembered what Kelly had just told me and I understood why she'd found it necessary to say it. I relaxed. I was a masochist. I'd spent years fantasizing about an experience like this one. It was time to forget about my fears and inhibitions and let myself go.

Nervously, I pulled my panties down. After I stepped out of them I gathered up all of my clothes and carried them to my closet. As soon as I was finished hanging them up I walked back over to my wife. Standing naked in front of her with my head humbly bowed, I waited for her next command.

Kelly was carefully watching me. She smiled when she noticed my submissive posture. I knew my wife well and recognized immediately that this wasn't a tender, caring smile. This was an expression of triumph and superiority. She was enjoying her newly acquired dominance over me.

Kelly stood up. "Undress me!" It was a command and her voice was brimming with arrogance.

Excited, I moved quickly. I was eager to demonstrate my absolute obedience. Suddenly I really was Kelly's slave and I wanted her to know that pleasing her was now the only thing in this world that mattered to me.

I removed Kelly's skirt and brassiere with care; but when it was time to take off her panties I adopted an attitude of reverence and fell to my knees. 

Slowly, I lowered Kelly's beige lace thong. As I exposed the cleft of her shaved pussy I longed to be able to lean forward and kiss those soft moist lips, but I didn't dare. I knew and accepted my place. I was now my wife's servant, not one of her lovers. The privilege of kissing or touching her naked cunt would be granted to me at her whim and only then. 

I pulled Kelly's panties down to her feet. After she stepped out of them she said, "Gather up my clothes and take them to my closet. Hang up my skirt so that it doesn't get wrinkled and throw my blouse and underwear in the laundry basket. You can wash them tomorrow."

I quickly did as I was ordered. When I returned Kelly was seated on the edge of the bed. I stopped in the middle of the room. For a moment I stood perfectly still and stared at her. I couldn't help myself. My wife had a beautiful body and when I saw her naked it often had a mesmerizing effect on me.

As soon as I realized what I was doing I averted my eyes. I didn't want to offend my goddess by rudely staring at her.

Kelly saw me look away and said, "That's okay slave, you can look at me." She smiled. "In fact I want you to look. It excites me to imagine the anguish you'll be feeling as you start to understand that tonight another man will be freely enjoying the pleasures of my beautiful body while all you'll be allowed to do is look."

She was right. I closed my eyes. Pangs of jealousy and envy stabbed at my gut as I imagined Chris's fingers touching and caressing Kelly's erect nipples."

Kelly read the expression on my face and laughed. "That's right pussyboy, Mr. Kendricks is going to have a very exciting evening." She enjoyed her sadistic little joke for a moment and then she said, "But I'm not going to be a total bitch." She winked at me. "At least not yet. Right now, I' m actually going to let you kiss me." Then, pointing at the floor in front of her, she ordered; "Get down on your knees and crawl over here like a dog, wimpboy."

For the first time I winced at one of Kelly's insults.

She noticed my reaction and chuckled. "Did that one hurt your feelings pussyboy? Don't you want to be my little puppy dog?"

I was a little disconcerted by the intensity of Kelly's taunts and unsure about how to respond, so I just stared at the floor.

Ignoring my apparent discomfort, Kelly continued. "I hope you do, because just before Mr. Kendricks gets here I'm going to give you a present that will be perfect for a little puppy dog like you."

I didn't move. I just continued staring at the floor.

Kelly glared at me. "I thought I told you to get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here! Dicklet, if you do not obey me immediately I'm going to order you to go to your closet and fetch one of your belts so that I can whip this little streak of insubordination out of you."

That jolted me back to my senses. I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled over to my wife. 

As soon as I was kneeling in front of her, Kelly leaned forward and patted my head. "That's a good boy. It hurts me to yell at you and it will hurt me even more if I have to punish you, but it does appear that I am going to have to spend some time training you. Dicklet honey, it really is important for a slave to know how to behave properly when he's in the presence of his superiors."

Extending her right leg, Kelly pushed her foot into my face and rubbed my nose with her toes. "Kiss my foot slaveboy." She giggled. "Show me that you understand exactly how a submissive little wimp like you should treat a woman."

Obediently, I cradled Kelly's offered foot in my hands. She cooed with delight when she felt me kissing and licking her toes. "That's right slaveboy, make love to my feet."

Kelly closed her eyes. Her breathing seemed to be deeper and a bit quicker. She had an excited smile on her face. I wasn't sure if it was the stimulating touch of my tongue on her toes or the thrill of knowing that she could make me humble myself like this for her own enjoyment. It was probably a combination of the two. In any case, my wife's reaction left little doubt that she was enjoying herself. 

After a moment Kelly opened her eyes and looked down at me. There was an arrogant smirk on her face. "Dicklet, you're not worth much as a lover, but I have to admit that you do make an excellent toe licker."

Kelly was being relentless in her efforts to humiliate and degrade me. I smiled to myself. She did warn me before we started and this was exactly what I'd been fantasizing about for the past several years.

As soon as I was done with her toes Kelly pushed her foot back into my face. "Now clean the bottom."

My entire body tingled with excitement. I was living a submissive masochists wet dream. I eagerly licked every crease and crevasse on the sole of Kelly's foot with fastidious care. As soon as I was finished I continued on to the top of her foot. 

Once that was done I started on her toes again, but my wife quickly stopped me. "That was very good slave." She pulled her foot out of my hands, set it down on the floor and extended her other leg. "That one is done, now you can focus your attention on this one."

I licked her other foot with equal diligence. When I was finished Kelly smiled approvingly and said, "Very good Dicklet. You're not much of a man, but with a little work I may be able to turn you into an adequate slave.

I smiled. My wife was being very creative in her efforts to belittle me.

Kelly rolled over onto her stomach. "It's time to give me a massage."

This was something I'd been doing for Kelly since we first met. I was actually very good at giving massages and she always seemed to enjoy them.

"Ms. Mason."

"Yes Dicklet."

"May I please have permission to get up on the bed next to you?"

"Yes Dicklet, you may."

As I was standing up Kelly said, "Dicklet, that was polite and respectful. When a slave is in the presence of a superior he must always ask for permission before sitting on a bed or for that matter any piece of furniture. I'll expect you to take particular care to be mindful of that while Mr. Kendricks is here this evening."

"Yes Ms. Mason, I'll remember."

Kelly smiled and then she said, "Dicklet, I want a nice long massage. Pay close attention to the muscles around my neck and shoulders. The events of the past few days have created a lot of tension there."

I spent the next several minutes massaging Kelly's taut muscles. I worked hard and I could tell from the slow relaxed rhythm of her breathing that my efforts were having the desired effect on her. Of course Kelly was naked and rubbing her soft beautiful body was also having an effect on me and it wasn't relaxing. 

As I gave Kelly her massage I recognized that this was going to be an evening filled with not only sexual energy and excitement, but also profound frustration. I was certain that Chris and Kelly would be enjoying multiple orgasms. Judging from my wife's current attitude, I was equally certain that she planned to deny me any opportunity for release at all. The submissive masochist in me viewed this realization with excitement and anticipation, but fear and trepidation were creeping into the back of my mind. Tonight was going to be an adventure, but it was also going to be an ordeal. 

Kelly opened her eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the table next to her bed. It was 5:45. She rolled over and smiled at me. "Timmy it's time to put the potatoes in the oven."

I stopped my wife's massage and popped up. Kelly's abrupt transformation from dominate she-devil to helpful housewife had startled me. 

A bit flustered, I barely managed to stammer out; "Yes Ms. Mason, right away. Thank you for noticing the time." 

I quickly ran into the kitchen. I'd already washed and poked the potatoes so all I had to do was place them in the oven. While I was doing that I took the opportunity to check the roast. Once I'd ascertained that it was cooking nicely I closed the oven door and hurried back to the bedroom.

When I returned my wife was lying on her back. Her head was propped up by several pillows. There was a distant expression on her face. Her mind seemed to be preoccupied with something.

When she heard me walk into the bedroom Kelly looked up at me. She didn't smile or offer any acknowledgment of my return. She just looked at me. I watched her. She appeared to be studying me. I was puzzled.

After a moment Kelly said, "Check". And then patting the spot on the bed next to her, she added; "Please come over and sit by me Timmy."

Now feeling even more confused about what was happening I walked over to the bed and sat down. I was worried that I may have displeased Kelly in some way.

Noticing my expression of concern, Kelly gently rubbed my thigh and said, "It's okay babydoll. You haven't done anything wrong." She sighed. "In fact, you've been absolutely magnificent."

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "No, I'm the one who may have screwed up."

I stared at her.

"Sweetheart, while you were in the kitchen I started to think about the last hour and I realized that I said some things to you that were unbelievably cruel."

I smiled at Kelly. "You mean stuff like; 'Dicklet, you're not much of a man, but with a little work I may be able to turn you into an adequate slave."

Kelly shook her head. "Please forgive me, that was an awful thing to say."

"Did it excite you when you said it?"

"Yes but..." Kelly's voice trailed off to a whisper. "Timmy, I love you more than anyone else in the entire world. Why does it excite me when I say cruel things to you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Why does it excite me when I hear you say them?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Aren't you mad at me?" There was a tremor in her voice and a tear was running down her cheek.

I grabbed a tissue from Kelly's bedside table and gently wiped the tear away. "No, not at all. Kelly honey, I don't know why we're the way we are, we just are." I patted her leg. "It's a good thing we found each other."

She smiled at me. "Yes it is."

"Sweetheart, before we started you warned me that you were going to say some very cruel things to me. You also took great care to remind me that this was just a game and that you actually loved and respected me more than any man you've ever met. There were a couple of times in the last hour that I had to remember those words, but I did and I was fine."

I shook my head. "No that's not true. I wasn't fine."

Kelly's expression of hope quickly returned to a look of anguish. 

I leaned over, kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear. "I wasn't fine because I was so excited that I almost burst."

Kelly laughed and then she grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist. "You bum! Don't scare me like that."

I winked at her. "I'll stop scaring you when you start paying attention to the assurances you gave me before we started playing. Kelly honey, this is a game, but it's a game laced with conflicting messages. At times you're going to be saying things to me that we both know are blatantly untrue." I chuckled. "You wouldn't be a very good dom if all you did was pat me on the head and tell me how much you loved me."

"Timmy are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, but only if it's what you want too. Is it?"

Kelly stared at me. "Why does that matter?"

"Because part of the pleasure I get from the pain and humiliation you inflict on me comes from knowing that I'm submitting to this torture for your amusement. Did you enjoy the last hour?"

My wife thought for a moment and then she quietly said, "Yes I did. The last hour was unbelievably exciting, but..." Kelly paused.

I waited. 

Finally she looked at me and said, "Timmy I almost lost you last week. When I realized that you'd actually left me I wanted to die. Babydoll I can't bear the thought of going through life without you."

Closing her eyes, Kelly whispered; "I think I might love this game too much. I'm terrified that I'm going to lose control while we're playing and say or do something that will make you hate me forever."

I picked up my wife's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Kelly honey, think about this. A week ago I discovered that you were cheating on me. Yesterday I learned that you weren't just cheating, you were actually working as a corporate escort. You were not only having sex with several different men a week, you were also going to dinner parties where you put on live sex shows. Tomorrow you have an appointment to see your old boss. The two of you are going to discuss the possibility of your returning to work at that job. If your discussions are successful, you will very shortly be back to regularly having sex with other men and putting on live sex shows at parties."

I smiled at her. "if our marriage can survive that I don't think calling me a few nasty names as part of a game is going to be a significant issue."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timothy Jamieson, as usual, you are very adept at putting problems in perspective."

I kissed her. "You did an excellent job of reassuring me before we started playing this game. That was helpful for me. We also have a safe word. I'm confident that if you ever do get too excited and lose control, the safe word will be all I'll need to bring you back to reality. Kelly, you're a passionate woman, but you're not crazy."

Kelly laughed. "You have more confidence in my capacity for self restraint than I do."

"I believe that it is possible that you might get swept away by the moment and end up doing something that I'd find unpleasant, uncomfortable or maybe even painful; but I do not believe that you would ever even consider deliberately doing something that would cause me emotional or physical harm."

Kelly nodded. "You're right, I would never do anything like that."

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

She sighed. "No Timmy, I guess we don't."

"Do you feel better now?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes, I do."

"Would you like to start playing the game again?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

I chuckled. "Ahhhh yes, very much."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I just don't see how you can possibly be enjoying this."

"Is that what this is all about? You still don't understand me?"

"No! That's not it at all."

"Kelly?"

"Well maybe, I mean....I don't know."

It was clear that Kelly was still struggling with my masochism. I needed to think of another way to explain it to her. I thought for a moment and then I said, "Kelly, today I saw you lick Tonya's pussy."

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Sure, I always enjoy it. It's fun and kind of different. It's a nice change of pace."

"Are you ready to give up men and only have women as sex partners?"

"Of course not. I love cocks, I'd never want to give them up."

"But there are women who decide to do just that."

"And that doesn't make any sense to me at all. Why would they ever..." Kelly stopped in mid sentence. For a moment she stared at the floor. Finally she sighed and said, "Okay Timmy, maybe I do understand." She laughed. "Or at least I understand that I don't understand and I'll probably never understand."

I smiled. "And there's the rub. I don't believe that you'll ever be able to understand why pain and humiliation excite me and I doubt that I'll ever be able to understand why it excites you to hurt and humiliate me or why acting like a slut drives you so wild. I think it probably has to do with how we're wired. " 




Courtesan Ch. 14



I winked at her. "But it certainly is fortunate that we found each other. We have fun together and as far as I'm concerned, that's all that really matters."

Kelly giggled. "I guess it's sort of a whatever floats your boat situation."

Laughing, I said, "Yes it is and we both enjoy floating each others boat."

"That's what scares me. I think I might enjoy floating your boat a little too much."

"I repeat my earlier question. Are you ever going to do anything that would actually hurt me?"

"No, of course not."

"When you say nasty things to me do you really mean them?"

"No, it's just part of our game."

"So if neither of us is getting hurt, how can it be bad?"

"But what if I get carried away and say something that really does hurt you?"

"Then I say check and we stop and talk about it. I trust you. You trust me too, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"So if there is a misunderstanding, we should be able to talk about it and work it out. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, of course it is." Kelly paused for a moment and thought about what I'd just said. Finally she said, "Timmy, you always seem to be able to help me make sense out of things."

I kissed Kelly's cheek.

She turned, placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. Our lips met. We kissed. It turned into a long passionate kiss filled with love and emotion. 

When we finally broke apart Kelly stared into my eyes and whispered, "Timothy Jamieson I love you so much."

"I love you too Kelly Mason." 

We stared at each other for a moment and then I started to grin.

Kelly said, "What?"

"I want to get back to floating our boats."

Laughing, Kelly said; "You're telling me that you're ready to play again."

"Yes."

"Can I be really mean to you?"

"It's a little scary when you say it like that; but yes, I think that would be fun."

"Okay, I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise. Are you ready?"

I was unbelievably excited, but I was also a little nervous. Kelly was smiling and there was a malicious glint in her eyes. Very cautiously, I answered; "Yes."

"All right, brace yourself babydoll. "Uncheck." Suddenly Kelly drew her arm back and without any warning slapped me hard across the face. It stung

Looking at Kelly, I rubbed my cheek. "That hurt!"

Kelly had a savage expression on her face. It was almost like her entire persona had suddenly changed. She grabbed my shoulders and started pushing me off the bed. "It was supposed to hurt slaveboy and if you don't get off this bed right now I'm going to slap you again."

As I tried to scramble off the bed Kelly lifted her foot and kicked me in the chest. She did it slowly and it was obvious that she was careful to avoid using enough force to actually hurt me, but there wasn't any doubt that it was a kick. It knocked me off balance and I fell to the floor. 

When I tried to get up Kelly placed her foot on the back of my head and pinned my face against the carpet. "Stay down there Dicklet. This is where you belong; on the floor, groveling at my feet."

For a moment I lay perfectly still. I not only wanted to obey Kelly, I also needed a chance to catch my breath. 

As I lay prostrate on the carpet under my wife's foot I heard her start giggling and then she said, "Oh my that was fun."

It seemed like an eternity passed, but I would guess that it was only a few seconds. The respite was a blessing for me. I was more than a little disconcerted after being unceremoniously kicked to the floor and I needed an opportunity to collect my wits.

Carefully, I tilted my head and glanced up at my wife out of the corner of my eye. She was seated on the edge of the bed. Her feet were together. They were both resting on the side of my head. Even though her feet were together, Kelly's knees were lasciviously spread apart exposing her naked sex. 

When she saw me looking at her Kelly flashed me a menacing smile, brazenly slipped the fingers of her right hand to her glistening cunt and started fondling herself. While she was doing this she stared triumphantly into my eyes.

My gaze automatically shifted from Kelly's face to her fingers. I couldn't help myself. The sight of my wife playing with her moist pussy was irresistible.

She noticed the shift of my focus and smirked. "Slaveboy, are you enjoying the show? Does it excite you to watch me masturbate?"

By this time I was totally flustered. I knew that I wasn't allowed to speak without permission, but Kelly had just asked me a question. Without thinking I blurted out an automatic response. "Yes Ms. Mas..."

"Silence worm! My question was rhetorical. Your sick sexual preferences are of very little interest to me."

That made me smile. Kelly was taking my humiliation to a whole new level and doing it very creatively.

When she noticed my reaction Kelly winked at me and said, "That one was pretty good, wasn't it Timmy."

Suddenly we both burst out laughing. Kelly took her feet off of my head, reached down and grabbed my arm. As she pulled me back up on the bed she said, "Come here babydoll. We have our whole lives to play this game. Right now I just want to kiss you and hold you in my arms."

As soon as I was seated next to her Kelly threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long slow kiss. When we finally broke apart I grinned at her and said; "That was fun. I'll have to encourage you to humiliate me more often."

Kelly giggled. "It certainly got my motor running. How about a quick fuck before we start getting me ready for my date."

I stared at my wife. I had to admit that her offer was tempting, but after I thought about it for a moment I shook my head. "I don't think that's quite in the spirit of tonight's festivities." I smiled. "But if you're feeling generous, I would love to lick your asshole for a few minutes."

Kelly stared at me. After a second she started giggling and said, "You really are a perv."

I stuck out my tongue at her. "Yeah, that may be true; but so are you."

Kelly was now laughing so hard that she was barely able to speak; but she still managed to choke out, "Yes I am and that's why we're perfect for each other."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was obvious that she was trying to regain her composure. After a moment Kelly reopened her eyes and looked at me with an impish smile. Coyly rubbing her chin, she pretended to think and then she said, "I'm not certain that I'm willing to let you lick my asshole. Chris will be here in a little while and I really should be saving my body for him. How badly do you want to do it?"

I looked at Kelly with a confused expression.

"Do you want to do it badly enough that you're willing to beg for the privilege?"

"Has licking your asshole now become a privilege for me?"

Kelly frowned. "Are you suggesting that it might not be a privilege? I hope you don't think it's a right; or worse yet, an obligation."

I chuckled. Kelly always was an outstanding debater. "I get the impression that you're back to playing our game again."

"Of course I am. I'm just being a little more subtle about it now. And by the way, I might point out that you were the one who steered us back to it. I offered to let you fuck me."

Shaking my head, I said; "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Smiling, Kelly gave me a slight nod and then, in a tone of voice dripping with mock impatience, she said; "Timmy, I'm waiting for your answer. Are you ready to beg for the privilege of kissing my ass or should I just go into the bathroom and start getting ready for my evening with Chris?" 

She leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Babydoll, hearing you plead for permission lick my asshole would be unbelievably hot."

I grinned. Kelly really was extremely talented at playing fantasy sex games. 

She grinned back at me and said, "I'm waiting."

Chuckling, I took a deep breath and tentatively said; "Ms. Mason, I was wondering if I might be allowed the privilege of kissing your ass."

As soon as I heard the words come out of my mouth I shuddered with embarrassment. Kissing another person's asshole is in itself a debasing and demeaning act. Being ordered to do it is even more degrading. Having to beg for the privilege is a humiliation that's beyond description. 

Of course I was also incredibly excited.

"Dicklet, what would make you think that I would even consider allowing you to do something that intimate with me when we both know that my lover will be here in a very short time?" Kelly was enjoying this and it was obvious that she wasn't going to cut me any slack.

Feeling both embarrassed and amazingly aroused, I closed my eyes and mustered all of my nerve. "Ms. Mason, I would be eternally grateful if, before your lover arrives, you might find it in your heart to grant me the privilege of licking your asshole."

Kelly was silent. She was pretending to consider my petition. After a moment she said in carefully controlled voice; "If I am going to take your request seriously, I really do think that you should be on your knees while you're making it."

Kelly was again showing me just how creative she could be at playing sex games and I was now enjoying every second of this one. I eagerly slipped off the bed and kneeled at her feet. 

She smiled approvingly and said, "Oh that's much better. Now what was it you were asking me?"

I took another deep breath and then I said, "Ms. Mason before you begin getting ready for your evening with Mr. Kendricks, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your asshole."

Kelly put a finger to her cheek in a feigned demonstration of serious contemplation. She took a few seconds and then she answered, "I don't know Dicklet. That really should be a special treat for you. I wouldn't want to spoil you." Kelly was talking to me like I was a small child asking for a dish of ice cream. 

I looked up at her. "Ms. Mason, you and Mr. Kendricks are going to be spending the entire evening enjoying each other. Please be generous and allow me this one small treat."

Kelly slowly nodded. She was trying to maintain a serious facade, but I could tell that it was taking all the self control she could muster to keep from giggling. "Well, since you asked me so politely, I guess it wouldn't hurt to let you have a little fun before my lover gets here." She rolled over on her stomach and rested her cheek on a pillow. As soon as she was comfortable she said, "Enjoy yourself slave boy."

I smiled as I positioned myself between Kelly's legs. She was amazing. She had taken a simple pleasure that both of us had been enjoying since we first met and turned it into an exciting fantasy scene for me. It was easy to understand why the partners at JTandR valued her so highly. She truly was an artist.

My entire body was tingling as I spread the soft round cheeks of Kelly's gorgeous rear. For a moment I just looked at her puckered little hole and contemplated the significance of what I was about to do. It was strange. I'd been licking Kelly's ass since we were sophomores in college, but now because of the scenario that she'd just created the act had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I was a cuckold. Tonight another man was going to get to freely enjoy Kelly's body; but for me, her husband, this was the only pleasure that I would be allowed and I'd just been required to beg for the privilege.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pressed my lips against Kelly's tight little anus.

When she felt me kissing her Kelly whispered a long drawn out, "Yesssss!" It was apparent that her little game had been every bit as exciting for her as it had been for me.

Once my tongue penetrated Kelly's asshole all of my self restraint and inhibitions melted away. I wrapped my arms around her hips, pressed my face between her soft round cheeks and made love to her with unrestrained passion. 

Kelly noticed the emotion and energy that I was putting into my efforts and breathlessly whispered; "Yes Timmy! That's right, show me that you want this just as much as me." As she said this she slipped her hand between her thighs and started rubbing her clit.

Kelly's response drove me to an even higher level of excitement. I knew that I did want this every bit as much as she did. I closed my eyes and tried to push my tongue even deeper into her anus. At that moment I was not only making love to her I was also expressing my desire to submit to her, to abase myself for her pleasure and to serve her. I wanted Kelly to understand that I was willing to serve her without reservation for the rest of our lives. 

My fervor aroused Kelly. She was rubbing herself with a savage intensity that I'd rarely seen before. Suddenly she raised up onto her hands and knees and furiously thrust her ass into my face. Her entire body started to shake and then she screamed with joy as her orgasm erupted and sent a flood of pleasure through her loins.

I kept licking Kelly's asshole and she continued furiously rubbing her clit.

The waves of pleasure slowly subsided and finally Kelly collapsed face down on the bed. For a moment she lay perfectly still and then she rolled over onto her back, smiled at me and held out her arms. "Come to me Timmy. I want to hold you."

As soon as I was on top of her, Kelly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a long passionate kiss. During that kiss both of us tried to express all of the affection, friendship, kindness and yes, even trust that had been the foundation of our relationship since that very first day we came together outside our writing class.

When we finally broke apart she grinned at me and said, "Timmy I love you so much." 

I tried to respond, but she gently put a finger to my lips to stop me from talking. Her expression became very serious. In a quiet voice she said, "This is just a game. You will always be my husband. You will always be the only man I'll ever love. Please Timmy, never forget that." She stared into my eyes. "Promise me Timmy, promise me that you will always remember that."

I nodded. "I promise."

I lay back on the bed. Kelly cuddled up to my shoulder. For a few minutes we lay together in silence, happy and deeply in love.

Kelly was the first to emerge from our reverie of contentment. She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. When she realized what time it was she sat up and cried in alarm, "Timmy, it almost seven o'clock. Chris will be here in thirty minutes."

That caused both of us to jump into action. As we sat on the edge of the bed Kelly said, "Timmy, I'd hoped to make you wait on me like a devoted cuckold servant while I prepared for an evening with my lover, but I think we spent too much time playing around." She kissed my cheek. "It was fun, but now we have to hurry." 

She stood up. "You take a quick shower while I lay out my clothes for the evening. When you're done I'll shower and put on my makeup while you're making the final dinner preparations."

I stood up. "What should I wear tonight?"

Kelly thought for a moment. An impish smile formed at the corners of her mouth. "It would be fun to make you wait on us wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties, but I think that might be a little too much for both you and Chris. This is the first time we're doing this, it would be wise to move slowly. A pair of slacks and a golf shirt should be fine."

I smiled. It was an expression of relief. Kelly was right. Having to wait on my wife and her lover wearing only a pair of lace panties would have been a bit overwhelming.

Kelly slapped my butt. "Hop to it slave boy. My lover will be here in a half hour." She winked at me. "If everything isn't absolutely perfect, you will be severely punished."

That was all the motivation I needed. I hurried into the bathroom and took a quick shower. 

As soon as I finished I returned to the bedroom. Kelly was laying a out a set of white lingerie on the bed. When she heard me come into the bedroom she turned and smiled. Seeing me looking at the sexy underwear she was planning to wear, she winked and said; "Since this will be the first time I get to entertain my favorite stud in my own bed, I thought bridal white might be an appropriate choice."

When I heard the words, favorite stud a pang of jealousy stabbed my gut. I frowned and looked at the floor.

Noting my reaction, Kelly gently said; "Baby doll, you're my husband, my slave, my favorite lover, my best friend and the love of my life. I love you more than any man in the entire world."

She smiled at me. "Yes, you are a man. You're a strong, wonderful, intelligent man who's very capable of pleasing me in bed. You are my favorite lover, but you are not a stud. Chris is a stud. He's a savage beast in bed and a phenomenal sex playmate. He's my favorite stud and a good friend, but nothing more than that. You are and always will be the most important man in my life. Does that make sense? Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes Kelly, I do understand."

Kelly kissed my forehead. "Good, now get dressed. I picked out a pair of slacks, a shirt and a pair of panties." She gestured towards the foot of the bed. My outfit was neatly laid out for me. There was also a pair of brown Italian loafers on the floor directly below the clothes. 

As soon as Kelly saw me pick up the panties she said, "Timmy I have to hurry and get cleaned up." Then she turned and ran into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower. 

I dressed quickly. As soon as I was done I went into the kitchen and started making the final preparations for our evening. I was just finishing the shrimp appetizer when I heard a knock at the door. 

My stomach churned with excitement. Our guest had arrived.



Courtesan Ch. 15



This is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous fourteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



I hurried to the front door. My pulse was racing. As I passed the full length mirror in our front hall I stopped and checked my appearance. For some reason it was important to me to make a good first impression on this man who was here to fuck my wife.

At the front door I paused so that I could collect my wits. Even though I'd spent the past fifteen minutes rehearsing the words I was going to say to Chris when I opened the door, I was still nervous. 

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Chris was standing there holding a bottle of red wine. We stared at each other. It was an awkward moment. 

My preplanned greeting helped. "Good evening Mr. Kendricks. Won't you please come in. Ms. Mason will be with you in a moment."

Chris stepped into our house, shifted the bottle of wine to his left hand and extended his right. "Hello Timmy, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please call me Chris."

Shaking my head I said; "Thank you sir, but I don't believe my Mistress would approve of that."

He nodded. "Yes, I understand that you're going to be our servant tonight. Are you okay with that?"

I smiled. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, I'm looking forward to a very exciting evening."

Chris smiled back at me. "Good, I was hoping that was the case."

For a few seconds we looked at each other in silence. I suppose you could say that we were sizing each other up.

It was easy to see why my wife was attracted to Chris. He was outrageously handsome. While he was at least five or six years older than Kelly and me, he was still only about thirty. 

He was tall, maybe six feet one or two, but he wasn't a muscle man. He did have broad shoulders and a trim athletic build, but he appeared to be more graceful than physically powerful. Still there was something about his bearing that suggested that he wasn't a man to be trifled with. 

His full head of dark wavy hair gave him an air of dignity unusual for a man so young and his brown eyes seemed to take in everything that was occurring around him. This made me suspect that he was both very bright and more than just a little clever. 

As I studied him I realized that his most distinctive facial feature was his smile. There was a slightly mischievous quality to it that conveyed the impression that Chris might just be a bit of a rogue.

"Well, I'm pleased to see that my two favorite men have finally met each other."

We both turned. Kelly was standing in the entrance to the hall that led to our bedrooms. As soon as we saw her both Chris and I shifted the focus of our attention from each other to her. My wife was absolutely stunning.

Kelly was a very attractive woman and she was extremely adept at embellishing her natural beauty. Her long blond hair was loosely curled and hung casually around her bare shoulders. Her eye makeup and lip gloss were slightly overstated giving the subtle impression that she might turn out to be a little more adventurous than the average girl next door.

Kelly could have been wearing slippers and a bathrobe and she still would have captured the undivided attention of every man in any room she entered, but that night she wasn't wearing slippers and a bathrobe. That night she was wearing an outfit that rendered both Chris and me speechless.

The heart of her outfit was a simple white cocktail dress. On many women it could have looked chic or even elegant, but Kelly's dress was much too tight and it was tight in some very daring places. The bodice was cut precariously low and her luscious cleavage poured out of the top. I actually wondered what kept her breasts from popping free. 

The dress was also shockingly short. The hemline was at least two inches above her white stocking tops and the straps and stays of her white garter belt were provocatively exposed.

I remembered Kelly's comment about her lingerie when we were getting dressed and there wasn't any doubt that the combination of the dress, her garter belt and nylon stockings and the white high heels she was wearing did suggest a bridal gown. I smiled. Her outfit may have resembled a bridal gown, but this wasn't a dress that would ever be worn in a church wedding. This was more like a caricature of a bridal gown. This was an outfit that you might expect to find in a pornographic movie with a title like "Wedding Day Harlots."

And then I noticed my wife's jewelry. Around her neck she wore a rather gaudy looking silver choker. It was encrusted with scores of very expensive looking jewels that appeared to my unschooled eye to be diamonds. She was also wearing a pair of matching silver earrings and a matching bracelet on her right wrist. They were covered with same stones as the choker. I shook my head. If those stones were in fact diamonds, my wife's jewelry had to be worth at least ten thousand dollars.

Kelly sashayed into the living room. She was clearly making an "entrance". My wife had obviously put some thought and effort into her appearance and now she was giving both Chris and me an opportunity to appreciate the fruits of her labor. 

Kelly strolled up to me and patted my cheek. "Do you like my jewelry pussyboy? The set was a gift from the CEO of a large investment firm in Los Angeles

She winked at me. "I spent two nights with him in Las Vegas. Believe me cuckboy, that old gentleman got his money's worth. "

She turned and walked over to Chris. "Hi sweetheart, welcome to my home. I hope this is the first of many nights that we get to spend together here." 

Pangs of jealousy stabbed at my heart as I watched my wife put her arms around this other man's neck and give him a passionate kiss on the lips.

When they broke apart Kelly stepped back and smiled at Chris. "Do you like my outfit? I wore it just for you. Tonight will be the first time you've ever had a chance to fuck me in a bed. I thought we might treat the evening like it was a little honeymoon."

Chris chuckled. "I love your dress. I've seen you wearing clothes like this many times at Evergreen and Eagle Lake, but this is the first time you've ever dressed like this for me."

I smiled to myself. It appeared that Mr. Kendricks and I actually had quite a bit in common.

Chris winked at my wife. "I also love the honeymoon idea. The prospect of getting to fuck you in a bed on a regular basis is very appealing to me."

Suddenly Kelly sighed and then she took a deep breath, turned to me and said, "Check".

Both Chris and I looked at my wife with puzzled expressions. Suddenly I realized that Chris was probably even more confused than I was. He probably wasn't even aware of the significance of the word, "check".

I turned to him. "Mr. Kendricks, check is our safe word. When one of us says it we have both agreed to stop whatever..."

He put his up hand and smiled at me. "It's okay Timmy, I understand what the word means. I've spent enough time around your wife and her friends to know about their safe word and how they use it."

He looked at Kelly. "What's the matter Kel?"

My wife sighed again. "I just think the three of us need to talk before we start. I mean this is the first time you and Timmy have met and it will also be the first time that Timmy's ever seen me with another guy." She shook her head. "Timmy's never acted as my slave before. We're going to make him wait on us while we party with each other and we're going to be taunting him about it while we do it. That's never happened before either." She threw her arms up in the air. "It's just too many things all occurring at the same time."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, I'm so worried that you're going to be hurt because you misunderstand something I that I say or do. Baby I feel so bad about what I did to you over the past year. I don't ever want to hurt you again."

"Kel, why don't I just have dinner with the two of you tonight. I know just how much you love Timmy and I don't want to risk hurting him either. You guys just went through a rough time. Frankly, I'm kind of surprised that I'm here at all tonight." Chris smiled at both of us. "Just getting to know Timmy would be more than enough for me this evening. We can worry about sex games in the future."

I could see that my wife was nervous and concerned about how tonight was going to go. I understood her fears. I also knew how much she'd been looking forward to this evening with Chris and I didn't want her to miss that. I stepped forward. "Kelly I have an idea."

Both my wife and Chris looked at me.

"I think I'd like to go out and grab a bite to eat. There's a new Chinese restaurant on Portland Avenue that I've been eager to try. After I'm done eating there's a movie that I've been wanting to see." I looked at my watch. It was 7:40. "I should be back here around 11:00. That should give you and Chris plenty of time to enjoy the dinner I made and have a nice long conversation afterward." I winked at them. "Kelly, your bedroom is a wonderful place for a quiet chat and I put clean sheets on the bed this afternoon. It really would be a shame to not take advantage of that."

Kelly smiled at me and then she looked at Chris and smiled at him."You guys have to be the two most wonderful men in the entire world." She shook her head. "Both of you are trying to be nice and I appreciate that, but neither of you are understanding me. I want to follow our plan for this evening. I just need to talk about it first." 

My wife walked over to the couch and sat down. As soon as she was seated she patted the spot next to her and said, "Timmy come over here and sit next to me."

As I was sitting down she pointed at the chair opposite the couch and said, "Chris, please sit over there."

Once we were both in place Kelly picked up my hand and held it in hers while she looked at Chris. In a very quiet voice she said, "Chris, I'd planned to tell you this privately; but when I saw how the evening was starting out I realized that I had to say it in front of Timmy."

Chris was staring intently at my wife and I was quietly sitting next to her. Suddenly I was very worried about what she was going to tell her lover.

We both waited. After a moment Kelly started. "Over the past year you and I have became very close friends. In many ways we were actually a couple. I suppose that you could say that I was your girlfriend and you were my boyfriend." 

She closed her eyes and sighed. "The only problem of course was that I already had a husband and I was hiding our relationship from him."

My stomach began to churn. I was starting to get increasingly nervous about where this conversation was going. I felt Kelly squeeze my hand. I think she was trying to ease my concerns.

My wife looked at me. "For the rest of my life I will be ashamed about doing that."

I just stared at Kelly. I didn't know where this conversation was going so I didn't know how to respond.

Kelly noticed my confusion and said; "Don't worry baby doll, you will always be the love of my life."

She turned back to Chris. "And that is what I'm trying to say to you. I loved having you as a boyfriend. I am ashamed that I hid our relationship from my husband, but now he knows. After talking with Timmy I believe that if I constantly remind him that I will always love him and that he will always be my husband, he will be able to accept and maybe even enjoy the fact that I have a boyfriend."

Kelly paused. After a moment she said; "Chris, you're the problem. I won't lead you on. I won't give you false hope. Timothy Jamieson will always be the love of my life and I will never leave him for you or any other man. I would love to continue to have you as a boyfriend; but you must understand that is all I can ever offer you. If you want a wife and you want to have children, you will have to find another woman."

I was amazed at my wife's candor, but I was also impressed by her integrity.

Chris took almost a full minute to think about what Kelly had just told him and then he looked up and smiled at her. "I won't pretend that I haven't at times entertained fantasies about having you as my wife." He chuckled. "But I've always understood that it was never a possibility. Kelly, whenever you talk about Timmy there is an unmistakable sparkle in your eyes. There has never been any doubt in my mind that you truly love your husband."

Chris was quiet for a moment and then he continued. "I think you both know that I have always believed that Timmy knew about and condoned the affair that we were having." He glanced over at me. "Timmy please believe me when I tell you that I was devastated when I discovered that wasn't the case."

I nodded. 

He continued. "Kelly, I do not believe that you will ever be able to be faithful to one man. Timmy seems to be able to accept that fact. I could not. He is the perfect husband for you. For us, marriage could only lead to animosity, bitterness and eventually mutual contempt."

He shook his head. "You are a beautiful, intelligent and interesting woman. I relish your company. You are also the most exciting sex partner I have ever had." He laughed. "And as you well know, I have some substantial experience in that area."

We both smiled at Chris.

He smiled back at us and then he looked down at the floor. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully. Finally he looked up and said, "I'm thirty-one years old. I am looking for a wife and I do want to eventually have children. When I find my wife, I plan to be faithful to her."

Chris looked at me. "Timmy I already regard your wife as a close friend and I hope that you will allow me to become your friend. Once I find the woman who is going to be my wife, Kelly and I will have to be content with just being good friends. Until that occurs, if it's all right with you, I would love to continue to be your wife's boyfriend."

Kelly and Chris both looked at me. I suddenly realized that the ball was now in my court. In the fifteen or twenty minutes since I'd met Chris I began to understand why my wife liked him so much. He was not only handsome; he was also a kind, intelligent man who seemed to have some integrity. I'd already accepted the fact that Kelly and Chris were going to have an intimate relationship. The truth was, I was excited about it. I'd also long been prepared for the possibility that my wife might eventually have a boyfriend. Chris seemed to understand our relationship and he appeared to be a nice man. If Kelly was going to have a boyfriend, I really didn't think that she could find a better choice.

I turned to Kelly. "Do you want Chris to be your boyfriend?"

She nodded. "As long as you understand and won't be hurt by it, I would like that very much."

I smiled at both of them and then I stood up, walked over to Chris and extended my hand. "Mr. Kendricks, I'm Timothy Jamieson. Please call me Timmy. I'm Kelly Mason's husband. I understand that you're my wife's boyfriend. I'm pleased to meet you. I hope that we can become good friends."

Chris laughed and then he stood up and accepted my hand. "Mr. Jamieson, my name is Christopher Kendricks. Please call me Chris. I am your wife's boyfriend and I would love to become your good friend."

Behind us Kelly clapped her hands. "This is absolutely perfect." She paused. "Except for one little detail."

We both looked at her.

"There is no way that my little pussy husband is ever going to be allowed to call my stud boyfriend by his first name. Cuckboy, to you Chris will always be Mr. Kendricks.'

I obediently bowed and then I said, "Yes Ms. Mason I understand. May I presume that we are now unchecked?"

Kelly looked at Chris. "Is there anything more that you'd like to say to my slave?"

Chris turned to me. "Timmy you do understand that everything we do and say tonight is just part of a game, correct?"

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, I do understand that."

"And it is a game that you want to play, correct?"

"Yes sir, it is."

He smiled at my wife. "Yeah, I'm ready."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy are you ready?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason, I am."

My wife patted the spot next to her. "Chris I think it's time for you to take Dicklet's spot on the couch."

Chris sat down and put his arm around my wife. Once he was settled Kelly looked at me and said, "Dicklet, my lover and I are ready for our martinis. I also hope that you have an appetizer prepared for us. I am sure that my man is hungry."

As I walked into the kitchen I was feeling almost giddy. Kelly had just done an excellent job of allaying any fears that I might have had about losing her to Chris. Chris's comments also helped to quell any concerns that he might have aspirations regarding my wife that went beyond friendship and casual sex.

Once I was in the kitchen I made three martinis. I put two of them on a tray and then I took a quick sip of the third one and set it on the kitchen counter. That one was mine. I knew that as a slave I wouldn't be allowed to eat or drink with Kelly and Chris, but that didn't mean that I still couldn't enjoy myself while I was working in the kitchen. 

As soon as I set my martini down I opened the refrigerator and took out the appetizer. It was a simple recipe, but it was Kelly's favorite. I started by spreading cream cheese on a water cracker, then I dribbled a little cocktail sauce on the cream cheese and sprinkled the dressed cracker with chopped black olives. I finished the appetizer by crowning each cracker with a piece of cold fresh cooked shrimp. 

I had twelve of these canapes neatly arranged on a dinner plate. I set the plate on the tray next to Chris and Kelly's martinis and added several napkins and two small bread and butter plates. Once everything was neatly arranged I picked up the tray and carried it to the living room.

I was still in a very happy mood, but when I entered the living room the scene that I encountered nearly caused me to drop the tray. My wife and her boyfriend had their arms wrapped around each other. They were passionately kissing. 

I knew that this was part of the plan for the evening and it shouldn't have shocked me, but it did. I can only say that actually seeing the woman you love locked in an amorous embrace with another man is a sight that never becomes mundane.

I stopped and stared at them. Something in the back of my mind told me that staring was rude, but I was powerless to stop myself. I watched. As they kissed Chris pulled the top of my wife's dress down, exposed her right breast and started fondling her nipple. At the same time Kelly's hand found the tent in the front of Chris's trousers and she began massaging his erection.

They were totally absorbed with each other and were completely oblivious to my presence. After a few seconds the shock began to wear off and I started to pull myself back together. As I regained my composure my masochistic, submissive desires started to take over. I remembered that I was a slave and Kelly and Chris were my superiors. I thought about how I should act in this situation. I knew that I needed to deliver their drinks and appetizers, but I didn't think that it would be appropriate for me to disturb them.

Suddenly a frightening thought occurred to me. What if they stopped kissing and caught me staring at them. That would be unbearably humiliating. I quickly decided on a course of action. I would creep forward as silently as possible, set their cocktails and appetizer on the coffee table in front of them and then slip away without creating a disturbance.




Courtesan Ch. 15



I took a deep breath and moved forward. I nearly dropped the tray when I saw Kelly unzipping Chris's trousers. I took a moment to calm myself and then I tiptoed to the coffee table. I was just about to set the tray down when my wife reached into her boyfriend's open fly and pulled out his erect penis. 

During the past several months my wife had spent many evenings out because of her work schedule and she'd traveled on the majority of the weekends. This left me with a large amount of free time. I'd spend some of it looking at Internet porn, so I was familiar with big cocks. That evening, as I looked at my wife's boyfriend's penis, I quickly realized that in real life a nine or ten inch erection was much more imposing that it was on a fourteen inch computer screen. 

I gasped.

Chris and Kelly heard me. They stopped kissing and playing with each other and looked up. I quickly set the tray down and stepped back. I was both flustered and embarrassed. I was certain that my face was a deep shade of crimson."

Kelly noted my apparent discomfort and smiled at me. At first it was a warm comforting smile that relaxed me, but as soon as she saw me relax the smile shifted to a malevolent grin.

Staring into my eyes while she slowly stroked her boyfriend's erect penis, Kelly said; "It really is quite impressive, isn't it cuckboy?"

I nodded. I was too nervous to actually speak.

She snickered. "It's not difficult to understand why I prefer this monster to your little stub, is it Dicklet?"

I just stared at the floor. I was both utterly humiliated and excited beyond belief. Kelly laughed. Her appetite for sadistic fun was obviously taking over. "You do understand that if you had a cock like this I wouldn't have to go to other men for my sexual satisfaction."

Kelly was toying with me now. We were both well aware of the fact that the size of my penis had very little to do with her infidelity. She was just a glutton for variety. Nonetheless it was a creative taunt and the submissive masochist in me thoroughly enjoyed it.

I glanced over at Chris. There was a smirk of superiority on his face. It disappeared the moment he saw me looking at him. It was obvious that my wife's boyfriend was still a little uneasy about this situation.

Kelly let go of Chris's cock and picked up the two martinis from the coffee table. Brazenly ignoring the fact that her right breast was still hanging out of the top of her dress, she handed one of the cocktails to her boyfriend and kept the other for herself. Then, holding up her glass, she said; "To the future, a future where we're free to enjoy each other to our hearts content while my little pussy husband attends to our every need."

Chris chuckled. "I'll definitely drink to that."

They clinked their glasses. After they each took a sip of their martinis Kelly took Chris's glass from him and set it back on the coffee table along with hers. Then she leaned forward and looked at the plate of appetizers. "Shrimp, how nice."

Suddenly my wife looked up at me and frowned. "What are you still doing here Dicklet?" She waved her hands back and forth and said, "Shooo, go away! My lover and I want to be alone." She started to giggle. "Get back in the kitchen where you belong. I'm sure you have all kinds of sissy slave duties that need your attention. Call us when the dining room table is prepared and you're ready to serve our salads."

I was mortified. Kelly had never talked to me like that. I quickly turned. While I walked away I heard my wife say, "Now where were we? Oh yes, the appetizers. These are one of Dicklet's specialties. They really are quite delicious. Here try one."

As I was about to enter the kitchen I paused and glanced back at Kelly and Chris. My heart ached when I saw my wife feeding a cracker to her boyfriend.

I took refuge in the kitchen. I needed a chance to collect my wits. I leaned against the counter and took several deep breaths. They helped. My heart stopped racing and the tension in my muscles began to ease.

I took a sip of my martini. It tasted good. I started to feel better. I smiled. For the past four years I'd fantasized about seeing Kelly with a lover. Now that it was happening I was beginning to understand that it was going to be much more stressful than I'd ever imagined.

It was strange, seeing Chris playing with my wife's breast wasn't anywhere near as upsetting as seeing Kelly feeding him a cracker. 

I shook my head. I'd always assumed that my wife's liaisons with other men were nothing but dispassionate physical couplings. I'd never really imagined her playing and flirting with these men. I'd always taken it for granted that she only did that with me. I now realized what a foolish assumption that was. Human beings aren't built that way. Kelly certainly wasn't. She was warm, friendly and very flirtatious. 

The scene in the living room with Chris opened my eyes to that realization. I now understood that even back in college, when Kelly went out on a date with another guy, she was doing exactly that; going out on a date. 

I assumed that those dates were a little different because Kelly was a "sure thing". In college my wife had quite a reputation. She actually cultivated it. I don't think there was ever any doubt in the minds of the guys that took her out that they were going to end up "getting lucky". When Kelly Mason agreed to go out with you, that was a given. 

I suppose that was one of the reasons that I'd never imagined her flirting, laughing, joking and being friends with the guys she dated. I'd always assumed that they were just taking her out so they could get into her panties. I never really thought about her going to parties with them or laughing and flirting with them over a romantic candle light dinner. I'd always just imagined Kelly in bed with them doing the dirty deed. 

I chuckled. The image of my wife sitting next to a guy on a couch, her arm wrapped around his shoulder and her body pressed up against him, listening with rapt attention as he regaled the rest of the party goers with jokes and stories, was much more upsetting than the image of the two of them naked, rolling around in a bed, fucking like rabbits.

Of course, I never actually saw Kelly while she was out on a date or at a party. I was always waiting for her in her dorm room. I did see her flirt with lots of guys on campus during the day, but that was just Kelly. She flirted with everyone.

Now that I'd had a chance to think about all of this I realized that I'd been incredibly foolish. Kelly was a warm, caring, intelligent human being. For her, as well as most everyone else, good sex obviously had to include friendship, a little romance and honest human interaction.

"Timmy are you okay?"

I turned. Kelly was standing in the kitchen door. Her hair was mussed, her lipstick was smeared and now both of her breasts were freely hanging out of her dress.

I nodded. "Yes, I'll be all right."

"Baby, I'm sorry I told you to shooo and made you leave the room. I got carried away. After you left I was trying to make out with Chris, but I couldn't stop thinking about how awful I'd just been to you. He noticed that something was bothering me and when I told him what it was, he suggested that I come in here and talk to you."

Suddenly Kelly realized that her breasts were hanging out of her dress. She blushed and said, "Oh dear, I forgot that I was so exposed. I'd better put these away." 

As she started to stuff her breasts back into the front of her dress I said; "Kelly, Chris is your boyfriend and I'm your husband. I think it's all right for both of us to see you naked."

Without thinking my wife nodded in agreement, but then she stopped and looked at me. She must have sensed that I really was upset. After a moment she said, "Timmy I am sorry about the things I said to you, please forgive me."

I smiled at her. "It wasn't the things you said that upset me."

"What was it then babydoll?"

"I know this is foolish, but it made me feel bad when I saw you feed Chris that cracker."

Kelly stared at me with a puzzled expression.

I shrugged. "I know that it doesn't make any sense. I mean, he'd just been kissing you and fondling your breast while you played with his cock and that didn't bother me at all." I shook my head. "When I saw you feed him that cracker, it just tore me apart."

Kelly walked over and hugged me. "Baby, I'm sorry. That's just the way I am when I'm with a guy. It doesn't mean anything. I still love you more than anyone else."

Kelly and I held each other. I quietly said, "I know, it's just that this is the first time I've ever actually seen you with another man. Even when we were in college I was always waiting for you in your dorm room while you were out on a date. I always imagined you having sex with those other guys, but I never thought about you flirting and having fun with them."

Kelly took a step back and looked at me. There was a big smile on her face. She started to giggle, but then she put her hand over her mouth and stopped herself. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but you do understand that this is kind of a funny situation. Most people would have trouble understanding it."

"I understand his problem. It's you as a person that he's worried about sharing, not your body." 

Kelly and I turned. Chris was standing in the doorway.

"Timmy, would you like me to leave?"

"No absolutely not. I'm just being silly." I sighed. "I guess you overheard us. This is the first time that I've actually seen Kelly with another guy. Of course she's going to flirt with you and she's going to tease and play with you and she's going to love you up. That's her nature. It's one of the many reasons that I love her so much."

Stepping back over to me, Kelly kissed my cheek and said; "And I love you too."

I hugged her. "I know." 

I looked back at Chris. "I never really imagined her doing that with the guys she dated. Of course, I now realize that I was being foolish. Nonetheless, it might take me a little time to get used to this."

I thought for a moment and then I shook my head and said, "But I have to get used to it. For the first time I'm actually going to be included in this part of Kelly's life. I desperately want that, but if it's going to happen the two of you have to be able to act naturally when I'm around you. If you can't, I'm afraid that you'll quickly start finding excuses to get together without me. If that happens I'm certain that it won't be long before I'm once again excluded from this part of Kelly's life." 

I sighed. "No Mr. Kendricks, I definitely do not want you to leave. In fact, tonight I want Kelly to feed you a thousand crackers and flirt and fawn over you like you were the captain of the football team and she was a cheerleader with a mad crush on you."

Chris smiled at me. "Timmy, may I come into the kitchen?"

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, please do." I gestured towards the kitchen table. "Won't you please sit..."

Kelly interrupted me. "Timmy before we go any further, I think we should make another rule."

Chris and I both looked at her. 

"I've been worried that when I gained a slave, I might have lost my husband. I think it might help if the kitchen becomes your domain. In here, we are all equals. In this room you should call me Kelly and Mr. Kendricks should become Chris. I also think that if Chris wants to come in here he has to ask your permission."

Chris nodded. "I think that's a very good idea." He walked over and stood next to one of the kitchen chairs. "Timmy may I sit down?"

I smiled. "Yes Chris, please do."

My wife gently rubbed my back. "I like this."

Chris sat down. As soon as he was seated I said to Kelly, "Now I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Go over to your boyfriend and sit on his lap."

"Timmy?"

"Please do it for me."

"Okay." Kelly walked over to Chris and sat down rather stiffly on top of him."

"Now put your arm around his shoulders and relax."

"Timmy are you sure?"

"Yes I am. I'm very sure."

My wife put her arm around her boyfriend.

"Kelly do you like it when Chris has his hand on your breast?'

She stared at me.

"It's okay, we're being very open and honest right now. It's the only way we can make this work."

Kelly smiled at me. "Of course I like it when he touches my breast."

"Chris will you do that please?"

Chris nodded and placed his hand on Kelly's right breast and started fondling her nipple.

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy what's this all about?"

Chris kissed my wife's cheek.

She turned and said, "Not now!"

He kissed her cheek again and said, "Yes now. This is what Timmy is asking for, this is what he wants. He's desensitizing himself."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she smiled. "You mean like what people do when they have an unnatural fear of something, like spiders or snakes."

"That's right kitten, they deliberately overexpose themselves to the object of their fear" Chris looked at me. "Kitten is my pet name for your wife."

My stomach churned when I heard that, but Chris understood. We had to get everything out in the open.

Kelly looked at me in alarm.

I smiled at her. "It's okay. It's important that he feels free to call you that when I'm around. Do you have a pet name for him? You have one for me. You call me babydoll. It's okay for you to have one for Chris too."

My wife sheepishly answered, "Yes."

"What is it?"

"Bigdog."

I smiled. "It's kind of appropriate isn't it? Chris is Bigdog and I'm Babydoll." I paused. "Or dicklet."

She giggled. "Yes, I guess it is."

Things were going well. I was quickly becoming more at ease about seeing Kelly and Chris interact as girlfriend and boyfriend. I knew that it was going to take a little time before I was completely desensitized, but I was now feeling much better about what was happening between them.

I decided that it was time to get on with the evening. I looked at my wife and said, "Kelly, has Bigdog had his predinner blow job?"

She shook her head. "No, we were working towards that when we decided that I needed to come in here to see how you were doing."

Smiling at both of them, I said; "I appreciate your concern. I was a little down, but I'm feeling better now. Kelly, why don't you take Chris back to the living room. I'll set up the salads and when you're ready for them you can let me know."

"Timmy wouldn't you like to watch?" 

Chris's question caught me by surprise. I wasn't quite sure how I should respond. I really did want to watch, but admitting it was just a little bit embarrassing. I nervously stammered out an attempt at an answer. "I ah, well I'm not sure..."

In a very soft voice Kelly said, "Timmy, both of us would enjoy having you in the room with us. You just said that you wanted to be included in this part of my life. Well, here's your chance."

She stood up and took Chris's hand. As she pulled him out of his chair she said, "Come on Bigdog, it's time for us to have a little fun."

As soon as her boyfriend was standing up Kelly led him over to me. With her free hand she picked up my hand. "Come on Babydoll, you can worry about our salads later. Right now, it's time for you to see your sweet little wife in action." She giggled. "You know, I do happen to be a pro."

Kelly led Chris and me through the dining room. Once we were in the living room she let go of my hand and pointed to the chair opposite the couch. "Cuckboy, you can sit over there. Since this is a special occasion we'll make an exception and actually allow you to sit in a chair in our presence." She looked at her boyfriend. "Is that all right with you Bigdog?"

Chris and I stared at my wife. I think both of us were a little surprised by Kelly's abrupt change of demeanor.

She noticed our startled expressions and smirked at me. "Sorry dicklet, but we're not in the kitchen anymore. I'm afraid that you're back to being my lowly slave."

Chris chuckled and then he winked at me and said, "She really is very good at playing sex games, isn't she."

I smiled at him. "Yes sir, she certainly is."

"Damn straight I am pussyboy. Now get your sorry ass into that chair before I change my mind and make you lie prostrate at my feet while I suck my Bigdog's magnificent cock.

I sat quickly.

Kelly nodded with approval and then she turned to her boyfriend. "He really is quite well behaved. I think he's going turn out to be a very serviceable slave for us."

Chris was also a pretty good game player. Stepping right back into character, he stared at me like he was appraising my worth. After a moment he said, "I do believe you're right, but we have to be careful not to spoil him. I think we can make an exception and just this once allow him to sit in our presence, but it really should be a very rare treat for him."

My wife smiled at me. "Dicklet, I hope you understand just how lucky you are that I found such a kind and generous man to be my boyfriend. I really do believe that he will be a very benevolent master for you."

Chris looked at me. I think he was curious about how I would react to Kelly's last statement. Having another man as my master wasn't exactly part of my fantasy, but it didn't bother me either. It apparently was part of Kelly's fantasy, so I quickly decided to go along with it. I also had to admit that if my wife was going to have a boyfriend who was also going to be my master, Chris Kendricks was a very good choice.

I bowed my head and politely said, "Yes, Ms. Mason. I feel very fortunate."

Both of them smiled. They were still standing and Kelly was still holding Chris's hand. She turned to him. "Okay Bigdog, it's time for a little predinner recreation for you and me." She pointed to the end of the couch. "Why don't you sit down right here." 

Chris sat down. As soon as he was seated my wife kneeled on the couch next to him. Her large breasts were still hanging out of the front of her dress. She unbuttoned Chris's shirt and slipped her hand inside it. As she massaged his bare chest she said, "Dicklet, my man has such wonderfully firm muscles. Just feeling them like this gets me hot."

Kelly continued playing with her boyfriend's chest. I could see her rolling each of his nipples between her fingertips. Chris sighed with contentment. I smiled. She was obviously being very gentle with him. When she did that to me she loved to sadistically pinch and twist my nipples until I cried out from the pain.

After a moment Kelly removed her hand from inside her boyfriend's shirt, placed it behind his head and tenderly pulled his face to one of her naked breasts. "Lick my nipple sweetheart. I know just how much you enjoy that."

I cringed when I heard my wife call her boyfriend "sweetheart", but I bit my lower lip and kept my emotions in check. I knew that this was just the sort of thing I had to get used to hearing. 

Kelly cooed with delight when she felt Chris licking and biting her nipple. "That feels so nice, I love it when you use your teeth and your tongue together." She picked up his hand and slipped it under her skirt. "Feel how wet I am. I get so excited when I'm with you."

She glanced over at me. "I didn't wear panties tonight dicklet." She giggled. "I didn't see the point. I thought they'd just get in the way."

I could see that Chris's hand was now busy under my wife's dress. It was obvious that he was massaging her bare cunt. At the same time he continued to kiss, lick and bite Kelly's nipple. As I watched I was overwhelmed with envy. This other man was having a very good time with my wife.

Kelly unbuckled Chris's belt and lowered his zipper. After she opened the front of his trousers she pulled his erect penis out of his boxer shorts. This was the second time I'd seen Chris's cock this evening, but I was still amazed by both it's length and girth.

My wife glanced over and noticed the fascination in my eyes. As she slowly stroked her lover's large erection she giggled and said, "This is just one of the many reasons I call my man, Bigdog."




Courtesan Ch. 15



Kelly gently pushed Chris's face away from her breast and took his hand out from under her dress. "Sweetheart; lie back, close your eyes and relax. Both of us are going to enjoy this."

Leaning over, my wife kissed the head of her boyfriend's erect penis and then she lay down on her stomach so that her bare breasts were resting next to his hip. Reaching across his leg, Kelly grasped Chris's cock with her left hand and started kissing it. After a moment her kisses turned into licks and then she parted her lips and engulfed Chris's big monster with her mouth.

Chris smiled and slipped his left hand over to the hem of my wife's dress and pulled it up to her waist. While she sucked his cock he gently ran his fingers back and forth through the cleft between her ass cheeks. This excited Kelly. She started sucking on the head of Chris's cock even more vigorously. 

Suddenly she took his erection out of her mouth, looked over at me and breathlessly said, "Timmy I'm going to deep throat Chris's cock. Watch, you're going to be amazed."

As Kelly spit on the head of her boyfriends rigid erection she explained, "The trick is to get it really slippery so that it will slide down my throat easily."

She rubbed the spit up and down the shaft of Chris's penis. "Now watch Babydoll, I have to go really slow at first." 

My wife put her boyfriend's cock back in her mouth and slowly pushed her face down. Gradually the monster started disappear. I heard a couple of gagging and gurgling sounds and then Kelly lips were pressed against Chris's pubic bone. The entire length of his huge cock was inside her mouth and throat. I was overwhelmed with envy. This was a sensation that I would never be able to experience. My tiny penis wasn't long enough to reach the back of my wife's mouth.

Kelly started bobbing her head up and down on her lover's cock. It was almost like she was fucking Chris with her throat.

Chris smiled at me. "Timmy it feels good to have all of my cock inside her mouth, but I actually prefer it when she's sucking me." And then he shocked me. "I'm a little envious of you because she can take all of your cock inside her mouth and still suck you. That must feel incredibly good."

All three of us seemed to have temporarily dropped our dominant submissive roles during Kelly's demonstration, so I smiled at Chris and said; "It never occurred to me that there might be something that Kelly can do with me that you would envy."

He laughed. "Are you kidding me? She's head over heels in love with you. I can only hope that someday I will find a woman who feels about me the way your wife feels about you."

I chuckled. "You do understand that considering the current situation, most people would be more than a little amused by that last statement."

He shrugged. "Well that may be correct, but you do understand that what I just said is the truth."

I nodded. "Yes I do."

Suddenly Kelly took Chris's cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "Hey buster, I'm working my ass off down here. It would be nice if you'd show a little appreciation for my efforts."

Chris shook his head. "I'm sorry Kel. I really like your husband. It's fun to talk to him."

My wife rolled her eyes. "I like him too, but why don't we save the chit chat for later. Now, if you'll be good and pay attention, I'll do your favorite thing for you."

Kelly looked over at me. Chris loves it when I lick his balls while I jack him off."

Chris blushed. "What can I say, I think it feels incredibly good."

Kelly giggled. "Dicklet can understand that. He loves it when I sit on his face and jack him off while he licks my asshole."

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. I was sure that my face must have turned beet red. 

Chris stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Damn Timmy, is that true?"

There really wasn't much point in denying it. My wife was sucking this man's cock while I watched. My dignity had long ago been stripped away. 

I nodded and quietly said, "Yes, it's true."

He smiled at me. "Don't be embarrassed. I think it's hot. Maybe after dinner you'd let me watch you do it."

Kelly looked at both of us. She was smiling. "That can be easily arranged. He also has this hot new trick that both Tonya and I love. He fucks my ass with his finger while he sucks on my clittie."

"Damn Timmy, you're doing Tonya too?" Chris laughed. "I had no idea that you were such a stud." He thought for a moment and then he added. "I really would like to see this new trick. There are nights when I'm with a female associate that I could use a few tricks that might help me get her off."

I know that considering the situation it was amazing, but I was suddenly filled with pride. 

Kelly shook her head. "Studman, would you please focus. Right now, I'm going to try to get you off."

Chris chuckled. "Okay, I'll close my eyes and pay attention."

Kelly went to work. It was quite amazing. She really was a pro. At first she licked her boyfriend's balls while she masturbated him, but then switched it around and gently fondled his balls with her fingertips while she sucked on the head of his cock. 

As soon as Kelly sensed that her lover was beginning to lose control she wrapped her entire fist around his shaft and vigorously jacked him off while she continued sucking on the engorged head of his rigid penis.

I was watching Chris. Suddenly he gasped. For a moment he held his breath and then he exhaled and smiled. It was obvious that he was ejaculating. Kelly of course kept his cock in her mouth. She has always been very forthright about the fact that she loves it when a guy cums in her mouth.

Once Chris was finished ejaculating my wife took his cock out of her mouth, sat up on the couch and looked at me. With a malevolent grin on her face she stood up, walked over to me and sat down on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. As she kissed me she pushed all of Chris's semen from her mouth to mine. 

As soon as she was done she patted my cheek and said, "Dicklet, I hope that was just the first of many times that I'll be able to share my boyfriend's fresh cum with you."

Kelly kissed my forehead and then she stood up, walked back over to the couch and sat down next to Chris. Coquettishly rubbing his chest, she asked, "Hey Bigdog, are you getting hungry?"

Chris smiled. "I'm starving."

Turning to me, Kelly said; "Slaveboy, that's your cue. Hop to it. My stud is hungry. We'd like our salads as soon as you can get them ready."

I jumped up. This was indeed my cue and I was very eager to perform my role. Aroused from watching Kelly and Chris, I was feeling very submissive. I scurried into the kitchen. While I was preparing the salads I decided that this was an opportunity to fulfill a fantasy that I'd been dreaming about for several years. 

After quickly finishing the salad preparations I excitedly called Kelly and Chris to the table. Once they were seated I took a deep breath, let go of all of my inhibitions and tried to fully transform myself into Kelly Mason's servile slave. 

My heart was pounding as I carried the salads into the dining room. While I was setting them on the table Kelly noticed my exaggerated subservience. That was all the encouragement she needed to eagerly slip into the role of my haughty mistress. 

We fed off each other. As the meal progressed I became increasingly humble and Kelly grew into an arrogant aristocrat. She deliberately fawned over her boyfriend while I was treated with disdain and indifference. It was an exhilarating experience for both of us. By the end of the meal, my masochism and Kelly's sadism were flowing unchecked.

As I was clearing away the dirty dishes from the main course, Kelly dabbed at her lips with a napkin and asked; "Dicklet, what do you have for dessert?"

"Ms. Mason, I have a nice selection of hand dipped chocolates. There's a pot of coffee brewing in the kitchen and I took the liberty of purchasing a bottle of Drambuie and of course we have a bottle of scotch. I thought that you and Mr. Kendricks might enjoy a rusty nail as a digestif."

Kelly nodded. "Very good dicklet. My lover and I will have our coffee, chocolates and after dinner cocktail in the living room."

Kelly stood up and nodded to Chris. "My dear, let's retire to the comfort of the living room?"

Chris nodded. "I think that's an excellent idea." He stood up and offered his arm to my wife. "My compliments Kitten. That was an excellent meal. Your slave is a very talented cook."

Kelly took her boyfriend's arm. As he led her out of the dining room she said in a voice dripping with deliberate indifference, "Yes I suppose that he does have some skills."

I carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen. As soon as I'd stacked them on the counter I poured myself a cup of coffee and started setting the chocolates on a plate for Chris and Kelly.

I was brimming with happiness. The evening was turning out to be a great success. I liked Chris. He seemed to be a nice man. As I took a sip of my coffee I smiled. I was feeling confident that he would turn out to be an engaging playmate for Kelly, without threatening her relationship with me.

Over the past forty-eight hours, our relationship had certainly changed. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that those changes were the primary cause of my jubilant mood. I was living a masochistic, submissive cuckold's fantasy life; only this wasn't a fantasy. It was now a reality.

Acting as my wife's slave while she entertained her boyfriend over dinner was the most exciting and oddly, the most satisfying thing I'd ever done. Standing at the kitchen counter, I thought about everything that had transpired since I'd first met Kelly four years ago. I began to realize that all of our interactions had been gradually leading us to this new relationship. I was beginning to realize that it had always been my destiny to spend my life serving a woman like Kelly Mason and I now understood that there was nothing in this world that would make me happier or more satisfied.

I knew that Kelly and I had some work ahead of us. Resolving the details of our new relationship was going to take some time and effort. I had an overwhelming desire to submit to my wife's will and serve her, but I also wanted to continue to be her husband and I wanted her to continue to be my wife. Kelly and I loved each other. We were best friends, confidants and soul mates. It was important to me and I was certain that it was equally important to her, that all of those things continued to be part of our new relationship. 

Suddenly I realized that I'd become so preoccupied with my thoughts that I'd lost track of the time. I had duties to perform. My wife and her boyfriend were in the living room waiting for their dessert. I shook myself out of my reverie and went back to work. 

I quickly set the plate of chocolates on a tray and took out the Drambuie and scotch. I was just starting to make three rusty nails when Kelly burst through the kitchen door. She ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. 

"Timmy that dinner was magnificent. I don't think I've ever had so much fun. You were a wonderful slave. Being your bitchy mistress was so exciting." She giggled. "When Chris dropped his napkin and I made you come out from the kitchen and pick it up for him, I nearly had an orgasm."

I smiled at her. "I thought it was pretty exciting too."

"Did you? Oh I'm so glad. Now that you're my slave we can do it as often as we want. I can't wait to have a party with Tonya and Keisha. The three of us can get dates and you and Mandy can be our slaves. Would that be okay Timmy? Please say it would be all right."

I nodded. "I think it's a wonderful idea."

"I do too and I hope I'll be invited."

Kelly and I turned. Chris was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He knocked on the door frame. "Timmy, may I have permission to enter your domain?"

I casually waved. "Yes, of course, please come in."

As soon as he was inside Kelly asked, "Timmy can we sit at the kitchen table and talk to you while you finish cleaning up?"

I looked at my wife and her boyfriend. "Are you sure? The living room is much more comfortable."

Kelly hugged me. "I know it is Babydoll, but you're not in there. Both of was want to be with you."

I glanced at Chris. He shrugged. "Timmy, you are very well acquainted with the demands that JTandR puts on it's employees. The financial rewards are huge and the work is both fun and interesting, but it doesn't leave much time for a social life." He sighed. "I don't have many friends, especially male friends." 

Chris paused for a moment. He seemed to be thinking. Finally he continued. "Considering my relationship with your wife, I could easily understand that it might be difficult for you to become friends with me; but I'm hoping that might not be an issue. For the past year I've heard Kelly sing your praises on a daily basis. At JTandR, everyone who has heard your wife talk about you regards you as a pillar of wisdom and strength. You're considered to be the ideal twenty-first century husband. A man who's secure enough in his own sexuality and ego to be comfortable letting his wife sleep with other men and in fact work as a hostess."

I chuckled as I poured two cups of coffee and set them on the kitchen table. "Chris and Kelly, please sit down."

Chris pulled out a chair. Kelly moved to take the chair across from him.

I stopped her. "Kelly honey, sit on his lap. You've been looking forward to tonight all day long. Chris is your date for the evening, the entire evening. I want you to be able to freely enjoy him."

"Are you sure Timmy? I mean we're kind of taking a break from our game right now."

I nodded. "Yes. I understand that and I really do appreciate an occasional opportunity to interact with the two of you as an equal, but Chris is here tonight as your date. I think that both of you should be able to spend the entire evening enjoying each other."

Chris sat down and Kelly sat on his lap. Kelly's bare breasts were still hanging out of the front of her dress. She hadn't even bothered to put them back while they were having dinner. My wife was an exhibitionist. She had a gorgeous body and she enjoyed having men look at her. 

I set the plate of chocolates next to them. "Kelly, these are your favorites. They come from Berringer's Candy shop."

Kelly smiled at me. "You really are spoiling me this evening."

I nodded. "For a good slave; spoiling his mistress is more than a duty, it's a passion."

My wife stared at me for a moment and then she quietly said, "Really." She continued looking at me as she picked up one of the chocolates. "If pleasing me is your passion, then it shouldn't upset you when you see me do this."

She turned to Chris and said, "Bigdog, my slave selected these for our enjoyment. I really do think that you'll like them." Kelly held the candy up to her boyfriend's lips.

Chris looked at the piece of candy and then he looked at me. He was obviously remembering our earlier conversation. I smiled and gave him a slight nod. That was all he needed. He opened his lips and Kelly fed him the chocolate.

As soon as he finished eating it Kelly jumped off of Chris's lap, ran over to me and threw her arms around my shoulders. As she hugged me she said, "Timmy I'm sor..., I mean was it okay that I did that? This is all so confusing. It's fun when I taunt you and it gets me so excited when I flirt with Chris in front of you, but then I feel guilty after I do it."

I kissed her cheek. "Yes, it was okay. You don't have to feel guilty. I'm glad you did it. I'm getting used to seeing you flirt with Chris and it makes me happy to see you so happy." I patted her butt. "Now go back to your boyfriend and feed him another piece of candy."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes, I am very sure. In fact I have never been so sure of anything in my entire life."

Kelly looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Timmy what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust me and go sit back down on Chris's lap."

"You are sure?"

"Yes I am quite sure."

My wife walked over to her boyfriend and sat back down on his lap. As she was getting settled I took the opportunity to finish making the rusty nails. As soon as they were finished I brought two of them over to the kitchen table and set them next to Kelly and Chris. Then I went to the counter, picked up the third one and walked back over to them.

Kelly and Chris both gave me quizzical looks.

I smiled at them. "I know that it's unusual for a slave to propose a toast to his superiors, but we're in the kitchen, so I'm assuming that it will be allowed."

Kelly smiled back at me, nodded her approval and picked up her glass. Chris followed my wife's lead.

As we held up our glasses I said, "To destiny."

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy what does that mean?"

"It means lots of different things. I believe that you and I were destined to meet. As Chris pointed out earlier this evening, you're not capable of being faithful to just one man. I happen to be one of the few men who cannot only tolerate that characteristic, but is actually excited by it."

I glanced at Chris. He was nodding in agreement.

Continuing, I said; "It was destiny that you met Chris. After getting to know him tonight I think he's a wonderful choice to be the first boyfriend you have as a married woman."

Kelly gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "I think so too." And then she put her hand over her mouth and looked at me in sudden alarm. "Timmy, I'm sorry."

I shook my head. "There isn't any need to be sorry, I like him too."

Returning to my toast, I said; "Kelly I believe that you're destined to be a great courtesan who will also have many personal lovers during the course of her life. I'm pleased that we're finally on a course that will allow you to fulfill that destiny."

Kelly stared at me. I think she was a little amazed by my last statement.

I ignored her questioning look and proceeded. "I also think that I was destined to serve a great courtesan like you and I cannot begin to describe how excited I am about the prospect of fulfilling that destiny."

I took a sip of my rusty nail and held out my glass. "I repeat, to destiny."

Both Chris and Kelly were absolutely flabbergasted. Neither of them moved or said anything.

Finally I said, "Hey guys are you just going to leave me hanging here?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she shook her head and smiled and then she clinked my glass and whispered, "To our destinies."

Chris quickly pulled himself together and followed my wife's lead. After he clinked each of our glasses we all took a sip of our cocktails and set them on the table. 

There was a moment of silence and then Kelly said, "Timmy that was the most beautiful toast I've ever heard." Giggling, she added; "It was also very exciting. Do you really believe that you were destined to serve me?"

I slowly nodded and then with every bit of conviction that I could possibly muster I answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, I do."

Kelly stood up. During my toast she'd been sitting on Chris's lap with her arm draped around his neck. I was still standing next to them so after she was standing all Kelly had to do was take a half step towards me and her body was pressed against mine. 

She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked into my eyes. "Timmy, do you want to fulfill that destiny?"

Again I answered, "Yes I do."

When she heard my answer my wife took a deep breath and said, "I also want you to fulfill that destiny." And then in a solemn almost ceremonial voice she added, "I promise you that I will try to be an appreciative, caring and loving mistress."

I didn't say anything, I just bowed. It was intended as a sign of my willingness to submit. 

For a moment we were silent. It wasn't an awkward silence. It was more like a short period of quiet contemplation. All three of us grasped the significance of what had just transpired and we needed a few seconds to appreciate the full implications of the commitment that Kelly and I had just made to each other.




Courtesan Ch. 16



This is the sixteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous fifteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



I stepped into the living room, As soon as they heard me Chris and Kelly broke off their kiss and looked up at me. Kelly smiled. "It's about time you got here slave boy. We thought we might have to start without you."

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she said, "Dicklet, you're a little overdressed for this party. Why don't you strip down to your panties. I think it's time that Mr. Kendricks finds out just what a dainty little sissy you really are."

I balked. It wasn't that I wanted to be disobedient, it's just that taking off your trousers and showing another man that you're wearing lace panties is rather embarrassing. It's even more embarrassing if that man is tall and handsome and happens to be your wife's boyfriend. 

Kelly noticed my hesitation and in a very firm voice said, "Yes dicklet, it will be humiliating; but believe me, this is only the first of many indignities that you're going to have to endure in front of Mr. Kendricks."

Suddenly my wife's voice softened. "Timmy, this is what you want isn't it?"

I thought for a moment and then I sighed and smiled at her. "Yes Ms. Mason, it is."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

I took a deep breath and began to undress. I moved slowly. I was once again both excited and scared. I took off my shirt, shoes and socks first. I'm sure that my face was a shade of deep crimson when I finally unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper and pulled my pants down exposing my lace panties.

As soon as I stepped out of my trousers Kelly nudged her boyfriend and said; "They really are cute on the little sissy, aren't they."

Chris chuckled. "They're just perfect."

I was mortified.

Kelly stood up and stepped around the coffee table. "Now that you're appropriately attired for this party, it's time to do the same for me." She walked over to me and turned around. "I want you to undress me for my boyfriend."

My heart was racing. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I glanced at Chris. There was an excited grin on his face and his huge erection was obscenely jutting straight up from his open trousers. 

I unfastened the clasp at the top of my wife's dress and then I grasped the pull on the zipper. I was moving slowly. I think all three of us wanted to prolong and savor this moment. 

I looked at Chris again. He was staring at me with an expression of triumph. I understood. I was obediently giving him my wife and he was relishing the role of the conquering stud. 

Taking a deep breath, I inched the zipper down the back of Kelly's dress. When it was fully open I gave the skirt a gentle tug and let the dress fall to her ankles.

Kelly stepped out of the clump of rumpled white chiffon around her feet and said, "Dicklet, pick up my dress and lay it across the back of the chair over there." She laughed. "We're going to be using the couch and you certainly aren't going to be allowed to sit in any chairs for the remainder of this evening. At least not in our presence."

My wife glared at me with mock impatience while I picked up her dress. It was apparent that she was now feeling very dominant and sadistic. I suspected that the moments of tender reassurance from her were over for the remainder of the evening. 

After carefully straightening Kelly's dress, I laid it across the back of the chair. As soon as I was finished she gave me further directions, "Now pull the coffee table away from the couch. We're going to need a little play space."

I quickly complied. My entire body was surging with electric excitement. 

Once I was done Kelly nodded approvingly and said, "Very good dicklet. You really do make an excellent servant."

I beamed at my wife. Her praise made me feel like dancing with joy and then I looked at her, really looked at her.

Kelly turned to me and extended her hand but I didn't respond. At that moment I couldn't. My attention was focused on her nearly naked body. I was mesmerized. The white lingerie and high heeled shoes that she was wearing were the perfect compliment for her long blond hair and soft milky skin. She was indeed a goddess.

Kelly noticed my stupor and immediately understood it's cause. Smiling at me, she slowly shook her head and then made a quick nod towards her boyfriend. It was almost like she was saying, this is not for you slaveboy. Tonight my body belongs to that handsome man sitting on the couch..

She motioned with her fingers. I took her extended hand, but it was more of an automatic response than an overt action.

"Present me to my boyfriend."

I took a quick glance at Chris, but my gaze immediately returned to my wife. I was still captivated by her divine beauty. Her long blond hair piled in loose curls around her shoulders. Her large firm breasts stood proud, her nipples erect. I could almost hear them begging to be fondled and teased. The white garter belt served as the perfect frame for her smoothly shaved pussy. I yearned with envy as I realized that the sweet cleft that I so enjoyed tasting now waited to receive the attention of another man. 

"Timmy, I know that you heard me. I will not tolerate disobedience from you, especially tonight. Unless you wish to be spanked I suggest that you comply with my direction immediately."

Chris held up his hand. "Kelly, stop. This is too much. The poor guy is mortified with embarrassment."

"No Chris, I won't stop. Timmy and I both agreed that we wanted to push our limits tonight. If I'm making a demand that my babydoll can't bear to fulfill he can always say check. That's why we have a safe word."

Kelly's words snapped me out of my reverie. I wasn't hesitating because I was humiliated. I was simply overwhelmed by the situation. Standing next to my gorgeous wife as she was about to give herself to another man had overloaded my senses. For a moment my brain seemed to have shut down. 

I quickly pulled myself together. I could see a hint of concern creeping into Kelly's eyes. I needed to reassure her that I was all right and that she was in fact not pushing me too hard.

I smiled at her and said, "Ms. Mason, I beg you not to do that. Please don't force me present you to your boyfriend."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she grinned and said; "Timmy honey, I really was starting to get scared that I might have pushed you too far."

I shook my head no and gave her a sly little wink.

From the couch Chris suddenly yelled, "Check!"

We both turned and looked at him. 

He threw his arms up. "What in the world just happened?"

Kelly and I both started chuckling. Kelly smiled at Chris and said, "My little babydoll was using our code to tell me that I not only wasn't pushing him too far, he was actually enjoying what I was doing."

I looked at Chris and shrugged. "I'm sorry, the situation was getting so exciting that my brain kind of overloaded for a moment. I mean Kelly is incredibly gorgeous right now and I have to admit that your big dick is pretty imposing when it's sticking straight up like that."

Giggling, Kelly said; "It really is, isn't it."

Chris shook his head. "All right, I'm sorry. I should have had more faith in the rules of your game." He shrugged. "You have to remember that this sexual domination stuff is all pretty new to me. I've watched Kelly, Keisha and Tonya play with Mandy, but this is the first time I've ever been a participant."

I smiled at Chris. "Hey, there's no need to apologize. You started to feel uncomfortable about what was happening. That's the purpose of the word check. I'm glad you used it. I don't think there was anything wrong with asking to take a moment to clarify how each of us felt about what was occurring. Frankly your concern makes me even happier that you're with us."

"Well I'm still sorry, I feel like I destroyed the mood."

I nodded. "Maybe, but it will also help us be more confident when we play in the future." 

My wife sat down next to her boyfriend and kissed his cheek. "Chris Kendricks, you are a very sweet man. It's one of the many reasons that I'm glad that you're our friend."

Kelly started unbuttoning his shirt. "Now let's get these clothes off of you. You're the only one who's still overdressed."

After she finished unbuttoning Chris's shirt, Kelly slipped it off of his shoulders and tossed it to me. "Timmy, lay this on the couch next my dress. Be careful with it, he's going to have to wear it when he goes home tonight."

As I was laying the shirt across the back of the chair I said; "Ms. Mason, why don't you suggest to Mr. Kendricks that he bring an extra shirt and some clean underwear the next time he comes to visit. When he leaves he can wear the clean clothes home and I'll wash and iron his dirty clothes while I'm doing our laundry."

Kelly pulled Chris's trousers off of his legs. As she handed them to me she asked, "Would you really be willing to do that Timmy?"

I grinned at her. "Of course I would. I wouldn't be a very good slave if I wasn't willing to do that for you."

I laid Chris's pants across the back of the chair and turned back to Kelly. She was holding out Chris's socks, boxer shorts and tee shirt. She was giggling. 

I took the underwear from her. After I neatly laid it next to Chris's trousers and shirt I asked. "Ms. Mason, what are you giggling about?"

Kelly grinned at me. "It's going to be very easy for me to get used to having a slave."

I winked at her. "That's not hard to understand. Remember, it's your destiny to have a slave. I think it comes naturally to you."

My wife gasped and then she said, "Oh my! That just made my pussy tingle."

Chris shook his head. "You two are having way too much fun. I know I just told you that I don't know very much about this sexual domination stuff, but I'm still fairly certain that a dominatrix is supposed to be cold hearted and steely eyed when she's dealing with her slave. You two act more like a married couple from a television situation comedy."

Kelly laughed. "I watched a lot of television when I was a little girl and I don't remember any comedies where the wife's boyfriend was sitting in the living room naked with his giant dick sticking straight up in the air."

Chris waved his hands. "Yeah, yeah okay, maybe the situation comedy wasn't a great analogy, but you know what I mean. You two can't stop giggling and playing with each other."

My wife looked at her boyfriend. "Does that bother you?"

He vigorously shook his head. "No, no; not at all. In fact it makes me even more excited about the idea of hanging around with you guys." 

Kelly tapped Chris on the knee. "You do remember that just a few minutes ago you said the word check."

He shrugged. "I know and that's part of what amazes me. You two seem to be able to effortlessly slip in and out of this game you play. It's almost like you're both able to turn it on and off at will."

I looked at Kelly. "Can I try to respond to that?"

She nodded. "Certainly; in fact I'm very interested to hear what you're going to say."

I smiled at her and then I turned to Chris. "Part of what your talking about is due to the fact that we're both new to this game. So are you. That's why you had to say the word check. You were nervous about how I was feeling. Kelly and I slip in and out of the game for the same reason. We both occasionally need reassurance. Kelly needs to know that she's not really over stepping a boundary and inadvertently causing me either emotional or physical pain." I winked at her. "Or at least emotional or physical pain that's beyond what I'm willing or able to tolerate."

Kelly giggled. "Trying to find that limit is turning out to be quite a bit of fun."

Chris shook his head. "See! That's exactly what I'm talking about. The two of you can't be serious for more than one minute at a time."

I chuckled. "That's a separate question. Let me finish trying to respond to your first comment before we move on."

Chris nodded.

"I also need reassurance. Mostly I need to be reassured that my wife still loves me. I mean, look at the current situation. You're sitting on the couch with that great big dick that I know Kelly absolutely adores and I'm standing in front of you wearing a pair of lace panties. Kelly is about to give you a blow job and while she's doing it she's going to make me lick her asshole. You have to admit that the potential for feelings of insecurity on my part is really quite high. An occasional smile or word of reassurance from my wife is very welcome."

"There's another reason that I can't always be a cold hearted, steely eyed dominatrix with Timmy and it's very important to me."

Chris and I both looked at Kelly.

"Earlier tonight I told you that Timmy is the love of my life and that is true. He's the love of my life for many reasons. He's smart, funny, wise and incredibly fun to be around. Yes, both of us love kinky sex games. I admit that I do get a huge thrill from being a sadistic, dominant bitch and my babydoll obviously gets a kick out of being a masochistic submissive wimp. Sometimes we laugh about how well we compliment each other."

Kelly sighed. "I enjoy our kinky sex games, but I'd give them up in a flash if it meant that I wouldn't any longer get to enjoy my husbands wonderful, interesting, sweet and funny personality."

She smiled at her boyfriend. "Chris, tonight's dinner was very exciting. I loved making Timmy wait on us, but some evenings I'm going to want the three of us to sit together at the kitchen table so that we can eat, drink and laugh like the three close friends that I hope we'll become."

Kelly patted the spot on the couch on the side away from Chris. "Babydoll, since we still seem to be taking a break, why don't you come over here and sit next to us."

As I sat down next to Kelly and Chris I playfully shook my head in mock innocence and said, "Hey, what can I say. Nobody ever said, uncheck."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "I thought you were a writer, now I discover that you're also a lawyer."

"See! That's another example of what I was talking about."

Kelly rubbed Chris's shoulder. "Do you want Timmy and I to stop teasing each other?"

He chuckled. "No absolutely not. I just want to get to know the two of you well enough to be able to start teasing you too."

My wife leaned over. She kissed Chris on the cheek and then she grabbed his huge cock and gave it a firm squeeze. "I know an excellent way to become better acquainted with someone."

Chris grinned at Kelly and said;. "Oh yeah? Does it involve this?" He wrapped his arms around my wife and gave her a long, deep kiss on the lips.

Kelly responded. They were quickly locked in a passionate embrace.

That was fine, but I was now sitting on the couch next to them. It was an awkward situation. I pretended to cough and then I waited for a moment. They ignored me and kept kissing. I waited some more. They still kept making out. I finally decided that I had to say something. Cautiously, I tapped my wife on the shoulder and said; "Kelly, I'm sitting here next to you."

Kelly broke off the kiss with her boyfriend and turned. Looking at me with an annoyed expression, she said; "Well I guess we'll just have to do something about that, won't we."

She winked at me and I nodded to her. I knew what was about to happen.

Kelly said, "Uncheck". And then she cocked her arm and gave me a vicious slap across the face. "Get the fuck back on the floor pussyboy. You have absolutely no business sitting on a couch next to your superiors."

I jumped off the couch. As I kneeled at my wife's feet I heard Chris say, "How the hell does she change her mood that quickly?"

I wanted to explain to Chris that Kelly had the talent to be a consummate actress. It was one of the reasons she was so good at playing sex games and so valued as a hostess by JTand R. I didn't. At that moment I thought it was prudent to be submissive, obedient and very quiet.

Kelly looked down at me kneeling at her feet and smiled. I immediately recognized that this smile was different. This wasn't the warm, reassuring smile that she'd given me a few minutes earlier. This was a smile of triumph and conquest. My wife was pleased. She had exercised her new power over me and I'd responded quickly and obediently.

"That's a much more appropriate place for a submissive little sissy like you." Kelly extended her foot. "Kiss my toes sissyboy. It's time for you to demonstrate your unwavering devotion to me." She patted Chris's thigh. "And I want you to do it while this incredibly handsome man is making love to me."

Kelly's words sent a surge of excitement through me. I'd been fantasizing about this moment for the entire afternoon and now it was actually starting. Kelly and Chris were going to cuckold me while I watched. Breathlessly, I cradled my wife's foot in my hands and started kissing and licking her toes. 

As soon as she felt my lips touch her feet, Kelly pulled Chris's face to hers and whispered. "Kiss me, I'm yours. I've been waiting all day for this moment."

Being careful to continue kissing Kelly's toes, I discreetly peeked up. I saw Chris and my wife stare longingly into each others eyes and then Chris pressed his lips against Kelly's and they kissed.

As I watched my wife and her boyfriend kiss, I could see their excitement building. Kelly reached over and wrapped her fingers around Chris's erect cock. He responded by slipping his hand to her thigh. When Kelly felt Chris toying with the clasp that attached her garter belt to her stocking top she parted her legs and exposed her naked pussy. 

I could see that Kelly was aroused. Her engorged clitoris was poking out of the delicate fold that normally hid it from view. The sweet cleft of her pussy, that secret place that I loved to worship with my tongue, was coated with beads of moisture.

I held my breath as Chris slid his hand over to that magical spot. For the very first time I saw another man touch my wife's aroused sex.

I fervently kissed and licked Kelly's toes. This was partially a response to the excitement created by the scene I was watching, but there was also another reason. I didn't want to give my wife any cause to glance down at me. I was afraid that she might send me away if she caught me peeking at her and her lover.

Chris slipped first one and then two fingers into Kelly's cunt. When she felt the presence of his fingers Kelly let out a small gasp, but then she spread her legs wider for him and pumped his stiff erection with even greater intensity.

For a moment they both seemed to be lost in a swirl of sexual heat, but suddenly Kelly stopped pumping her boyfriend's cock. Sliding her hand over to her own sex, she grasped Chris's hand and held it still. After a second she pulled it away from her cunt and brought his fingers to her lips. 

Kelly pushed on my face with her toes and said, "Look up here cuckboy."

Cautiously, I looked up at my wife. She smiled at me as she put her lover's fingers in her mouth and lasciviously started sucking them. After several seconds of this she took Chris's fingers out of her mouth, kissed him on the lips and again looked down at me. "Dicklet, it's time for us to show Mr. Kendricks just what a pathetic little cuckold wimp you really are."

Kelly stared at me. There was a sadistic fire in her eyes. It scared me; but even more it aroused me. Shaking with excitement, I bowed my head and looked at the floor. I didn't return her gaze. I was Kelly's humble slave. I wasn't positive about the etiquette, but it seemed to me that a well behaved slave should always avert his eyes when he's challenged by his mistress.




Courtesan Ch. 16



I held that subservient position for a moment and then I risked a quick glance at Kelly. 

My wife's expression had changed. The dominant she devil was gone. Now there was a hint of both guilt and concern in her eyes. I quickly realized that Kelly had mistaken my display of submission for distress, shame and hurt. I was certain that she was afraid that she had gone too far with her last barb.

The truth was, I was unbelievably excited. My masochistic urges were flowing freely. At that moment I was willing and eager to soak up all the abuse Kelly wanted to throw at me. I needed to reassure her that she had not stepped over the line. 

I looked into her eyes. She caught my gaze. I winked at her. She stared at me for a moment with a puzzled expression and then her face broke into a huge smile. I raised my eyebrows up and down twice. It was a mischievous little expression that I knew Kelly loved. She started giggling.

Next to her, Chris shook his head. "The two of you are doing it again, aren't you?"

Kelly turned to her lover and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh, yes we are, but don't pay any attention to it. Timmy was just letting me know that my last taunt was okay."

Chris nodded. "I think I'm beginning to understand."

Kelly leaned over, kissed her boyfriend's nipple and then she looked up at him. "Bigdog, I want to suck your great big beautiful dick again, but this time I want my little pussy husband to lick my asshole while I'm doing it."

Chris glanced at me. He seemed to be looking for some kind of sign that this would be all right with me.

I smiled at him and gave him a quick nod.

My wife laughed. "Now you're doing it with him."

Chris blushed and then he stammered "Yeah well I just, I don't know I..."

Kelly kissed him. "It's all right sweet heart, I want you to be relaxed with Timmy." She reached down and squeezed Chris's cock. "I also want you to remember that when you're here, you're the man of the house. The little pussy is just a slave. You can say anything you want to him."

I wasn't sure how Chris was reacting to what my wife was telling him, but her words were driving me wild.

While still squeezing Chris's erection, Kelly leaned over and again licked his nipple; only this time she also gave it a gentle nibble. Chris chuckled. It wasn't because he thought something was funny, it was clearly a reaction to what my wife was doing to him. As I watched, there wasn't any doubt in my mind that Kelly was an artist at giving a man pleasure. 

Continuing to squeeze her boyfriend's erect penis, Kelly sat up, pressed her large breasts against his side and whispered into his ear; "If it makes you feel more relaxed, the wimp loves to lick my ass and he's been fantasizing all day long about watching me suck your cock. Getting to do both at the same time will be his wet dream."

Chris looked at me. The combination of my wife's attention to his cock and nipples, the close proximity of her supple body, her lascivious words and the sexually charged atmosphere obviously had him extremely aroused.

For the first time I saw Chris's dominant streak surface. He stared down at me with a smirk on his face and asked, "Is that true pussyboy? Do you want to lick your wife's ass while she sucks my dick?"

His sudden boldness shocked me, but I quickly pulled myself back together. I knew this was what Kelly wanted and I had to admit that I also found it incredibly exciting. I took a deep breath and answered. "Yes sir, it is."

Chris turned to my wife and chuckled, "I guess we should give the little pussy what he wants."

Playfully rubbing his bare chest, Kelly said; "Do you want me to make him beg for it?"

Chris stared at her with an amazed expression. "Do you think he'd actually do it?"

My wife nodded. "I'm reasonably certain I can make him do it."

Chris shook his head. "I have to see that."

Kelly giggled. "This is going to be fun." 

Still holding her boyfriend's cock in her hand, my naked wife looked down at me. There was an evil grin on face. It was obvious that her sadistic side was now in full control. She pushed her foot into my face and laughed as she rubbed her toes against my nose and lips.

I glanced at Chris. He was watching with rapt attention.

Still rubbing her toes on my face Kelly said, "Dicklet, I'm going to give my boyfriend another blow job. I just adore having his great big beautiful cock in my mouth and he loves the way it feels when I give him head. Mr. Kendricks is a very kind and thoughtful man and he told me that he'd be willing to let you watch." 

She sighed. It was a pretend sigh. "I think it might be better if you stood in the corner facing the wall. I'm afraid that if we allow you to watch us, you might get overly excited and create a fuss. We both know that sometimes you have trouble controlling your disgusting little urges. I really wouldn't want you to disturb my boyfriend while he's enjoying his blow job." 

Kelly paused for a moment. She appeared to be giving the issue serious thought. Finally she asked, "Would you like to stay and watch?"

I marveled at my wife's skill. She was taking our sex game to a whole new level. My tiny penis was sticking straight up. I was so excited that I was actually afraid that I might ejaculate without even touching myself. I smiled. I knew that Kelly was just playing with me; but if I actually did spontaneously ejaculate, that would certainly qualify as an instance where I'd failed to control my disgusting little urges.

Trying to disguise my excitement I took a deep breath and answered. "Yes, Ms. Mason I would very much like to stay and watch."

"Really? Well I'm not at all certain that would be wise. I think it's much better if slaves stand in the corner and face the wall while their superiors are enjoying themselves."

I was impressed with how skillfully Kelly was setting up this little fantasy and I was enjoying every second of it. Eagerly willing to go wherever she led me, I said; "No Ms. Mason, please don't make me stand in the corner. I promise that I'll be very quiet. Mr. Kendricks won't even know I'm here."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know, I really do think it would be best if you stood in the corner."

"Please Ms. Mason, I beg you to let me stay." 

My wife raised her eyebrows in mock surprise. "I'm sorry Dicklet, I didn't realize that this was so important to you. I guess that I could make an exception this one time and allow you to stay and watch, but I do think that you should have to earn that privilege. After all, you're just a lowly slave. We really wouldn't want to spoil you."

Kelly understood my fantasies and she knew exactly how to torment me. This charade we were playing was every bit as exciting for me as it was for her. I eagerly said; "Please Ms. Mason, I'll do anything, just don't make me stand in the corner. I beg you to allow me to stay and watch."

"Let me see, what could we have you do to earn this wonderful treat." Kelly closed her eyes and pursed her lips. She was pretending to think. After a moment she smiled and said, "I know, you can lick my asshole while I suck my lover's cock." She nodded with pretend satisfaction. "Yes, that's an excellent idea. That will help you remember your place while my boyfriend and I enjoy each other."

Kelly leaned forward and arched her back. It was the posture a stern governess might take with a small child. She stared at me for a second and then she asked, "Dicklet, are you willing to do that? Or should I just send you to the corner?"

"No Ms. Mason, don't send me to the corner. I'm willing to do anything, anything at all. Please, just let me stay."

"Are you willing to lick my asshole?"

I obediently bowed my head and quietly answered. "Yes Ms. Mason. If you'll allow me to stay and watch, I'll lick your asshole while you suck Mr. Kendrick's cock."

Kelly started giggling and then she poked Chris in the ribs. "See, I told you I could make him beg."

I chuckled to myself. Kelly and I both knew that one of my fondest fantasies was to lick her ass while she sucked another man's cock. I was quickly learning that my wife fully embraced the philosophy that a little creative make believe can spice up any erotic situation.

Chris smiled. "Kitten, I never really doubted you." He looked down at me. I was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Shaking his head, he added; "And you my devious friend are a most convincing accomplice."

It was clear that Mr. Kendricks understood our games.

Kelly looked at both Chris and me. "All right boys, there's been enough talk. It's time to get down to some serious sex."

Kelly slid off the couch onto the floor next to me. "Move back Babydoll. I want to get in between the Bigdog's legs."

I scuttled back. Kelly pulled Chris's knees apart and jockeyed herself so that she was in between them. Once she was in position she looked back over her shoulder. "Timmy that last scene was for you. Now it's time for you and me to put on a show for Chris. After we're done here we're all going into the bedroom and Chris and I are going to put on a show that will knock the socks off of all three of us."

I glanced up at Chris. He was smiling at me. I nodded to him. We both understood. Kelly had this entire evening planned out and one of her goals was to make both Chris and me happy. My wife was a pleaser. She loved making men happy. It was a passion for her. I suppose you could actually call it a fetish. It certainly wasn't her only fetish. Kelly loved sex. She had several, but pleasing men was definitely one of them. That was one of the reasons that she'd always been so promiscuous. She didn't like to say no.

Kelly reached back and poked my knee. "Come on dicklet, it's time for us to get crackin." She giggled. "I think that's my favorite new word."

I looked up at Chris, shook my head and cried, "Heaven help us."

He started laughing. 

Kelly glanced back at me. "Be careful dicklet. It's still not too late to get Mr. Kendrick's belt." She flashed a menacing smile towards me. "I have to admit that every time I think about whipping you I get this mysterious damp feeling between my thighs." 

Chris chuckled. "It's not all that mysterious."

Kelly looked up at him. "Be careful studman. I'm about to give you a blow job and while your cock is in my mouth I might just get a sudden irresistible desire to bite down hard." She giggled. "Then we'd have to start calling you dicklet."

Chris threw his arms up. "Whoa! Forget everything I just said. Instead, remember this; Kelly Mason is the sweetest, kindest, smartest and most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Kelly grinned at her boyfriend. "My you are a quick learner."

Chris winked at her. "My momma didn't have any stupid children."

My wife held up her hand. "All right guys. We're wasting valuable time with all this chit chat. We could be spending this time doing some serious fucking." Kelly glanced back at me. "Well in your case cuckboy I guess it would be some serious watching, but I'm sure you get the idea. Your mother didn't have any stupid children either."

I chuckled. Kelly had an uncanny ability to both taunt me and compliment me at the same time.

Kelly grasped Chris's huge erection with both of her hands. As she held it she glanced back at me and said, "Are you ready pussyboy?"

I gave her a thumb up.

She giggled. "This is going to be fun. I've never done this before."

As Kelly leaned forward and started licking the head of her boyfriend's cock I thought about what she'd just said. By the time she'd graduated from college my wife was an extremely sexually experienced young woman. Since then she'd been working as a professional escort. I will concede that she'd worked exclusively for one company, but the fact still remained that she was a high class hooker. Kelly's last comment suddenly made me realize that there were probably very few sexual acts that she hadn't tried. I know that many men would have been horrified and even terribly depressed by that discovery, but I wasn't. In fact it made me feel proud. I was married to an expert.

Kelly stopped licking Chris's cock and glanced over her shoulder. "Timmy is something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry Ms. Mason. I was thinking about what you just said."

Kelly thought for a moment. I think she was trying to remember exactly what she had just said. Finally she looked at me with a concerned expression. "Timmy I'm sorry, did I say something that hurt your feelings? Do you want to stop and talk about it?"

I smiled at her. "No, it was nothing bad and you didn't hurt my feelings. It's actually kind of cool. I'll tell you about it later."

Kelly nodded. "All right babydoll. Are you sure you're okay?"

From the couch Chris said, "Timmy we can take a break. I'll go make us each another rusty nail. We can have a drink and talk."

I put up my hand. I was actually feeling a little embarrassed. "No, no; I really am all right. We can talk about it later. I think it will make all of us smile. Right now I'd rather do this." I spread the cheeks of my wife's luscious rear, closed my eyes and reverently pressed my lips to her tiny hole."

Kelly shivered with excitement. 

Above me I heard Chris whisper, "Damn."

At first I just kissed Kelly's asshole. The thought that she was "making me" do it while she sucked another man's cock was unbelievably humiliating and wildly arousing for me. My submissive, masochistic desires were running unchecked. At that moment I would have eagerly submitted to any demand that Kelly made regardless of how degrading or demeaning it might have been.

Kelly was also aroused. She giggled with malicious delight when she felt me extend my tongue and start licking her. This reaction sent a thrill rippling through my loins. I pushed my tongue as deep into her asshole as I possibly could. Kelly responded by wickedly mashing her rear against my face. 

One of my fondest fantasies had come to life. My face was buried between my wife's gorgeous cheeks. I could feel her head bobbing up and down on her boyfriend's cock while she wantonly ground her ass into my face.

There wasn't any doubt in my mind that Kelly and Chris were enjoying themselves, but I fully understood that my wonderful wife was really creating this scene for me. Their turn would come later in the bedroom. 

Suddenly I had an overwhelming desire to express my gratitude to Kelly. She was a very sensual woman. The best way to thank her was to make her cum and I knew exactly how to bring her to an earth shattering orgasm.

While I licked Kelly I'd been gently massaging the small of her back. She loved this. When we were in college I used to spend hours doing it for her; but I knew there was something she liked even more.

Continuing to lick Kelly, I slipped one hand between her thighs. She jumped when she felt my fingertips brush the lips of her sopping cunt. I fondled the cleft of her aroused sex for a moment and then I moved my fingers up to her engorged clitoris.

Kelly shivered as she felt me touch, then softly caress and finally vigorously massage her sensitive bud. I was still licking her asshole. She was still savagely grinding her rear into my face while she sucked on her boyfriend's cock.

Time seemed to stand still. The three of us were caught up in a tumultuous whirlwind of carnal frenzy. We fed off of each other and our excitement mushroomed. 

Suddenly Kelly pulled her mouth back from Chris's erection and arched her back. She screamed. She was still holding on to his cock with her fist. She kept on pumping it as her entire body shook from her violent orgasm. My tongue was still buried in her asshole and my fingers continued rubbing her clit.

I felt something wet hit the back of my head. Kelly's orgasm was starting to subside so I pulled back from her rear and sat up. I saw my wife's fist wrapped around her boyfriend's cock. It was covered with his semen. I reached back and felt the wetness on the back of my head. It was warm and slippery. Chris's first spurt of cum must have shot clear over Kelly and landed on me.

I left it alone. It seemed appropriate that a good cuckold slave should have a little bit of his wife's boyfriend's semen drying in his hair.

Kelly let go of Chris's cock and turned around so that she was sitting on the floor with her legs extended. She wrapped her arm around one Chris's legs and smiled at me while she hugged her boyfriend.

"Timmy that was fabulous."

I smiled back at her. "I have to agree."

From the couch above us Chris laughed and said, "You won't get any arguments out of me."

My wife sighed. There was a contented smile on her face, but suddenly the smile turned into a frown. She looked at me. "Timmy honey, you didn't get to cum."

I shrugged. "I'm your cuckold slave. Slaves don't get to cum while their superiors are enjoying themselves."

Kelly stared at me for a moment. She was obviously considering what I'd just said. Finally she shook her head. "No babydoll, I'm your mistress. I'm the one who makes the rules around here." 

She scooted over so she was sitting next to me. Then she put her arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. "Sweetheart for the past year I've lied to you, taken you for granted and ignored you. We spent yesterday talking about that and I know you've forgiven me, but it might be a long time before I can forgive myself."

"I understand that orgasm denial is a big part of the submissive cuckold fantasy." She giggled. "And I will admit that it certainly makes my pussy tingle when I think about torturing you that way." She picked up my hand and held it. "But Babydoll, right now I can't do that. I already feel too guilty about neglecting you for so long. That would just be more neglect." 

She grinned at me. "You'd better prepare yourself dicklet. For the next few months you're going to be the most sexually satisfied man on this planet. There may be times when we're playing our sex games that I decide to withhold pleasure from you for a little while, but I promise that the moment we're done playing my first thought will be to get you off."

Chris chuckled. "Timmy it's going to be a real test, but I think you can handle the pressure."

I looked up at Chris. He was grinning at me.

Kelly pushed me down so I was lying on my back. As she slid down to my waist and picked up my tiny penis she looked up at her boyfriend. "Chris honey, I do love sucking your great big dick, but this cute little guy here brings me unbelievable joy every time I touch it."

Chris nodded. "I guess the size of a man's heart is more important than the size of his dick."

Kelly giggled. "That may be true, but if a guy has a tiny dick, he sure as hell better have a very active tongue. Now if you two don't mind we are again wasting valuable sex time with this silly chit chat."

My wife leaned over, took my little penis into her mouth and gave me an absolutely delightful blow job. It was my first orgasm of the day, so needless to say, I came quickly. Kelly of course, swallowed all of my semen. 

After she was finished we rested for a moment and then Kelly stood up, straightened her nylon stockings and garter belt and said, "Boys, I think it's time for us to retire to the bedroom. Those two blow jobs got me in the mood for some serious fucking."

She reached out and grabbed Chris's hand. "Come on Bigdog, you're just the man for the job."

She turned to me. "Dicklet, go prepare my bed. My lover and I are going to need a comfortable place to play."

I stood up. As I scurried into the bedroom I smiled. My wife was a whimsical woman. She was intelligent, kind, loving and considerate, but she lived for the moment. She made capricious decisions, often based solely on an ephemeral mood. Life as her slave was going to be filled with a myriad of unexpected twists and turns.

I pulled down the bed covers and fluffed the pillows on what was once our marital bed. I looked around. With a twinge of regret and a glimmer of excitement I realized that it was likely that this would soon become my mistress's private boudoir and the guest room would become my slave quarters.




Courtesan Ch. 16



"Thank you dicklet, fluffing up the pillows was very considerate. Mr. Kendricks and I both appreciate the finer comforts in life." In a deliberately arrogant tone of voice Kelly added, "I guess that's one of the qualities that makes us superiors." She flashed me a condescending smile. 

Apparently it was time for me to be subjected to another dose of humiliation and shame. My heart started racing. This evening Kelly's plan for me seemed to involve dishing out a generous serving of sadistic degradation and embarrassment followed by a large helping of love and tenderness. I was enjoying the combination. Kelly was right, the past year had left scars. Playing this kinky sex game was fun, but both of us were still a little vulnerable. We needed some periods of reassurance.

I smiled. At that moment I was feeling pretty secure. I was ready for a little more kinky fun. The masochist inside me was stepping forward with his hand out and I was sensing that Kelly was again in the mood to dish out everything I could possibly tolerate.

"Wipe that smile off your face Dicklet! You're now in my sanctuary and you will conduct yourself appropriately."

I politely bowed my head. "Yes Ms. Mason, I understand."

"If that's true, then why are you standing? I have a man in here. Standing in his presence without my permission is an intolerable breach of etiquette." 

I immediately fell to my knees. "I'm sorry Ms. Mason, I meant no offense."

Kelly nodded approvingly. "That's much better dicklet. I forgive you. I must try to remember that I have to be patient. You are just a slave in training."

She turned to Chris and gave him a long kiss on the lips. While she was kissing him she reached down and grasped his penis. I was amazed to see that it was already erect again. Mr. Kendricks was a very robust man. I could see why my wife was so taken with him.

"Mmmm, it seems like somebody is ready to play again." Kelly's voice was soft and gentle. It was the exact opposite of the harsh, authoritative tone she'd just taken with me. "Why don't you lie down and make yourself comfortable. I'll join you in a moment."

Chris sat down on the bed and lay back with his head resting on the pillows I'd just fluffed up. His trim muscular body and huge erection sticking straight up in the air made him a rather imposing figure.

Kelly turned to me. "Dicklet, this lingerie is just going to get in the way. Undress me."

A little thrill rippled through me. My wife was making me undress her while her naked lover reclined on her bed and watched. This was another classic submissive cuckold fantasy. Kelly was being very creative.

I moved slowly. I wanted to savor the moment. I unfastened the clasps on my wife's garter belt and carefully rolled each of her stockings down her legs. Once I was done she balanced on one foot while she raised the other.

After I removed her stocking she continued to hold up her foot. "Kiss it."

I submissively complied. Kelly smiled.

As soon as I was done kissing her toes Kelly lowered her foot and raised the other one. 

While I was removing her stocking Chris chuckled. "I have to say that the two of you put on one hell of an erotic show."

Kelly giggled. "It's keeping me nice and wet. 

After I kissed Kelly's other foot she set it down, walked over to her bed and sat down next to Chris. She didn't lie back. She kept her feet on the floor. She stroked her boyfriend's erect penis for a moment and then she turned to me and wiggled her finger. "Crawl over here cuckboy. It's your job to make sure I'm ready to take my lover's great big cock."

Spreading her thighs, Kelly lasciviously fingered herself while she breathlessly said; "Lick my pussy slave. I want to be nice and wet for my man."

I crawled over to my wife. Her cunt was already glistening with the moisture of her arousal. My efforts were going to be purely symbolic. I positioned myself between Kelly's legs and leaned forward. She sighed when she felt my lips touch her sex and I heard her breath catch when I began licking her. 

Kelly was already very excited. I sensed that it wouldn't take much to make her cum again. I found her clit and sucked it into my mouth. I knew that my wife loved that.

Whap! I jumped. Kelly had slapped the back of my head. 

"I told you to lick! I never said anything about sucking my clit. You're not down there to make me cum, that's my lover's job. You're there to get me ready for him. Do you understand me!"

I rubbed the back of my head. Kelly had slapped me hard. It still stung. I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason. I'm sorry Ms. Mason."

My wife glared at me for a moment and then her expression softened. "Very well dicklet, you're forgiven; but I warn you that in the future you'd better be more careful about remembering your place."

"Yes Ms. Mason, I will remember."

"Return to your task please."

I buried my face between my wife's thighs and licked her with uncontrolled passion. Kelly's imaginative little vignettes had worked me into a nearly maniacal state of excitement. 

Kelly let me lick her for a few more minutes and then she patted my head. "That's enough dicklet. It's time for you to crawl down to the foot of the bed and watch."

I moved quickly to the end of the bed. While I was getting into position, Kelly cuddled up to her boyfriend and gently kissed him on the lips. Chris responded by wrapping his arms around Kelly, aggressively rolling her on top of him and returning her kiss. They were quickly locked in a passionate embrace, their naked bodies pressed against each other, Chris's monstrous cock clamped between my wife's thighs.

They kissed and enjoyed the feel of each other's naked flesh for a few moments and then Kelly sat up. She rolled off of her lover and turned around so that she was facing me. As she stared into my eyes she straddled her boyfriend's hips, took hold of his erect penis and guided it into her glistening pussy. 

I didn't move. I couldn't move. I was mesmerized. All I could do was watch the scene unfolding in front of me.

Kelly slid forward. As she moved, Chris's erection slowly disappeared into her cunt. Once she had taken all of him she paused. It was clear that she wanted a moment to enjoy the sensation of having that giant cock inside her.

My wife's respite only lasted for a few seconds and then she placed her hands behind her, one on each side of her lover and leaned back. As Kelly began rocking back and forth on Chris's cock, he reached around her and cupped each of her large breasts with his hands.

At first Chris remained motionless. His only action was to rub and pull on my wife's nipples while she moved up and down on his rigid penis. I assumed that he was allowing Kelly to set the initial pace for their love making in order to give her an opportunity to become accustomed to having his huge monster inside her. He was obviously a considerate lover. 

As their passion grew, Chris became increasingly active. He began by slowly rotating his hips while my wife continued to rock back and forth on his cock. Gradually the rotation turned into gentle thrusts. The thrusts became progressively more aggressive and soon Chris was fucking Kelly with relentless abandon.

While Chris was lying motionless under her, Kelly had been able to continue staring into my eyes. Once Chris took over and started fucking my wife in earnest, the focus of her attention changed. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasure she was receiving from her boyfriend's erection.

They fucked in this position for several minutes and then Chris rolled Kelly off of him. She voiced a minor protest when she felt his cock slip out of her cunt, but Chris ignored her. He was in control now. He was dictating what was happening. This was clearly one of the reasons he was a stud. 

He flipped my wife onto her stomach. He was gentle, but he didn't give her any opportunity to resist and Kelly didn't show any inclination to resist. It was obvious that she'd now given herself to this man and he was free to use her as he pleased.

Once Kelly was on her stomach Chris moved into position behind her. She got up on her knees. My wife knew what her boyfriend wanted and she appeared to be more than happy to give it to him.

Chris's erection glistened with the sheen of Kelly's moisture. He moved forward. It slipped easily into her well lubricated cunt. My wife looked back. I could see her biting her lower lip as her lover began thrusting his cock in and out of her.

Kelly raised herself up and supported her weight on her forearms. This freed her hips and allowed her to meet each of Chris's thrusts with a thrust of her own.

Their passion grew by leaps and bounds. My wife shrieked with delight each time her boyfriend pumped his cock into her. Chris reached a hand around Kelly's thigh and found her engorged clitoris. As he continued fucking her while he vigorously rubbed her clit with his fingertips. 

I knew my wife. I was certain that this would put her over the edge. I was right. She quickly started to cry. After a moment she arched her back and her cries turned into a high pitched scream.

As soon as her orgasm erupted Chris pulled his hand away from Kelly's clit, but he continued to pump his cock in and out of her cunt with an almost barbaric fury.

My wife cried and shook from the intense pleasure of her orgasm, but her lover just kept on fucking her. When her orgasm finally subsided, neither of them still showed any inclination to stop. Kelly did remain motionless for a minute while she recovered from her climax, but Chris continued thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy.

As soon as Chris felt my wife start to move again he pulled out of her cunt, rolled her over onto her back, positioned himself between her parted thighs and pushed his cock back into her. 

Kelly lay still. She seemed to be content to gaze up at her lover while she enjoyed the pleasant sensation of his erection pumping in and out of her pussy. 

After a few minutes I could see Kelly's passion starting to grow again. She began by toying with her boyfriend's nipples and then I noticed her hips start to move.

Chris sensed my wife's renewed arousal and increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. Kelly responded by wrapping her legs around his thighs and bucking her hips to meet each of those powerful thrusts.

Their excitement mushroomed. They attacked each other with savage ferocity. They began to look less like lovers and more like two warriors locked in mortal combat. 

As I watched them I started to understand why my wife hungered for sex with a man like Chris. He was a kind, gentle and considerate lover, but he also understood how and when to become a ruthless brute. I knew that I could always be kind, gentle and considerate; but my tiny penis, slightly feminine manner and submissive nature made it very difficult for me to ever imagine myself as a ruthless brute. 

Suddenly my wife started to cry again. I knew that those cries were the harbinger of another building orgasm. Chris also recognized their significance and began fucking Kelly with even more ruthless intensity. 

This time when Kelly started to scream Chris stopped his thrusts. I watched. I was curious. He remained perfectly still while my wife's orgasm ravaged her body and then as the waves of pleasure began to subside he started a series of long, very slow thrusts. 

Kelly obviously recognized what was happening because she quickly pulled herself together and stared up into her lover's eyes. Suddenly Chris made several quick powerful thrusts and then he buried his cock as deeply into my wife as he possibly could. Kelly immediately locked her legs around his thighs and held him inside of her. 

I suddenly recognized what was occurring. I was watching another man ejaculate his seed deep into my wife's womb. As I kneeled at the foot of the bed I realized that I was witnessing the quintessential moment in the cuckolding of a husband.

As soon as he was finished ejaculating, Chris collapsed into my wife's arms. They lay quietly together; Chris on top of my wife, his cock still embedded in her sex. They were both enjoying the sweet sensations of post coital contentment. 

I was envious and maybe just a little bit jealous. I'd never been able to to make Kelly look as happy and satisfied as she seemed to be at that moment. As I thought about it, I realized that I would probably never be able to do it.

I remembered Kelly's earlier declarations that she loved me and that I was her favorite lover. I didn't doubt those claims, but I also had to accept the reality of what I was witnessing. As I looked at my wife lying there underneath her lover; I knew that I could never make her feel the way that he'd just made her feel.

Chris had taken Kelly. He'd ravished her. The smile on my wife's face was all the evidence I required to fully understand that she loved; no, she needed to be ravished.

I sighed. If there had been any lingering doubts about my willingness to allow Kelly to continue seeing other men, they were now completely eradicated. I loved my wife and I knew that I could never deny her the feelings of fulfillment and satisfaction that I now saw on her face.

Suddenly Chris pushed himself up and rolled off of Kelly. She uttered a faint sigh of disappointment when she felt his softening cock slip out of her cunt.

Chris lay on his back with his head resting on a pillow. He also had a satisfied smile on his face. His now flaccid penis lay languidly across his muscular thigh like a listless rattlesnake basking on a rock in the desert sun.

I chuckled at my simile and then I decided to take it to the absurd. Chris's deadly snake would soon awaken and when it did, it would rear up, attack my wife and once again spit it's potent venom into her. I was quite proud of my inane creativity and I couldn't wait until Chris was gone so that I could tell Kelly about it. I was certain that it would give her a good laugh. In fact she might even decide to use it as a basis for a nonsensical erotic poem. Kelly loved writing silly poetry.

I noticed my wife moving. I watched her. At that moment she was definitely not thinking about poetry. She cuddled up to her boyfriend's side, laid her head on his shoulder and started using her fingertip to draw lazy circles around his nipple. Chis responded by possessively putting his arm around Kelly and gently caressing the side of her breast. 

As I looked at them it was apparent that this was not the first time they'd held each other like this. Kelly and Chris were very familiar with each other as lovers. I also realized that this was most likely going to become a very common scene in Kelly's bedroom.

Suddenly I began to feel like an intruder. Maybe not an intruder, more like a peeker. I felt like a naughty little boy who'd sneaked into the bedroom so that he could watch his parents make love. Starting to feel embarrassed, I wanted to quietly slip out of the room.

Kelly must have sensed my discomfort, because she sat up and smiled at me. It was completely unexpected and very reassuring. Her smile immediately made me feel welcome and included. I smiled back.

Kelly spread her legs and looked down at her pussy. It was still stretched and open from her lover's recent invasion, but that's not what caught either of our eyes. We both focused on the trickle of milky white goo that was leaking from her.

My wife smiled at me and then she reached down with one hand and spread the lips of her cunt. We both stared at the trickle of her lover's semen that now dripped from her fertile womb.

Kelly wiggled the index finger of her other hand at me. She was silently inviting; no, ordering me to climb onto the bed and crawl between her legs.

I got up onto the bed. 

As I crept towards my wife Chris sat up. "Do you think he'll really do it?"

Without taking her eyes off of me Kelly nodded and said, "I know he will."

After that the room was silent. Chris and Kelly both watched in rapt fascination while I slowly but deliberately moved between her legs. 

The air was thick with tension as I lowered my face to Kelly's dripping pussy. All the nerves in my body were tingling with excitement. Another man had just planted his seed in my wife's womb. Now I was going to lick up the overflow while he watched with his arm still possessively wrapped around her shoulder. This was a cuckold's ultimate humiliation.

I took a deep breath. The rivulet of semen was dribbling from the base of my wife's cunt, running between the cheeks of her rear and forming a small pool on the bed sheet beneath her. I didn't move tentatively. I couldn't. I was too excited. I pressed my tongue between Kelly's cheeks and licked up the entire stream. 

I didn't gag. I just swallowed it. I was used to the taste and consistency. I'd licked my own cum out of Kelly's cunt or off of her ass, breasts or toes on many occasions.

In college Kelly had always made her lover's wear condoms, so this was the first time I'd knowingly licked up another man's semen. It not only didn't bother me, it excited me. I was a submissive masochist. I relished the humiliation.

I pressed my face into my wife's cunt and cleaned the entrance to her womb with my tongue. When I was certain that I'd lapped up every speck of Chris's semen that I could reach I sat up. As I looked at my wife I could feel the wetness of her lover's cum on my lips, nose and cheek's. I felt like a little boy who'd just devoured a giant ice cream cone.

Kelly patted my head and said, "Very good cuckboy, now lick up the cum on the sheet between my legs. My lover and I are going to play some more and we don't want to have to roll around in a mess."

I eagerly complied. At that moment my submissive masochistic urges were ruling my brain. I would have done anything my wife demanded no matter how debasing or humiliating it might have been. 

Once the sheets were clean I again looked up at Kelly. She smiled approvingly. I was feeling so submissive that I beamed with pride. She pulled me to her and gave me a long passionate kiss. Her boyfriend's arm was still possessively draped around her shoulder.

After her kiss, Kelly looked at me. It was obvious that she wanted to ask me something, but she appeared hesitant. I stared into her eyes and smiled. I was trying to assure her that anything she wanted would be all right.

Finally she took a deep breath and quietly said, "Timmy would you mind if..." She paused. She took another deep breath. "Timmy I love you and I so badly want to include you in everything that I do." She shook her head. "Oh I feel so guilty about asking you this."

Suddenly I understood what she wanted. At first I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then I realized that I didn't have any justification for feeling that way. Up to this point everything Kelly had done, even the sex with Chris had been geared towards fulfilling my cuckold fantasies. Now all she was asking was to have an opportunity to satisfy her and her lover's own desires.

I smiled at her. "You'd like to be alone with Chris."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy I'm sorry, but when you're in the room all I can think about is you. I enjoy that and in the future I want you to have lots and lots of opportunities to watch me with other men, but sometimes I need to be able to focus on my own needs."

I patted her knee. "It's okay, tonight you've worked very hard to fulfill my fantasies. Now it is your turn. I have a very good book. I think I'll go read for a while."

I winked at my wife. "May I have permission to stand up and walk out of your bedroom?"

Kelly giggled. "Yes my wonderful slave, you may."

I stood up. As I turned to leave Kelly said, "Timmy, thank you for understanding."

I nodded. "You're welcome and I do understand."

I opened the bedroom door. As I stepped out Kelly said, "Timmy I love you."




Courtesan Ch. 17



This is the seventeenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous sixteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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My eyes opened slowly. Next to me, Kelly was sound asleep. I glanced at the clock on the night table. It was five minutes to five. My internal alarm clock had been as reliable as ever. I yawned and quietly slipped out of bed. I was still tired. It had been nearly 1:00 AM by the time Kelly and I had finally gone to sleep. Sighing, I decided that some time during the day I was going to have to find the time to get in a nap. I didn't need excessive amounts of sleep, but three or four hours a night just wasn't enough.

I went into the bathroom and quickly completed my morning routine. This included a hot shower. I needed it to fully wake up. Kelly was still sleeping soundly when I returned to the bedroom. 

I felt a little tingle of excitement when I opened my underwear drawer and selected the panties I was going to wear that day. After I slipped them on I grabbed a pair of navy blue slacks and a yellow knit golf shirt from my closet. 

Once I was dressed I kissed Kelly on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the bedroom. 

I wrote a quick note in the kitchen.

Dear Ms. Mason

Have gone to work at Kirby's Quick Stop. Will be done between 10:30 and 11:00. Keep me posted on your day.

Your loving slave,

Dicklet

I taped the note to the refrigerator door, grabbed my car keys and left for work.

When I got to the Quick Stop Kirby greeted me with fresh cinnamon rolls and hot coffee. They were just what I needed.

He waited until I'd eaten part of a cinnamon roll and had several sips of my coffee and then he hesitantly asked, "So how are things going with your wife?"

I smiled at him. "Did you talk to Elvira yesterday?"

Kirby nodded. "I did."

"Did she fill you in?"

"Yup."

"About everything?"

"I think so."

"Even about Kelly's job? I mean her real job."

"Yes she did."

I waited. Kirby sipped his coffee. I ate the rest of my cinnamon roll. 

Finally I asked, "Aren't you going to say something about our life style?"

"Do you want me to say something?"

"Yes, I think I do."

Kirby thought for a moment and then he said, "Timmy when there's two kids in a family the younger child always seems to have a little more freedom than the older child had. I guess the older child fights all the battles and when the younger child comes along the parents are a little more inclined to acquiesce to demands and requests that worried them with the older child."

He took a sip of his coffee. "Well in this situation you might say that Elvira acted as your older sister. When she first told me about her relationship with Maxwell I was dumbfounded. I couldn't understand how any man would be willing to accept that kind of a marital situation. Elvira and I talked about it every day and it became increasingly apparent to me that she deeply loved her husband. It was obvious that she never would have dreamed about doing something that would have hurt him; so I had to come to the incredible conclusion that he not only accepted the situation, he liked it."

Kirby smiled at me. "Timmy, I may just be an old navy cook, but I am smart enough to understand that everyone in this world doesn't have to live and think exactly like me. The more Elvira and I talked about all of this, the more I began to understand that their life style didn't actually hurt anybody. All that really seemed to matter was that they were both confident of their absolute love for each other."

He stared at me. "Are you confident that your wife loves you?"

I nodded. "I wasn't a week ago, but I am now."

Kirby sighed. "Yes, Elvira told me about the problem the two of you had. I gather that your wife had a little difficulty reconciling her lifestyle with the expectations that were drilled into her by her family."

I smiled. "Yes, that's pretty much it in a nutshell."

"Is she feeling better about it now?"

"I think so. We spent all of Wednesday afternoon in some very intense discussions. I think she now understands that the only people we have to please are ourselves."

Kirby chuckled. "There are a lot of people who would be much happier if they could come to that realization."

I looked at Kirby. "Do you think I'm a pervert?"

"Do you think your a pervert?"

"Sometimes."

He laughed. "Timmy my friend, I believe that almost all of us occasionally believe that about ourselves. The people who don't are either sexually dead or so uptight that they have to deny their most secret desires."

"Do you have secret desires?"

"Oh yes."

"Tell me."

Kirby shook his head. "Oh no, you'll think I'm a pervert."

"He is a pervert. He has a huge collection of big titty magazines."

We both turned. Elvira was standing in the doorway."

I looked at my watch. "It's only seven o'clock. You're not due to be here for at least three more hours."

She shrugged. "I figured that there was going to be some pretty interesting conversation this morning and I didn't want to miss any of it." 

Both Kirby and I watched in dismay as Elvira hung her coat in the storage closet and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Kirby finally said, "You know, with three of us here it's going to get pretty fuckin crowded behind the cash register."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "If you'd lose a few pounds that might not be as much of a problem."

Kirby chuckled. "I have to eat to relieve the stress that comes from working with an acid tongued old crone." 

Elvira winked at me. "Timmy honey, our boss is pretty sharp. If you ever decide to start trading barbs with him you'd better be ready to get ripped apart."

"Be careful Timmy, she's setting you up. Elvira's not anywhere near as senile as she looks."

I put my hand up. "Hey you two can rip each other apart after I leave. Right now I want to hear more about Kirby's perversions. That's only fair. He knows that I'm a submissive cuckold wimp and you're a man hungry slut. Frankly, having a collection of titty magazines is pretty tame."

Elvira flashed Kirby a menacing grin. 

He madly shook his head. "No Elvira, I told you that in confidence."

"The boys right Cookie. You know his secret, so it's only fair that he learns yours."

Kirby sighed. "Oh all right." He looked at me. "But only because I already know about your fetishes."

I looked at him. "Okay, so what are yours?"

He pointed at Elvira. "She can tell you."

"He's a masochist like you and Max, but he's not a cuckold."

"How could I be, I've never been married."

Elvira shrugged. "Good point. Anyway, his fantasy is to be tied up and whipped by a woman with huge tits dressed in black latex."

I looked at Kirby. His face was beet red.

Elvira grinned. "I offered to do it for him, but my tits aren't big enough and I think I'm too old."

Kirby chuckled. "Yeah but you're sure mean enough."

Elvira stuck out her tongue at him.

I smiled at Kirby. "I like your fantasy. It's pretty creative."

He shrugged. 

"Hey I just had a good idea."

Elvira and Kirby both looked at me. 

"I could ask Kelly. She has big tits and she's pretty adventurous. I'll bet she'd be willing to do it."

Kirby's eyes bugged out and he madly shook his head. "No, no; that's okay, I'm...I'm fine."

Elvira laughed. It was a warm, comforting laugh. "Timmy honey our big friend is a little shy around women." And then she patted my shoulder and said, "Come on cuckboy, tell us about last night."

I smiled. I understood exactly what Elvira was doing. Kirby was embarrassed and she was shifting the focus of attention back to me.

I looked at Kirby. "Are you sure you want to hear about it? It was a pretty kinky evening."

Kirby's face was still flushed. He stared at the floor and quietly said, "Worse than wanting to be whipped by a large breasted woman wearing a black latex suit?"

I grinned at him. "Not worse, not better; just different."

Elvira poked Kirby in the ribs. "Want to hear about his night rubberboy?"

"Elvira stop! You're embarrassing him." 

"Oh Timmy relax. Kirby's my best friend. He knows that I would never deliberately do anything to hurt his feelings. He has to get over this silly insecurity about his sexual fantasies. You better than anyone should understand that there's nothing about his dream that hurts anyone else or for that matter should even concern anyone else. It's really nobody else's business."

I smiled "Kirby, she is right about that."

Kirby shrugged. "yeah I know, but it's still a little embarrassing. I mean it's not exactly the standard Hollywood romance scenario."

Elvira laughed. "That's the real joke. Your fantasy is probably a lot closer to the Hollywood norm than the sentimental pap that the gossip magazines try to peddle."

"Do you really think that's true Ellie?"

"Yeah Cookie I really do." Elvira patted Kirby's cheek. "Come on let's hear about cuckboy's evening."

"Elvira!"

"Oh relax rubberboy. Timmy gets just as excited when I call him cuckboy as you do when I call you rubberboy."

Kirby smiled at me and shrugged. 

I laughed.

He shook his head. "Timmy I'd love to hear all about your evening."

I nodded. "I served dinner to my wife and her boyfriend."

"Damn Timmy, that's pretty fuckin amazing."

"Hush up rubberboy! I don't want to hear your commentary, I want to hear Timmy's story. I think it's going to be pretty hot."

I spent the next hour telling Kirby and Elvira about Kelly's date with Chris and my role as her slave. They both listened intently.

When I was finally finished Kirby waited a moment and then he shook his head. "Fuckin A Timmy that really was hot, but..." His voice trailed off. Something was bothering him.

"What's the matter big boy? Come on spit it out. Some thing's bothering you and I'm sure Timmy won't mind if you ask him about it. He's a friend. It's better to be forthright and clear the air than to let some nagging question fester and gnaw at your friendship."

Elvira had a directness about her that was occasionally alarming but more often refreshing. She was genuinely open, sincere and honest.

Kirby slowly nodded. "You're right Ellie, I do need to ask." He looked at me. "Did you really eat his jizz? Isn't that kind of...?"

"Gay? Oh Kirby honey, don't be silly. That doesn't make Timmy gay. It's obvious to me that he's totally fixated on his wife's philandering pussy. My Max was the same way and he loved eating my lovers cum. The minute one of my boyfriends would leave he'd crawl into our bedroom and lap up every last drop of the guys fresh semen." 

She laughed. "Hell I loved it too. I still do. I swallowed a big load last night."

Both Kirby and I stared at Elvira. She recognized our amazement and rolled her eyes. "I told you guys before that I may be old, but I'm not dead. My German boyfriend, Wolfgang came over last night." She smiled. "Damn I love sucking his cock and when Wolfie cums I swallow every last drop."

Suddenly she got very quiet. "After Max died I stopped dating. I loved him so much. I was devastated by his death. I didn't go out of the house or have any visitors for months. I was withering away." 

Elvira walked over and hugged Kirby. "You and this stupid job saved my life and I'll always love you for that."

Kirby put his arms around Elvira. "No Ellie, you saved yourself. You're the one who took the job."

"How did you two find each other?"

Elvira and Kirby had their arms wrapped around each other. Elvira's cheek was pressed against her big friend's massive chest. She smiled. "I live around the corner. I had to get food. This was the closest source."

Kirby shook his head. "For months she lived on saltine crackers and tea. She came in once a week. Every time I saw her she seemed to be weaker and more frail. I was worried about her, so one day I followed her home."

"When he rang my doorbell I told him to go away. He refused and just stubbornly stood on my front steps waiting for me to open that damned door. Finally I relented and let him come in. By that time I was just a lifeless wraith. I had become completely passive. Kirby was the first person that I'd had more than a cursory conversation with in months. He was also the first person to pay any attention to me since Max's funeral. Suddenly I was pouring my heart out to him."

Kirby shook his head. "It was like a damn burst. For over two hours she sobbed and cried while she told me how much she missed her husband. When she finally calmed down I ran back to the store and got a can of vegetable beef soup."

"Timmy he held me in his arms and fed the soup to me." She smiled. "After that he came every afternoon and made soup for me. We talked while I ate. The soup and his care and attention not only restored my strength, it gave me back my spirit."

"Ellie was always a strong woman, but the death of Max was a traumatic blow. It had knocked her down. All I did was give her a hand up."

Elvira looked into her friend's eyes. "Cookie, without that hand I'd be dead today." 

She turned to me. "One day while I was eating my soup Kirby asked me If I wanted a job working in his store."

Kirby shrugged. "I was working every day from 6:00 am until midnight. The hours were starting to wear me down. The only break I ever got was during the time I closed the store so I could visit Ellie."

"My first reaction was to say no. Max left me with a very nice pension. Money was never an issue for me."

Elvira smiled. "But then I thought about Kirby's offer. It dawned on me that the job really wasn't about money. It was about purpose and companionship. We all need a reason to get out of bed in the morning and everyone needs a friend. I also stopped thinking exclusively about myself and finally realized that this wonderful man actually did need my help. I started work the next day and I was reborn. A week later I went out on my first date since Max died." 

She grinned at Kirby and me. "Damn it felt good to get laid again."

I stared at Kirby. Their story had moved me. On the surface the overweight, tattoo covered, exnavy cook appeared to be a gruff macho brute. That morning I realized what a superficial assessment that was. When I think back, I guess that I'd sensed the depth of Kirby's character and the strength of his heart the moment I met him. That explains why I was initially drawn to him; but it wasn't until that morning, when I finally heard Elvira's complete story, that I began fully appreciate just how good a man Kirby Lundquist really was.

As I stood there with those two wonderful people I made a decision. At my first opportunity I would tell this story to my wife and then I would tell her about Kirby's secret fantasy. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that both Kelly and Tonya would be able and willing to make it into a reality.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. Elvira spent the time regaling Kirby and me with a litany of wonderful stories about her extraordinary sexual exploits. It was obvious that all her life Elvira had been a bold and audacious woman with a nearly insatiable appetite for carnal adventure.

At 10:30 Elvira and I started checking me out of the cash register. While we were working Kirby suddenly asked. "Hey Timmy is that the same black Lincoln that picked you up here the other day?"

Elvira and I both stopped what we were doing and looked out the front window.

Elvira tugged on my shirt. "Timmy, that is the same car."

I nodded. "Yes it is."

Kirby reached under the counter and pulled out his baseball bat. "Timmy do you want me to deal with this?"

I grabbed Kirby's arm. "Relax buddy, they're good guys."

Kirby stared at me for a moment and then he nodded and leaned the bat against the back side of the checkout counter. "All right, but I'm going to keep this right here. If they try any funny stuff I've got your back."

I turned and looked out the window again. Edward Baylor was stepping out of the back seat of the Lincoln.

Next to me Elvira whispered, "Timmy that's the same guy that was here on Wednesday."

Kirby picked up the bat again. "Timmy I am not going to let them fuck with you."

This time Elvira grabbed Kirby's arm. "Cookie relax. You heard Timmy, they're okay."

"Yeah, well it never hurts to be prepared."

Elvira picked up her friend's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Just promise me you won''t do anything silly. If Timmy needs our help he'll let us know." 

She stared at Kirby. "Promise me. Say it."

He grudgingly said, "Yeah okay, I'll keep my cool."

Elvira smiled. "Good."

Edward Baylor opened the front door and stepped into the store. As soon as he saw me he walked straight over with his hand extended. "Good morning Mr. Jamieson."

I took his hand. "Good morning Mr. Baylor, it's good to see you again."

After we shook hands Mr. Baylor said; "Mr. Jamieson, Martin Jackson sends his compliments."

I nodded.

"He would like to meet with you this morning."

"Is he going to give me another five grand?"

Mr. Baylor smiled at me and asked, "Does he need to?"

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "No, he really doesn't"

He gestured towards the door. "Shall we go?"

I bowed. "Absolutely."

I turned to Kirby and Elvira. "Everything is okay. I know exactly what this is about. I should be back in a couple of hours and I'll fill you in on everything that happened. If I'm not going to get back here I'll call you."

Kirby nodded. "Okay Timmy, but if you need us call. We'll be there immediately."

I waved at him to acknowledge his support and then I walked out the door. As I was getting into the back seat of the Lincoln I thought to myself that it was very comforting to have friends like Elvira Higgins and Kirby Lundquist.

Fifteen minutes later the Lincoln pulled up in front of the Whetmore Building. As we got out of the car Mr. Baylor said, "John will wait for you here. As soon as the meeting is over he'll take you back to your car."

After seeing me nod in acknowledgment Mr. Baylor turned and walked into the building. I followed him. He didn't give me any further instructions. He didn't need to, he knew I understood the drill.

The elevator stopped on the fifty-second floor. As soon as the doors opened Mr. Baylor and I stepped into the oak paneled alcove. He opened the door to Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds and held it for me while I walked into the office. 

Janet Collins was standing next to her desk on the opposite side of the luxurious reception room. She greeted me as I approached her. "Good morning Mr. Jamieson. It's nice to see you again. Mr. Jackson is waiting for you. Please follow me."

She turned and walked down the hallway that was behind her desk. She stopped when she arrived at the door to Mr. Jackson's office. It was closed. She knocked. This time it didn't open immediately. Instead a voice inside said, "Come in."

Janet opened the door. For the second time in three days I walked into Martin Jackson's office. As soon as I was inside, Janet closed the door behind me.

Mr. Jackson was standing next to the four brown leather chairs that were arranged around a small coffee table. My wife was seated in one of the chairs. She was smiling at me. I smiled back at her.

Martin Jackson walked over to me with his hand extended. "Good morning Mr. Jamieson. It's nice to see you again."

I nodded. "It's nice to see you too Mr. Jackson."

After we shook hands he gestured to the chair to the right of my wife. "Won't you please sit down."




Courtesan Ch. 17



"Thank you." I sat down. I noted that this time I wasn't offered water or coffee.

Mr. Jackson sat in the chair opposite Kelly. As soon as he was seated he said, "Mr. Jamieson, let's get right to the point. Your wife and I have just been discussing the possibility of her returning to her old job."

"Yes, I knew that she was planning to talk to you about that this morning."

He looked at me. "How do you feel about that possibility?"

That of course the key question. It was the reason Martin Jackson had sent Edward Baylor and the Lincoln to get me. If JTandR wanted to put Kelly back into her old job they had to have my approval first, otherwise they would be exposing themselves to the possibility of additional legal action from me.

I also understood that once I gave that approval I would most likely be surrendering any legal advantages I might have had regarding potential claims that JTandR coerced my wife into a life of prostitution.

Actually I had very little interest in pursuing those claims. I didn't really believe that they had much validity. After all, Kelly did lie to her employers about my knowledge and acceptance of her job activities.

I also recognized that the partners at JTandR were very generous employers. Neither Kelly nor I were motivated by wealth. Kelly's compensation for her work as a hostess was more than enough money to keep us happy.

There was however a plan hatching in the back of my brain. The plan required a large initial infusion of cash. If I could make the plan work, it would not only benefit Kelly and me, it would also create a better living environment for the other hostesses at JTandR and therefore ultimately help the firm.

I looked at Martin Jackson and said, "Let's be frank."

Kelly's head shot around in surprise. "Timmy?"

Mr. Jackson stared at me for a moment and then he slowly nodded his head. "I've always believed that being forthright facilitates a discussion."

Kelly leaned over and whispered, "Timmy don't blow this."

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, it will be all right."

Kelly shook her head. She was clearly concerned about what I was doing.

Mr. Jackson was watching us. After a moment he said, "Mr. Jamieson, I believe the ball is in your court."

I took a deep breath and said, "First of all let us agree on a few basic assumptions."

"Go on."

"My wife was a very good hostess and losing her would be a misfortune for JTandR."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "Yes, I'll concede that."

Kelly was watching me very carefully. There was an expression of alarm on her face.

I ignored her. I had to do that. For my plan to work it was essential that Mr. Jackson viewed me as a force to be reckoned with.

I continued. "The circumstances leading up to my wife's eventual employment as a hostess for JTandR has left your firm in a vulnerable legal position."

"Yes, we discussed that two days ago."

"If I do consent to my wife's continued employment as a hostess, your firm's legal exposure is substantially diminished."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Yes, Mr. Jamieson; you are correct."

"Two days ago you offered me a cash settlement of four million dollars and offered to double that amount if I was able to reconcile with my wife."

Mr. Jackson didn't move or say anything. He just watched me.

"I have reconciled with my wife. If I approve of my wife's continued employment as a hostess will that offer be honored?"

Mr. Jackson leaned forward. He was about to respond. I held up my hand and stopped him.

"I don't think it should be honored. Actually I never felt the offer was necessary. My wife was every bit as culpable as your firm."

Now Mr. Jackson was staring at me with an expression of dismay.

"Nonetheless, the moment I approve of Kelly's return to work as a hostess I surrender any legal position we might have had."

Mr. Jackson continued to stare at me.

"I would like to propose a counter offer. I will approve of my wife's return to work as a hostess and my wife and I will both sign forms absolving your firm of any legal culpability for any activities on your part that might be construed as enticements or coercions to get her to work as a corporate prostitute. In exchange you will agree to pay Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus for returning to work as a hostess."

Mr. Jackson smiled at me. "Timmy that was very well done and yes, I will agree, but you've piqued my curiosity. After our last meeting I'd assessed you as a person who wasn't particularly motivated by money. Why are you making this proposal?"

"Two million dollars is a lot of money."

"Yes, but I'm certain that you realize that we're going to pay your wife a very generous salary. You don't strike me as the kind of man who would readily jeopardize that kind of financial security, even for two million dollars in cash. Kelly is a very good hostess, maybe the best we've ever had; but I'm certain that you must understand that nobody is irreplaceable. You took a huge risk. Why?"

"I'm plan to use the money for a down payment on a house."

"You can buy a very large house with a down payment of two million dollars."

"Yes, and I think we'll need one."

I glanced at Kelly. She was studying me. We hadn't discussed this and she was trying to figure out what I was doing."

Mr. Jackson was obviously still very curious. He looked at me and asked, "Why would you need a big house?"

"My wife has become very close friends with the other hostesses at JTandR. From what Kelly tells me, they all enjoy their work, but I get the impression that they're rather lonely. Kelly's job as a hostess demands that she spend a large number of evenings out. I also get lonely." I smiled. "I thought that maybe we could buy a house that was large enough so that all of us could live together. That way..."

Kelly gasped. "Timmy, what a wonderful idea. When did you start thinking about this?"

"Yesterday morning while I was driving to work, but you actually planted the seed when we were talking to Tonya on Wednesday afternoon."

Kelly looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"You remember don't you? You wanted Tonya and I to become lovers. You wanted her to become part of my life so that she could give me some support while you were out with other men."

Kelly nodded. "Yes I do remember. I'm also hoping that she'll badger me if I ever start neglecting you again."

"While we were talking about all of that Tonya mentioned that she'd never really had a home. I think it was that comment that started me thinking about using any money we that we might get as a settlement from JTandR to buy a big house. Tonya could live with us and if they're interested Keisha and Mandy could too."

Kelly grinned. "Timmy, I'm sure they would jump at the chance to do that."

I glanced over at Mr. Jackson. He was chuckling.

I thought he was laughing at me. I was a little offended by his callousness. With a slight tone of displeasure in my voice I said; "I'm sorry sir, but I do think it's a good idea."

Mr. Jackson quickly shook his head. "Timmy I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at either you or your plan. In fact I happen to think that it's an outstanding idea. Actually I've had the same thought for the past year, I just didn't know how to go about getting it done. Now you're here trying to persuade me to give you the money necessary to do it. I was laughing at the irony of the situation."

He sat back and thought for a moment and then he leaned forward again. "Timmy, I will gladly pay Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus. If you put it towards the purchase of a house where Tonya, Keisha and Mandy can also live, I'll kick in an extra two million dollars." He paused. "I do however, have one request."

"What's that sir?"

"I would like Antoine to be able to live there as well."

I looked at Kelly. She smiled. "Timmy, that's not a problem. Antoine is a very kind and friendly man. He'd be a wonderful addition to any household."

I grinned. "It looks like we're going to have to go house shopping. With four million dollars to spend I think we should be able to find something that will be acceptable."

Kelly giggled at my joke and then she said, "I can't wait to tell Tonya, Keisha and Mandy. They're going to be so happy."

I sat back in my chair and smiled. At that moment I was bursting with pride. I'd just locked horns with a hard nosed, multimillionaire business tycoon and managed to negotiate a deal that I hoped was going to dramatically enhance the lives of six people. For the first time in my life I felt like I was on the verge of accomplishing something that really mattered.

Martin Jackson smiled at my joke and Kelly's expression of excitement and then he said, "The financial terms of Kelly's return to her job as a hostess appear to have been settled, but we I think we still have some other issues to resolve." 

He looked directly at me. "Timmy, if your wife is going to return to JTandR as a hostess, I think that it's absolutely essential for you to fully understand your place in the hierarchy of our firm."

He paused to think. After a moment he continued. "This morning I met with Chris Kendricks. He told me all about your little dinner party last night. I found his description of the role you played to be most illuminating.

He leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Jamieson..." He stopped in mid sentence and smiled. "I guess there really isn't any reason for me to call you Mr. Jamieson anymore is there dicklet." He chuckled. "But of course you will continue to refer to me as Mr. Jackson or sir."

I stared at him. I was completely disarmed by this sudden change of character.

Before I had a chance to collect myself, he continued his verbal assault. "Cuckboy, you're sitting in a chair. In this office, slaves never sit in chairs. Now get down on your knees and do not ever again have the audacity to stand in my presence."

Feeling completely humiliated I passively slipped out of the chair and dropped to my knees. 

Mr. Jackson smiled at my acquiescence then he unzipped his suit trousers and took out his very large and very erect cock. "Come over here Kelly. Let's show the little wimp exactly what you do when you're at work."

Without bothering to even glance in my direction Kelly stood up and walked over to her boss. She stared into his eyes while she slowly removed her blouse. 

Mr. Jackson took a deep breath as he watched my wife unclasp her brassiere and toss it onto his desk. While Kelly was lasciviously fondling her nipples for him he reached out, grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. She fell to her knees between his legs and eagerly picked up his stiff penis with both of her hands. 

Martin Jackson turned his head and stared at me while my wife leaned over and kissed the engorged head of his erect cock. As Kelly took his massive penis into her mouth and started sucking it he sneered at me. "Cuckboy, your wife gives an absolutely magnificent blow job."

During this entire time Kelly had not smiled at me, made eye contact with me or acknowledged my existence in any way. 

Maybe it was because we'd just finished some very intense financial negotiations. Maybe it was because without any warning or prior discussion Mr. Jackson's demeanor had changed so abruptly. Maybe it was due to the underlying sense of malice that I suddenly perceived in his attitude towards me. Maybe it was because my wife was so thoroughly ignoring me. Maybe it was because I didn't sense the care and concern that I'd felt the previous night from Chris and Kelly. 

Most likely it was the combination of all of those factors and probably others that I hadn't even yet begun to grasp. In any case, this time I wasn't excited by the abuse and humiliation that I was experiencing. This time I was deeply offended by it.

Kelly was so engrossed in sucking her bosses cock that she didn't even take notice when I stood up and hurriedly walked out of Martin Jackson's office.

By the time I passed Janet Collin's desk I was nearly running. 

She stood up and called to me. "Mr. Jamieson, is something wrong?"

I was seething with anger as I stood in the alcove waiting for the elevator. I didn't care how much money that man had or how much money he was willing to give to Kelly and me. Nobody but my wife was going to treat me like that. I was Kelly's wimp, but I sure as hell wasn't anyone else's.

John, the Lincoln driver, saw me when I walked out of the Whetmore building. He got out of the car and greeted me. "Hello Mr. Jamieson, are you ready to return to your automobile?"

As I brushed past him I mumbled. "No thank you John. I'll find my own way home."

He stared in dismay as I stormed down the street.

I was two blocks away from the Whetmore Building before my anger finally started to subside and I again regained control of my emotions. I stopped walking and took several deep breaths. After a moment I noticed a cocktail lounge two doors away, Danny's Bar and Grill. 

I went inside. It was the lunch hour. The tables were full but there was space at the bar. I sat on one of the open stools. 

The bartender walked over and set a napkin in front of me. "What can I get for you?" He had a warm smile. It made me feel better.

I knew that alcohol wasn't going to help me so I said, "Just a Diet Coke."

He nodded. "You got it buddy." 

My cell phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D.. It was Kelly. I didn't answer the call. At that moment I didn't feel like talking to her.

A moment later my cell phone rang again. This time the caller I.D. indicated that it was from someone at Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. I didn't answer that call either.

The bartender brought me my Diet Coke. I took a sip. It tasted good. I started to think about what had just occurred. I didn't fully understand why I'd reacted the way I did. That scene should have just been another part of my cuckold fantasy. Yes, Mr. Jackson was much more aggressive than Chris had been; but I should have seen that as more exciting, not offensive. 

Kelly's failure to pay any attention to me at all had been very unsettling and I knew that had to be part of the reason I reacted the way I did. I also realized that it wasn't the only reason. As I sat there sipping my Coke I began to understand the real cause for my behavior and I felt ashamed.

I was feeling so proud of myself after I'd negotiated that deal with Mr. Jackson. For the past year I'd watched my wife's professional life grow and flourish. She had an important job with a very successful investment firm. She earned a six figure salary, wore expensive clothing, drove a prestigious automobile and regularly traveled to a variety of exotic cities. Of course I now knew that during all that time she was working as a corporate call girl, but I'd just learned that. For the past year I'd believed that Kelly was a successful business woman.

At the same time I earned barely more than the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a neighborhood shopping flyer that very few people actually read. I was trying to write a novel, but I was making very little progress. It would have been just as productive for me to have spent my time making collages of pictures I'd cut from magazines so that my wife could tape them to the refrigerator door.

During the past year Kelly had treated me with increasing disdain and indifference. I now understood why, but for a long time I believed the cause was my absolute failure as a human being. Even when you know the truth it can be very difficult to cull out the seeds of doubt.

This morning I'd actually done something important. I'd put together a plan that was going to dramatically enhance the lives of six people. I felt proud. I wanted to savor the moment, but that didn't happen. Instead I was suddenly dicklet the slave, my wife was ignoring me and the man I'd just grappled with in an intense negotiation was treating me like a pathetic wimp. 

I'd desperately wanted my wife's recognition and instead, she'd lavished her attention on my opponent and completely ignored me.

Now looking back I understood why she had to do that. Kelly's goal during that meeting had been to get her old job back. I also had a goal and when Kelly realized what it was and saw what I'd achieved, she was pleased. It just wasn't yet time for celebration. She still had a task to complete so that she could achieve her goal and I was too self centered to allow her to do that.

I desperately wished that somehow I could transport myself back in time. It now seemed like it would have been so easy to silently kneel there while my wife's boss made certain that I really was a willing cuckold.



Courtesan Ch. 18



This is the eighteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous seventeen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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"Mind if I sit next to you?"

I turned. A cute little brunette was smiling at me. She appeared to be about five feet two inches tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. At first glance she looked like a teenager, but when I looked into her eyes I saw a wisdom there that told me that she had to be in her mid twenties."

I shrugged. "Help yourself."

As soon as she sat down I turned back to my Coke. Even though she was gorgeous, I wasn't the least bit interested in meeting a strange girl in a bar.

The bartender walked over to her and asked, "What can I get you?"

"Timmy is that a Diet Coke?"

Without thinking I nodded and answered, "Yes it is."

"I'll have the same thing."

She opened her purse and took out a ten dollar bill. As she set it on the bar I realized that she'd just said my name. I turned. "How do you know who I am?"

She smiled at me. "Timmy I feel like I know you very very well. Kelly has spent hours talking about you and now that I'm finally getting to meet you I have to admit that you're even cuter than she said you were."

Extending her hand, she said; "I'm Mandy Wells. I work with your wife. I'm another hostess."

I shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you Mandy."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then I asked, "How did you find me?"

"John, your Lincoln driver sensed something was wrong. He followed you. When he saw you go into this bar he called Janet Collins. She told Mr. Jackson that you were here."

I shrugged. "I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd care."

Mandy shook her head. "Oh you're very wrong about that. The moment they realized that you'd left his office both Kelly and Mr. Jackson went into a panic. They ran after you, but by the time they got into the alcove the elevator door was already closed. Kelly started crying. She's still desperately afraid that she's going to lose you. Mr. Jackson took her to Tonya Lewis's office to try to calm her down."

"Keisha, Antoine and I all heard Kelly crying and ran into Tonya's office to see what was wrong. Your wife was sitting on the couch. Tonya had her arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. Kelly was sobbing. While she was crying she kept telling Tonya over and over; I ignored him. All I had to do was smile, but I didn't. I just ignored him."

"And when she wasn't telling her that she was saying; I promised him that I would never neglect him again and then I did it. I was such a fool. I'm sure I've lost him forever."

"Timmy she feels awful about what happened."

Slowly nodding, I said; "So do I"

Mandy gently rubbed the back of my hand with her fingertips. "Martin was on the telephone with Janet Collins. She was telling him where you were. I heard him tell her to call Wendell Tyler and ask him to join us in Tonya's office."

The bartender brought Mandy's Diet Coke. She took a sip and then she continued. "Kelly pulled herself together for a moment and took out her cell phone. She told us that she had to call you and try to apologize. She sounded desperate. When you didn't answer she put her cell phone away and burst into tears again. As soon as he was finished talking to Janet Collins Mr. Jackson tried to call you from Tonya's desk phone, but you didn't answer his call either. A moment later Mr. Tyler arrived."

Mandy looked at me. "Mr. Jackson told us about the meeting. Kelly is sure that you left because she was ignoring you. Mr. Jackson feels like he was too rough on you."

She squeezed my hand. "Timmy; Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I got so excited when we heard about your plan to buy a house for all of us that we could barely pay attention to anything else that was said. You really are the most wonderful man in the entire world. We have to find a way to resolve this misunderstanding."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'd like to find a way out of it too."

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Tonya discussed the situation and decided that they should send me to talk to you."

"Why you? I mean it was a good choice. You're doing a very nice job of calming me down, but we've never met."

"Because I'm a submissive just like you are. They thought I'd be the one who was most able to understand how you're feeling."

I chuckled. "They're smart people."

Mandy nodded. "Yes they are and they're also very nice. Mr. Jackson can sometimes be so dominant that he gets a little scary, but I know him. I understand how kind he really is. He'd do anything for me. All I'd have to do is ask him."

She giggled. "I did make them send me some back up." She turned and looked behind us. "He's standing by the door right now."

I turned. It was Wendell Tyler.

Mandy waved him over. He immediately joined us. The bar stool on the other side of me was open. As he sat down Mandy asked, "Sir we're having Diet Cokes. Would you like one?"

Mr. Tyler laughed. "Mandy honey, I think I can handle the real thing." 

It was possible that this wizened old man weighed less than Mandy.

Mandy waved to the bartender. When she got his attention she yelled, "One real Coke." And pointed at Wendell. The bartender nodded.

Mr. Tyler patted my back. "Timmy things got a little confused this morning. They didn't turn out the way anyone had planned. Let me begin by apologizing for my partner. Martin uses his time very efficiently. Sometimes that quality makes him appear to be abrupt. He is also a master at planning and making preparations. It's one of the main reasons that he's such a successful businessman."

He smiled. "Unfortunately those skills at times can mislead him. I think that this morning was one of those situations. You know of course that over the past year your wife has turned you into a legend at JTandR. Martin and I both love Kelly and since Kelly so obviously loves you we both also have to love you."

Mr. Tyler laughed. "I understand it really isn't rational, but it is the truth."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued. "Martin is an enthusiastic dominant. When Chris Kendrick's told him about the dinner party at your house, he was very eager to engage in a scene with you and Kelly. Of course he now realizes that he should have taken some time to discuss it with you first. Regrettably, this was a situation where my partners preoccupation with efficient use of time became a weakness. It also didn't help that the submissive he generally plays with trusts him implicitly." He nodded towards Mandy. 

She smiled. "Martin is always very verbally aggressive when we play. Because I trust him so much we're both able to relax and completely let go of our inhibitions."

Wendell sighed. "Because Martin and Kelly are so close and because he likes you so much, Martin falsely assumed that the same relationship of trust existed between the two of you. That of course just wasn't true"

Mandy grabbed my hand. "In Kelly's case her lack of attention to you was completely inadvertent. You may have noticed that Martin has a very strong personality."

I chuckled, "Yes, it's hard to miss it."

"That strong personality makes him a very demanding lover. He requires his partner's total attention." She smiled. "That characteristic also makes him a very exciting lover. I understand that Kelly did tell you that she's been having sex with Martin for almost a year?"

"Yes she did."

"I hope you can understand how easy it was for her to fall into an old habit."

I smiled. "Of course I can."

Wendell rubbed my shoulder. "Timmy, I understand that none of this really excuses either Martin or Kelly's behavior. I just hope that our explanations might help you understand that it was never their intention to hurt or ignore you this morning."

I nodded. "I understand. Actually I think I overreacted." I paused for a moment and then I quietly added, "There's also another reason I got upset."

Mandy squeezed my hand. "What was that Timmy?"

"Kelly works for a prominent investment firm. She earns a six figure salary, drives a prestigious car, wears expensive clothing and travels constantly. I, on the other hand, barely earn the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a shopper's weekly that hardly anyone reads. When Kelly and I separated I had to take a part time job as a clerk at a convenience store so that I could actually support myself."

I shook my head. "I'm not making much progress on the book I'm trying to write and frankly I don't think the part that I've completed is very good."

I glanced at Mandy and then over at Wendell. "I'm sure by now both of you have heard how Kelly grew increasingly distant from me over the past year."

They both nodded. 

"I now understand that she did that in an unconscious effort to hide the true nature of her job from me." 

I took a deep breath. "But before everything blew up I'd begun to assume that her growing disinterest was the result of her finally realizing what an utter failure I'd become." I smiled at Mandy. "You just pointed out that old habits are hard to break. It's equally difficult to let go of old assumptions."

Sighing, I said; "This morning I was so proud when I negotiated the agreement with Martin that would allow us to buy a house. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something that might actually matter."

Wendell patted me on the back. "And then my partner, with his obsessive desire to conserve time, ignored the importance of that accomplishment and moved right on to a kinky sex scene."

I nodded. "That's right. A scene in which I played the role of dicklet, the worthless sex slave."

Wendell shook his head. "Timmy my friend, I don't blame you for walking out of that office. I would have done exactly the same thing."

He looked at me. "Do you want to try to work this out?"

"Oh yes please. I desperately want to do that. I just don't know how to go about it. I'm so ashamed of what I did. I can't bear the thought of going back and facing those people."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Wendell leaned over so that he could talk to both Mandy and me. "It's really not all that complicated. First of all, it's important to understand that Martin is even more desperate to resolve this situation than you are. Your wife is the most popular hostess the firm has ever employed. Martin knows that John Reynolds will go ballistic if he comes back from his trip and finds out that Martin blew an opportunity to get her back because he tried playing one of his kinky sex games with you."

Mandy nodded. "And Kelly is just as desperate. Timmy you are the love of her life. A week ago she was certain that she'd lost you, but you gave her a second chance. Now she's terrified that she just blew that chance. Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I all warned her that she had to take better care of you."

I shrugged.

She smiled and continued. "I talked with Chris this morning. He told me all about your dinner." She started giggling and then she said, "I really am envious. I hope sometime soon we can serve a dinner together."

Stopping abruptly, Mandy shook her head and said; "I'm sorry, I just let myself to get sidetracked. Let me finish what I was trying to say. When Martin started playing that kinky game, Kelly should have been reassuring you just like she did last night when Chris was with her."

Wendell nodded. "She's right Timmy."

All three of us were silent for a moment. Finally Wendell stood up. "I'm going to go back to the office and have a private chat with Martin. I'm going to tell him everything we said to you and everything you told us."

He looked at Mandy. "I want you to stay here with Timmy. Do not let him out of your sight." He chuckled. "Timmy I'm not going to leave you alone until this is settled. I don't want to take a chance that you might slip away again."

I laughed. "Well at least I'm starting to feel important."

Wendell smiled at me. "Young man, both you and your wife are very important to us."

He turned to Mandy. "Give me a twenty minute head start and then walk back to the office with Timmy. After I leave call Tonya and tell her everything we talked about. When you're done ask her to have a long chat with Kelly. As soon as you get back take Timmy to your office and keep him there with until I contact you. As soon as you're settled call Keisha and Antoine. Ask Keisha to join you and tell Antoine to find me."

Wendell left. As soon as he was gone I turned to Mandy. "This morning a good friend of mine tried to talk me out of getting into that Lincoln and coming down here. Right now I sure wish I would have taken his advice."

Mandy poked me in the ribs. "Well I'm glad you didn't take his stupid advice." She leaned over and hugged me. "Because of your wonderful plan and your brilliant negotiations this morning, I'm going to get to live in a great big beautiful house with all my friends. Timmy, that's my fondest dream and you're about to make it come true."

I excused myself and went to the men's room. When I returned Mandy was on her cell phone. I assumed that she was talking to Tonya.

I sat with my back to the bar and did a little people watching while Mandy carried on her conversation. When she was finished she put her phone into her purse and stood up. "Timmy, it's been twenty minutes since Mr. Tyler left. Let's go back to the office."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'm feeling just a little nervous about this. Maybe it would be better if I called my friend Kirby and asked him to come down here and pick me up."

Mandy shook her head. "This is exactly why Wendell didn't want me to leave you alone." Grabbing my wrist, she said; "Come on sweetie pie, you don't have anything to worry about. Mr. Tyler is taking care of everything. It's time to go see Martin and your wife."

Mandy dragged me out of the bar. Once we were on the sidewalk she hooked her arm into mine and towed me back to the Whetmore Building. That tiny girl may have only weighed a hundred pounds and by her own admission been a submissive, but when it came to completing a task she was obviously a no nonsense woman.

The elevator stopped when it arrived at the fifty-second floor. As soon as the doors opened we stepped into the alcove. Mandy squeezed my hand. "Timmy just relax and follow me. We're going to go directly to my office. When we walk through the lobby you're going to feel like everyone is staring at you, but they're not. The other employees here are much too busy to be worried about us."

She smiled at me. "Are you ready big guy?"

I nodded. 

"Okay, take a deep breath. Here we go."

She opened the glass paneled door and we reentered the world of JtandR.

We walked briskly across the lobby. Janet Collins looked up. Mandy waved to her. She nodded. Wendell Tyler and Martin Jackson would immediately be informed that we were back.

Mandy pulled me down the corridor that led off to the right. I knew where we were going. I'd been here before. It was just two days ago that Kelly had brought me up to her old office so that we could pick up some of her lingerie. At the end of the corridor Mandy opened the door. We stepped into another much shorter hallway. There were three doors on each side of this hall. I remembered that Kelly's office was the second door on the right.

Mandy led me to the third door on the left and stopped. "This is my office. We can wait in here." She opened the door and we stepped inside.

I was surprised. Because Mandy was a submissive, I'd assumed that her office would be much smaller and more sparsely furnished than Kelly's. That wasn't the case at all. Her office was just as large as Kelly's and every bit as beautifully furnished.

Kelly's office had reminded me of a French boudoir. It was decorated with pastel shades of pink, green and yellow. Mandy's office was much harder. There was lots of leather and oak. It had the subtle feel of a renaissance castle. 

While the furnishings were different, the arrangement of the room was very similar to Kelly's office. In one corner there was a very small roughly finished oak desk and a padded desk chair. In front of this desk there was one large overstuffed brown leather chair. In the opposite corner there was another larger oak desk and another padded desk chair. This desk was pushed up against the wall. There was a large mirror mounted above the desk and another full length mirror was mounted on the wall next to the desk. This was obviously Mandy's makeup station. Like Kelly's makeup desk, this desk was also covered with an assortment of ornate cut glass bottles and several delicately carved and decorated wooden boxes. I assumed that the bottles were filled with a variety of perfumes and the boxes contained Mandy's make up and the jewelry she wore when she went out on her dates.

There was a door at each end of the wall opposite the door that we'd just come through. Between these two doors was a large, very comfortable looking brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it. Kelly's office had the same couch, but above her's there had been two elegantly framed full length portraits of nude females.

In Mandy's office there was only one painting over the sofa, but it was much larger. It depicted a naked young woman on her knees, her head bowed. Standing over her was a muscular older man attired like an ancient Greek warrior. In his right hand he carried a spear. The painting was well executed and had a definite baroque flavor to it. I suspected that it was very valuable.

Mandy pointed to the door closest to her desk. "If you need it, that door leads to a bathroom."

I shook my head. "No I'm fine."

There was a knock on the door.

Mandy called, "Come in."

The door opened and a stunning black woman stepped into the room. She was followed by a strikingly handsome black man. 

The elegantly dressed young woman was about 5'6" or 5'7". She was large busted, but otherwise had a slender figure. Her sumptuously soft skin was the color of a strong cup of coffee that had been generously laced with rich cream. She wore her long black hair pulled back into a pony tail. The dazzling pair of gold earrings that dangled from her earlobes and the ruby stud that decorated the side of her nose were the final touches that turned her into a truly exotic beauty.

The man behind her was tall, maybe 6'3" or 6'4". His white knit golf shirt and dark slacks accentuated a lean sinewy build common amongst college basketball players. His well muscled upper body, short cropped hair and confident manner suggested that he wasn't just an athlete, he was a powerful athlete. It would have been easy to dismiss this man as a mindless jock, but the van dyke beard he wore and the gold wire rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose created an undeniable air of sophistication.

The woman walked right over to me and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Keisha, you must be Timmy. I'm in love with you. Divorce Kelly and marry me."

The man walked up behind her shaking his head. "Timmy just ignore her. These periods of insanity eventually pass."

I smiled at him. "You must be Antoine."

He nodded. "I am."

Suddenly I realized that Keisha was staring at me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression. 

She said, "Well?"

I shook my head and asked, "Well what?"

"Are you going to divorce Kelly and marry me?"

I started laughing. I really didn't know what else to do.

Keisha burst out laughing, threw her arms around my shoulders and gave me a big hug. While she was hugging me she reached down the front of my trousers and grabbed my bare penis. "Oh yes, there it is. It really is cute. Come on baby, get it stiff for me." 




Courtesan Ch. 18



Antoine stepped up to Keisha and tapped her on the shoulder. "Leave him alone Keish. You're embarrassing him. He's trying to do the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for you and you're saying thank you by tormenting him."

Keisha stopped moving. She stayed perfectly still for a moment and then she pulled her hand out of my pants and stepped back. Her demeanor had changed. Her expression was now much more serious. Shaking her head, she said; "I'm sorry Timmy. I didn't mean to offend you. I love to tease and sometimes I get a little carried away. Kelly has told us so much about you that I really do feel like we're already good friends." 

She paused for a moment and then she quietly asked, "Do you really think we can buy a big house and live together?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes Keisha, I'm sure we can." I smiled at her. "Kelly's told me all about you too and I also feel like we're already good friends." 

Suddenly I was feeling playful. Certainly part of the reason was the warm friendliness of these three people, but there was more. I envied Keisha's spontaneity, Antoine's air of confidence and Mandy's strength of character. Maybe I was trying to emulate them. Certainly my own self esteem was getting a boost from their excitement about my idea of buying a house. It might have also been due to everyone telling me how excited they were to meet me. I suspect it mostly had to do with the emotional roller coaster ride I'd been on for the past two hours. In any case, I decided that I wanted to try to flirt with Keisha. 

I winked at her and coyly said, "No, I won't divorce Kelly and marry you." And then I shocked myself and everyone else in the room. I boldly picked up Keisha's hand and pushed it back down the front of my trousers. "But I do want you to know that you're always welcome to shove your hand down the front of my pants and grab my tiny dick."

Grinning at me as she squeezed my penis, Keisha said; "Timmy honey I think that you and I are going to become very close friends."

As soon as I did it, I regretted it. Pangs of guilt assaulted my gut. I was terrified that Kelly might walk into the room at any moment. I desperately wanted to pull Keisha's hand back out of my pants, but I was too ashamed to do it.

Fortunately Mandy came to my rescue. She walked over and said; "All right, enough fooling around." 

She grabbed Keisha's arm and pulled her hand out of my trousers. Sounding like a prim third grade teacher she said, "For a little while, everyone is going to keep their hands to themselves."

Keisha shook her head. "Mandy you're being much too serious."

"No Keish, I'm not. Think about it, with everything that's gone on today do you really want Kelly to walk into this office and find you with your hand down the front of her husband's pants?"

"Kelly wouldn't care, she knows me. She'd realize that I was just playing. Besides, Timmy put my hand down there."

Mandy shook her head. "Only after you put it there first. Keish you saw Kelly crying in Tonnie's office. Do you really want to risk upsetting her right now?"

Antoine put his arm around Keisha's shoulder. "She's right Keish. I don't think any of us really understand just how difficult the past year has been for Kelly and Timmy. The unpleasantness that occurred this morning makes it very clear that they both still have emotional wounds that are just starting to heal. The last thing any of us want to do is inadvertently reopen one of those wounds."

Keisha sighed. "Mandy, I'm sorry. I was being foolish." She smiled at me. "Timmy as you get to know me you'll learn that impulsiveness and stupidity are my two greatest strengths."

Antoine hugged her. "I prefer to think of those qualities as spontaneity and a penchant for guileless self expression."

Mandy laughed. "Timmy, that charm is the reason that Mr. Carter is such a skilled host."

Keisha rolled her eyes, "That and his twelve inch dick."

Suddenly the door opened and Kelly stepped into the room. Tonya was right behind her. Everyone turned and looked at Kelly. She had a doleful expression on her face. She'd obviously repaired her makeup, but it couldn't disguise the sadness in her eyes.

Mandy grabbed Antoine and Keisha. "Come on, let's leave them alone."

Tonya smiled at Kelly. "We'll be in my office if you need us."

Kelly nodded to her and quietly said, "Thank you."

After they were gone we just stared at each other for a moment. I don't think either of us knew how to begin. Finally Kelly said, "Timmy, I'm so sorry." She paused, closed her eyes and whispered, "For so many things."

I walked over, put my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. "It's okay. You didn't really do anything wrong. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"But Timmy I ignored you. When Martin started being so aggressive I should have tried to reassure you, but I was too caught up in selfishly taking care of my own needs. I forgot about paying attention to your feelings."

"Kelly honey, I'm a big boy. I shouldn't need to be constantly reassured."

She shook her head. "No Timmy, during the past year I neglected you, ignored you and took you for granted. I was a terrible wife. I owe you a mountain of reassurance."

I nodded. "Okay, but if we're going to make this life style work I am going to eventually have to learn to trust your love for me."

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Timmy you don't ever have to doubt my love for you."

"I know, but when I see you totally focused on sucking another man's cock it can be very easy for doubt to creep into my mind."

My wife sighed. "Oh Timmy, I'm not sure what to do. I love sex. I love sucking cocks, I love fucking. When I'm with a guy, any guy; I do become completely engrossed in what I'm doing. It's why I'm such a good hostess. The man I'm entertaining always feels like his pleasure is the most important thing in the world to me. He feels that way because it's true. Once I start to get excited I become completely obsessed with giving and receiving pleasure."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't focus on pleasing a man because I'm in love with him, I do it because I'm in love with sex. Timmy, you're the only man I'll ever love, but when you see me with someone else I can understand why it might be very hard for you to believe that."

She closed her eyes. "Timmy, I don't think I can change." She paused for a moment and then she quietly said, "No baby, I don't want to change. That passion for pleasure is what makes sex so wonderful for me. That's why I asked you to leave Chris and me alone for a little while last night. I wanted to be able to let myself go without having to worry about you."

Kelly buried her face in her hands. "Timmy I feel so guilty. Why can't I be the wife my mother and sisters wanted me to be? Why do I have to be such a slut?"

Her voice got even quieter. "That's the reason Martin likes my blowjobs so much. He's a very demanding lover. He likes to know that his partner's attention is completely focused on his needs."

I nodded. "That's what Mandy told me."

Kelly smiled. "She should know. She's his favorite."

I stared at Kelly. I was a little surprised by that statement.

Kelly smiled. "It's true. Mandy is a submissive. It arouses her to give pleasure without getting anything in return. Martin finds that incredibly exciting."

I pointed to the painting over the couch. "Did Martin buy that picture for Mandy?"

Kelly smiled. "Oh yes."

"I assume that he sees himself as the Greek warrior."

My wife smiled again and slowly nodded her head. Suddenly she stopped. She thought for a moment and then she said, "Timmy, don't get the wrong idea about Martin. He is a power hungry, dominating business tycoon; but he's also one of the kindest and most considerate men I've ever met. It's true that Mandy is his sex slave, but he always treats her with kindness and respect."

I nodded. Kelly's description was consistent with a man who was so concerned about the mental well being of his hosts and hostesses that he was eager to enter into a plan that would create a household where they could all live together like a family.

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy what are we going to do? I'll try to reassure you, I'll try to reassure you every minute of every day for the rest of our lives, but I'm not sure I'll always be able to do it." She sighed. "Especially when it matters."

I smiled at her. "What we're going to do is be patient. Just before you got here Antoine was telling us that he thought the events of the past year have left emotional wounds in both of us. It's his belief that it's going to take time for those wounds to fully heal and he feels that you and I are going to have to be very careful with each other until they are fully healed. I think he's right. When you're with another man and I'm around, you're going to have to try to reassure me as much as you possibly can."

Kelly nodded. "I'll try, but..."

"It's okay, I understand. You're not the only one who has to try to make this work. If I'm going to be in the room while you're with another man, I'm going to have to trust you. I'm going to have to understand that it doesn't mean anything when you're focusing all of your attention on him and totally ignoring me."

"Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, I now believe I can. Talking about it has helped. 

Kelly put her arms around me. "Timmy I love you so much. This morning was horrible. I thought I'd lost you again."

I put my arms around Kelly and hugged her. "You didn't lose me. You have some very good friends who helped us this morning. I think we would have eventually managed to work all of this out on our own, but today they certainly made it much easier"

"Timmy do you like my friends?"

I smiled at her. "I'd better, because it's beginning to look like we're going to end up living with them."

Kelly smiled, but then she thought about something and her smile turned into a frown.

I looked at her. "What's the matter Kelly?"

"Timmy, we have something else that we need to talk about."

"What is it?"

"Let's go sit down on the couch."

I nervously followed Kelly across the room. As soon as we were seated she smiled at me, but it was a sad smile. She took a moment to collect herself and then she said, "Tonya talked to me about what you told Mandy. Timmy I feel awful. Over the past week and a half I've had to acknowledge and admit to some shamefully unforgivable behavior towards you; but this feels like the most reprehensible slight of all. Right now I feel so callow and self centered."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy I just didn't understand. I was completely absorbed in my own success and good fortune. I never thought about how it might be affecting you. I was leading this incredibly exotic life. I drove a luxury car, wore expensive clothes, dined in fashionable restaurants and traveled to exotic cities while you patiently waited at home living the life of a normal twenty-three year old college graduate."

I shrugged. I really didn't know what to say.

"And I was so callous. When the firm bought me my Mercedes Benz I bought a Ford Focus for you. Timmy when I think about that, I now realize that it was an unpardonable slap in your face."

"Hey I like my Ford Focus. It's a wonderful car."

Kelly smiled. "Timmy you are so well grounded." She shook her head. "I wish I would have bought you a Rolls Royce."

She stared at the floor. A full minute of silence passed. Finally Kelly said, "Tonya said that you told Mandy that when I began to grow distant from you, you assumed that it was because I started to think of you as a failure."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy please understand that I distanced myself from you because I was trying to conceal the lie that I was living. I have never viewed you as a failure. You are the most incredible man that I have ever met."

I chuckled. "But I haven't accomplished a damn thing."

"Neither have I! I didn't get my big salary, fancy car and expensive wardrobe because I was an astute business woman. I got those things because I had big tits, blond hair and knew how to give a really nasty blow job."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy I was so proud of you this morning when you negotiated the deal with Martin that will allow us to buy the house. Babydoll, that was the first worthwhile thing that either of us has ever done. I'm so sorry that I didn't do a better job of letting you know that."

I put my arm around Kelly. She cuddled up to me. We hugged. It was nice. 

After a moment she whispered, "You know they are going to try to make it up to you."

I looked at her. 

Kelly shook her head. "You do understand that they can't offer you a job. I'm the only married hostess that they've ever employed. The idea of having my husband working in the office would be unthinkable to them."

I nodded.

"But I suspect that by the end of next week you won't be driving a Ford Focus anymore."

"Hey I just told you, I love that car."

"Yes and it is a great car, but I'm absolutely certain that you're about to upgrade to a Lexus, a BMW or maybe a Jaguar."

"A Jaguar?"

"Would you like that?"

I laughed. "Of course I would, but..."

"We might as well tell them what you want, otherwise they're going to have to guess."

I laughed. "Okay."

"You'd also better prepare yourself for the hand tailored suits and Italian shoes."

"Kelly I don't even own a suit."

"Yeah, well that's about to change."

"Kelly I don't need all that stuff. It's not important to me. All I want is to try to accomplish something that matters."

Kelly nodded. "I know Timmy. That's all I want too." She laid her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. "I have an idea. Now that you know about my job I'm going to be able to spend a lot more time at home. How about if we agree to devote at least an hour every day to writing together. At the end of the hour you can show me what you wrote and I'll show you what I wrote. We can talk about our work and help each other. Timmy, maybe if we do that we can both write something that matters."

I smiled. "Kelly I'd like that very very much."

Suddenly the door to Mandy's office opened and Martin Jackson walked into the room.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then Mr. Jackson said, "Mr. Jamieson, I owe you an apology." He appeared to be very nervous. It was clear that Martin Jackson wasn't used to apologizing to anyone.

I held up my hand. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't necessary, but as soon as I tried to speak he shook his head. "No Mr. Jamieson, please let me say my piece. We can talk afterward."

Kelly stood. "Martin can I get you a chair?"

"No Kelly, please sit down. I'd rather stand while I say this."

My wife nodded and sat back down next to me.

Mr. Jackson took a moment. He appeared to be carefully choosing his words. Finally he said, "This morning I had several lapses of judgment that I now deeply regret. Timmy, running this business consumes my life. I have always been driven to succeed. My work is all that matters to me. I've never married. I never will. I don't have time for a wife. I work seven days a week and generally put in sixteen hours a day. Over the years I have become obsessed with time and efficiency and I've learned to apply that attitude to all aspects of my life. That even includes the time that I take for relaxation and pleasure. Sometimes my obsession with efficiency causes me to appear to be brusque and insensitive. I suppose that I actually am, but it's never my intention." 

He paused to take a breath. "This morning when Chris told me about the dinner party the three of you had last night and the roles that each of you played, I was envious. I'm sure that by now you're well aware of the fact that sexual dominance is a passion for me. Once we'd completed our business this morning, I was very eager to engage in a similar scene with you and Kelly."

He shook his head, "Unfortunately in my effort to be efficient with time I acted on several invalid assumptions. Over the past year, your wife and I have become very close friends."

He looked at me. There was a sudden expression of concern in his eyes. "Timmy, there isn't any reason for you to be jealous about that. You are the love of Kelly's life. She's made that very clear since the first day she came to work for JTandR."

I nodded,

He continued. "Anyway, Kelly and I are close friends. We've also become very comfortable with each other as sex partners. We've learned to trust each other and we understand our mutual needs quite well. This morning I made the mistake of assuming that the trust and understanding that I have with your wife automatically transferred to you. I now realize that was a foolish assumption. We barely know each other. There wasn't any reason to believe that a bond of trust existed between us."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Of course both of us are smart enough to understand that any kind of dominant submissive sex play requires a bond of trust."

Shaking his head, he continued; "When I started taunting you, you of course reacted in a way that should have been easily predictable. You took offense, became angry and left. I don't blame you. I committed an egregious error in judgment and ended up acting like a rude, boorish ass. Mr. Jamieson, please accept my humble apology."

I smiled at him and started to say something, but he stopped me. "Mr. Jamieson, before you say anything, there is one more thing that I have to say."

I nodded.

"As I told you earlier, my efforts to conserve time often make me appear to be brusque and uncaring. I am not by any means a perfect man and being abrupt is certainly one of my faults. I now understand that our problem this morning may have been aggravated by that deficiency."

Mr. Jackson nervously shifted his feet. This situation was clearly making him feel uncomfortable.

"Timmy I understand that in her efforts to hide the true nature of her job Kelly distanced herself from you during the past few months. A few minutes ago Wendell Tyler informed me that you told him that you had interpreted your wife's aloof manner towards you to be an indication that she was losing interest in you because of your lack of professional success."

He paused for a moment to think and then he continued. "I gather that you now do understand the real reason for her detached attitude."

I quietly answered. "Yes."

"Your self esteem must have been severely damaged during the last year. I know mine would have been. Kelly appeared to be so successful. She had a prestigious job, drove a luxury car, wore expensive clothing and traveled extensively. On the other hand you were experiencing the frustration and lack of success that many liberal arts graduates encounter after they leave college."

He smiled at me. "Timmy you did in fact impress me this morning and I'm not just saying that. You very adroitly analyzed the situation and then you laid out a concise and orderly plan for a mutually beneficial solution. I have highly trained and experienced negotiators on my staff who wouldn't have handled the discussion as competently as you did."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "I wish that I'd been astute enough to tell you that at the time, but I wasn't. I not only callously ignored an opportunity to restore a little bit of your self esteem, I unwittingly did exactly the opposite. Without any prior discussion I abruptly attempted to move into a sex game that involved your degradation and humiliation. Timmy I again offer my humble apology and I hope that you will forgive me."

I nodded. "Thank you, I do accept your apology. Mr. Jackson, the past two months have taught me many things. One of them is that most of the affronts, slights and insults that are part of our daily lives are not the result of deliberate malice. They're caused by miscommunication, misunderstanding and an inadvertent failure to pay attention to the needs and feelings of the people around us. I think this morning was a good example and I'm every bit as guilty as you are."




Courtesan Ch. 18



Mr. Jackson stared at me for a moment and then he asked, "Timmy why would you feel like you were at fault?"

I smiled. "I was angry with Kelly because she wasn't paying enough attention to me, but in fact she wasn't being deliberately indifferent towards me. She was focusing her attention on what she was doing with you. Even if she had been deliberately ignoring me, why did I interpret her behavior as a lack of affection? Why didn't I instead interpret it as an expression of her dominance? Considering the discussions we've had over the past two days, that would have been a much more reasonable explanation for the way she was acting."

I sighed. "The truth is, this morning I acted like a petulant five year old. My feelings were hurt because my wife didn't pay enough attention to my masterful negotiating skills and when the two of you started playing your sex game I decided to throw a little tantrum."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "Timmy I think you're being a little too hard on yourself, but I must admit that you are an amazingly incisive young man. I wish I could offer you an entry level position with my firm. You do understand why I can't, don't you?"

"Yes sir, Kelly and I talked about it earlier. Employing the husband of a hostess would be an untenable situation for the firm."

He nodded. "Yes, for obvious reasons most of our employees don't know what our hostesses actually do. Of course some of them have to know. We rely on those individuals to be discreet, but they are human. I'm afraid that your presence in the office might instigate gossip that could eventually compromise the activities of our hostesses."

Mr. Jackson stared at the floor. He appeared to be thinking. After a moment he looked at me. "Timmy, for the past year your wife has been a valuable asset for our firm. I hope that we've resolved any differences that we might have had so that Kelly can continue to work as a hostess."

I smiled. "I believe we have."

"Timmy I intend to honor our agreement to give Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus. If you do decide to use that money to buy a house where all of our hostesses can live together, my offer to provide another two million dollars to help with the purchase still stands."

"Thank you sir. Kelly and I really haven't had an opportunity to discuss it, but it's my belief that we're going to proceed with the plan. Antoine, Keisha, Tonya and Mandy are certainly excited about the idea."

Next to me, Kelly laughed and said; "So am I."

All three of us smiled and then we were suddenly quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence. It had been an intense discussion and I think that we were relieved that it was over. We needed a moment to catch our breath.

Mr. Jackson finally broke the silence. "Timmy, I do believe in rewarding the people who are instrumental in the success of our firm. Your wife has certainly been one of those individuals and during the past year she has been rewarded for her efforts. You also made substantial sacrifices during the past year and those sacrifices also benefited JtandR, but I don't think that you have been justly rewarded. Over the next several weeks I intend to rectify that situation."

I shook my head. "Mr. Jackson, I don't need any rewards."

"No I'm sure you don't. You appear to be a man of simple tastes. I find that to be an admirable quality. Nonetheless, brace yourself. You are about to be rewarded." He laughed. "And you are powerless to prevent it."

I grinned at him. "Very well, I'll prepare myself."

"One more thing."

"All right."

"While I can't offer you a job at JTandR, I do have extensive business contacts in this community and the firm does occasionally take over a company so that we can run it ourselves. If you'll allow me to do it, I'm quite certain that I could find a good opportunity for you."

Next to me Kelly said, "Timmy, Martin is making you a very kind offer. Please consider it."

Of course Kelly was right. I smiled at Mr. Jackson and said, "Thank you sir, I would be very eager to look at any opportunities you might find for me."

He smiled. "We'll keep in touch. Now if the two of you will excuse me, there are matters that require my attention." He turned. 

As he walked towards the door I said, "Mr. Jackson, did Kelly ever finish giving you your blow job?"

Kelly's head snapped around. "Timmy!"

Mr. Jackson spun around and glared at me. He automatically assumed that I was challenging him.

I wasn't

After a moment he said, "Of course not. Once we realized that you'd left my office we were both much too concerned about your welfare to be interested in sex." There was an edge to his voice.

Next to me Kelly shook her head and said, "Timmy what are you doing?"

I had to think quickly. This was taking an ugly turn. I smiled at both of them. "I'm sorry, my question wasn't meant to be offensive. I just thought that before you go back to work, you and Kelly might like to finish what you started."

Mr. Jackson stared at me. There was a puzzled expression on his face. It was apparent that he needed further explanation.

"It's important to me." I looked at my wife. "It's also important to you."

"Why Timmy?"

"I'm afraid the problem this morning has left both of you feeling a little insecure about having sex when I'm around you." I smiled at Kelly. "I'm concerned that you're now going to be anxious anytime you're with another man and I'm in the vicinity. I fear that you'll soon start trying to avoid those situations and only meet men when I'm not with you. I suspect that will make you feel guilty. At first you'll try to avoid casual dates with other men. We both know that won't work. You'll still have the men that you entertain as a hostess, but that won't be enough. You'll want to see Chris and Mr. Jackson and all those other incredibly handsome men that are out there. Remember Kelly, variety is your passion."

I patted her knee. "It will start very innocently. One evening you'll come home a little late and just forget to mention that you were on a date. It will be all right. What I don't know can't possibly hurt me. Once you start it will get easier and soon you'll be meeting men several times a week. Of course then it will become even more important that I don't find out about your dates, so the little white lies will start. Guilt will come with the lies. Anger and resentment will follow the guilt. Eventually detachment and indifference will be the only way you'll be able to cope with your self-reproach and shame."

I smiled at my wife. "Neither of us want that to happen. If we're going to avoid it, you have to be able to trust me. You have to feel confident that I can watch without becoming hurt or angry, while you totally focus all of your attention on another man's pleasure and ignore me. Yes Kelly you still do have to reassure me and work to rebuild my confidence in your love, but I now understand something very important."

"What's that Timmy?"

"You can't be preoccupied about doing it while your with another man. You have to be able to feel relaxed and uninhibited so that you can let go and enjoy yourself. I now realize that I also have a responsibility. I have to work to build your trust. If you're going to be willing to allow me to be around you while your with other men, you're going to have to feel confident that you won't have to worry about constantly reassuring me."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, this is getting so complicated."

"No it's not. In fact it's really quite easy. We just have to learn to trust each other." I smiled at her. "If Mr. Jackson is willing I think we should start right now."

I looked at him. "Mr. Jackson, can you spare a few more minutes. I think we can make it worth your while."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy!"

Mr. Jackson smiled at my wife. "Kelly honey, I understand exactly what he's saying and I think he's right. If the two of you are ever going to make this cuckold hotwife lifestyle work, you're going to have to be able to relax and enjoy yourself when your with another man. If you can't, you may start sneaking around behind Timmy's back."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy, I promise you; I'll never do that."

I nodded. "That's probably true, but I think it would be both easier and safer if we remove the potential need. What do you say Kelly? I'm sure that after all the stress this morning both you and Mr. Jackson could use a little recreation."

"Listen to you Timmy, you're trying to talk me into sucking Martin's cock."

I grinned at her. "Yes I am."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "He certainly is and if you ask me he's making a pretty convincing argument."

"Don't you want to do it?"

"Don't be silly Timmy, of course I want to do it. It's just that this morning was so difficult. I don't want to risk hurting you again."

"Kelly honey, that's exactly why we have to do it today. It's kind of like getting thrown off of a horse. You have to get right back on."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and I want you to deliberately ignore me."

"No Timmy."

"Yes Kelly, let yourself go. Forget about me."

"But I'll be too worried that you might run out of the room again,"

This stumped me. Kelly had raised a valid concern. It was going to be hard for her to relax and focus on Martin Jackson if she had to worry about me suddenly bolting from the room. And then I had an idea. It was a simple solution."

I turned to Mr. Jackson. "Would it be all right if Mandy joined us?"

Mr. Jackson stared at me. After a moment he smiled. He understood. "Yes Timmy, I think that's an excellent idea. I'll call Janet. She'll find Mandy and tell her to join us."

He walked over to Mandy's desk and picked up the telephone. 

While he was talking I turned to Kelly. "Now you can relax. Mandy won't let me run out of the room."

"Okay."

We waited. All three of us were just a little bit nervous. After about a minute there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Jackson said, "Come in."

The door opened and Mandy timidly entered her office.

Mr. Jackson looked at her and said, "Good afternoon nymph, I require your services."

Mandy stared at us. I think she was a little surprised by the nature of the greeting. She took a moment and then she smiled and said, "Yes Mr. Jackson, how may I serve you."

He took off his suit coat and tie and held them out for Mandy. "Lay these across your desk."

Mandy took the coat and tie from him. While she was laying them on her desk, he said; "Ms. Mason and I are going to enjoy each other for a little while. I want you to supervise her slave. Under no circumstances is he to be allowed to leave this room without Ms. Mason's permission."

I glanced at my wife. She was smiling. I could tell that the dominant tone of Mr. Jackson's instructions was arousing her.

Mr. Jackson turned to me. "Dicklet, get down on the floor and crawl over to the end of the couch. You may kneel there and watch while your wife gives me head."

As I was slipping off the couch Kelly said, "Martin, please be careful. I think you may be pushing him too hard."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "No Kelly, you heard him. He wants to be included in this part of your life. Unless he can control his emotions you aren't going to want him around when your with a lover. He just told us that he wants to demonstrate his control and earn your trust. He can't do that unless we test him. You also told me that yesterday he professed a desire to become your cuckold slave. If he's really serious about wanting that, it's time he begins to understand exactly what it's going to mean."

Kelly looked at me. There was an expression of concern in her eyes. I smiled at her. She smiled back and then she said; "Timmy remember, you can always say check."

"Yes Ms. Mason, I will remember that; but I don't believe that I'll need to use the word."

That seemed to relax Kelly a little bit. I decided to give her a little added encouragement. "Ms. Mason."

"Yes Timmy."

"I beg you, I implore you not to to humiliate me in front of Mandy and Mr. Jackson."

Kelly, Mr. Jackson and Mandy all stared at me. Mr. Jackson was smiling. Since Tonya had taught me the rules, I assumed that both Mandy and Mr. Jackson knew and used the same code. 

The code is simple. It has two parts. The first part is a safe word. If any of us don't care for something that's occurring we have the option to say, "check". The moment one of us uses the word, everyone else has agreed to stop what we're doing and discuss what's happening as equals. 

The second option is a little more subtle. If a submissive like Mandy or me is really enjoying what's happening to us, we can beg our superiors to stop. They understand that when we're begging them to stop we're actually inviting them to continue or even intensify what they're doing. This allows them to act like ruthless doms and callously ignore our pleas for mercy while they continue tormenting us. This second option can add a little spice to the game for everyone

Kelly quietly said, "Timmy are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes please Ms. Mason and I also beg you not to call me dicklet in front of these people. It's just too humiliating."

Kelly started giggling. She mouthed the words, "I love you" and then she took a deep breath and said; "Too bad dicklet, that is your name. Now get your wimpy little ass down to the end of the couch before I decide to punish you."

I quickly crawled to my appointed place. Once I was in position Kelly looked at me with a malicious glint in her eyes. Her sadistic streak was obviously awakening. "Slave stand up and strip down to your panties. I want everyone to see what a dainty little sissy you really are."

I stood up and began unbuttoning my shirt.

Mr. Jackson turned to Mandy. In a stern voice he said, "Nymph, I want you naked." He pointed to where I was standing at the end of the couch. "Get over there and get your clothes off, now!"

Mandy hurried over to me. She quickly removed her blouse and set it on the coffee table. Under her blouse she'd been wearing a simple white brassiere. She had small breasts. She probably didn't actually need the bra.

She whispered to me, "Timmy put your clothes on the coffee table with mine."

Mr. Jackson sat down on the couch next to my wife and possessively put his arm around her shoulders. Kelly responded by snuggling up to him. I noticed that she also placed her left hand on the inside of his thigh.

I put my shirt on the coffee table next to Mandy's blouse and kicked off my shoes.

Mandy was wearing a dark gray corduroy miniskirt with a red leather belt and a pair of black ankle high slip on boots. She kicked off her boots, unbuckled her belt, lowered the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to the floor. After she stepped out of her skirt she picked it up and flipped on to the coffee table next to her blouse and my shirt.

I suddenly realized that I'd been staring at her. I assumed that would get me into trouble so without thinking I quickly lowered my trousers and stepped out of them. 

"Nice panties dicklet." It was Mr. Jackson. He was chuckling

I was humiliated. In my haste to get my pants off I'd momentarily forgotten about my panties.

"Model them for us dicklet. Show us how cute you look."

"Martin be careful. He's new at this."

"Oh come on Kelly, relax. What's the point of having a slave if you can't taunt him a little bit."

Mandy leaned over and whispered. "Timmy I'm a masochist too. I understand exactly what your feeling right now. Sweetie, this is your fantasy. It's really happening. Let go, relax and enjoy yourself. Don't worry, Kelly and I will take care of you."

The words, Kelly and I will take care of you, were all I needed to hear. I bowed my head and slowly turned in a circle.

"Very good dicklet. Kelly, I do believe that he is going to turn out to be an excellent slave. You really are fortunate to have found him."

Kelly nodded. "Yes Martin, I am." She turned to me and smiled. "Dicklet honey, you don't want your trousers to get wrinkled. Pick them up and lay them on the coffee table next to nymph's skirt."

I quickly followed my wife's instruction. While I was straightening my trousers I glanced at Mandy. She'd removed her brassiere. Her breasts were tiny, but she had large puffy nipples. They were really quite sexy.

After laying my trousers on the coffee table I kneeled at the foot of the couch. At the same time, Mandy took off her black pantyhose and white lace thong. 

I stared at her again. I couldn't help myself. I hadn't seen very many naked girls in my life. I'd been to strip clubs on two separate occasions where I saw lots of naked women, but that was so impersonal that it really didn't count. There was Kelly of course, and Tonya on Wednesday afternoon. They were both voluptuous, large breasted women. Mandy on the other hand, was slender, almost sylph like. It didn't surprise me that her slave name was nymph. 

After Mandy laid her pantyhose and thong on the coffee table she turned. As she walked over to me I noticed that like Kelly and Tonya, her pussy was also shaved. 

Kelly must have noticed me staring at Mandy. "She has a pretty pussy doesn't she dicklet. You're being very well behaved right now. Maybe later, after Martin is gone, I'll let you lick her for a little while. I think that would be a very nice reward for you."

I'd been so focused on Mandy's naked body that I'd failed to notice that Kelly had opened Martin's trousers. His large freed erection was sticking straight up. My wife was slowly stroking it.

Mandy kneeled next to me. As soon as she was in position she leaned over and whispered. "Are you doing okay big boy?"

I nodded. "Yes."

Kelly winked at me. I smiled at her.

Mr. Jackson said, "Now that our slaves are more properly attired, I think it's time for the games to begin. Kelly why don't you do a little strip for me."

Kelly stood up and pushed the coffee table away from the couch. "I thought you'd never ask."

My wife stared into Martin Jackson's eyes while she swayed her hips to the silent beat of an imaginary song and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He smiled as she slipped her blouse off of her shoulders and tossed it onto the coffee table next to my trousers. 

Without taking her eyes off of her boss, Kelly reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere. She held the cups in place with her hands while she continued to dance to the imaginary music. She was teasing Mr. Jackson. He grinned at her. It was obvious that he was loving every minute of this.

As I watched my wife I realized that all of her attention was now focused on Mr. Jackson. She was totally oblivious to the presence of Mandy and me. This morning when I'd noticed how completely Kelly was concentrating on her boss, I was offended. I wasn't anymore. Now I understood. Now I was actually feeling a little bit proud of my wife. Her ability to focus all of her attention on giving pleasure to the man she was with was one of the talents that made her a great courtesan.

Kelly suddenly pulled her brassiere away and exposed her breasts with a flourish. She tossed her bra onto the coffee table, kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. Then, staring into Mr. Jackson's eyes, she seductively shook her naked tits and wiggled her hips while her skirt slipped to the floor. 

After picking up her skirt and laying it on the coffee table, Kelly turned her back to Mr. Jackson, hooked her thumbs into the waist bands of her pantyhose and panties and began inching them down her hips.

Mr. Jackson watched with breathless anticipation as my wife slowly exposed her gorgeous ass. As soon as the waistbands of her panties and pantyhose were down to her knees Kelly turned around and lasciviously licked her lips while she fingered the moist cleft of her now exposed pussy.

Mr. Jackson's cock stood stiff and tall, proudly arching it's back. He was clearly aroused by my wife's wanton display of unrestrained lust.




Courtesan Ch. 19



This is the nineteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous eighteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Kelly was cuddled up to me on the couch. I had my arm around her. Mandy was standing naked and alone in the middle of her office.

Realizing that the situation was about to become awkward, Kelly quickly said; "Mandy, come over here and sit on the other side of Timmy. He's not very big, but there's still plenty for both of us."

Mandy's smiled and then she walked over and sat down next to me. As she cuddled up to me she said, "Timmy can I have your other arm?"

I nodded and wrapped my free arm around her shoulder. Mandy laid her cheek against my chest and sighed. For a moment the three of us sat together in tender silence. 

Finally Kelly said, "You love him, don't you Mandy?"

She quietly answered, "Yes".

"I think he loves you too."

"He's told me that and I believe him, but..." Her voice trailed off. She was silent for a moment and then she whispered. "He'll never marry me. I don't think he'll ever be able to love anyone more than he loves JTandR."

Kelly reached across me and patted Mandy's hand. "That's why the house is so important to him isn't it? It's his way of taking care of you."

Mandy sighed. "I never thought about it that way, but I think you're right." 

She sat up and smiled at Kelly and me. "The house is going to be wonderful. How long do you think it'll be before it happens?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, we have to find one first. It also depends on how soon Mr. Jackson can make the money available."

Mandy shook her head. "That won't be a problem. Martin wants this to happen and when he wants something to happen he can move very quickly."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy is there any reason we couldn't go see a Realtor tomorrow morning? That way we could at least start looking."

"I have to work at Kirby's in the morning, but I can't think of any reason that you couldn't meet with a Realtor without me. I trust your judgment."

"No way buddy boy, you're the mastermind of this plan. I'm not meeting with anyone unless your right by my side."

I smiled. "All right, how about if you do a little research on the Internet and make a few telephone calls while I'm at work. If you find someone who looks good you could set up an appointment for around noon."

"Kelly could I come over in the morning and help. I'll bring my laptop. We could both search the net."

Kelly nodded. "I'd love your help, but you're having dinner with us this evening. Why don't you just spend the night at our house. When we leave here we can stop by your apartment and pick up some extra clothes and your computer."

Mandy's face lit up. "I would love to do that, but I'll drive my own car. That way if we do find a Realtor, you won't have to take me home before you meet with him."

Kelly turned to me. "Timmy is there any reason that Mandy couldn't go with us when we meet with the Realtor?

I shook my head. "Not at all, in fact having her with us would be reassuring for me. You and I have bought one house, but were not exactly experts. This purchase is going to be a very big deal. I would value her input when we're trying to make decisions." 

Mandy looked at me. "Really? Does that mean I could go look at houses with you too?"

I nodded. "Absolutely, in fact I think all of us should try to look at as many houses as we possibly can.

"What's this about looking at houses?"

We looked up. Tonya was walking into Mandy's office. Keisha and Antoine were right behind her.

Keisha stopped as soon as she was inside the door. "Can I go with?" Antoine nearly ran into her.

Kelly looked at me. 

I smiled. "This is a big decision and it affects all of us. I think everyone should be involved."

Kelly turned to Tonya, Keisha and Antoine. "Tomorrow morning, while Timmy is at work, Mandy and I are going to try to find a Realtor. Hopefully we'll be able to set up a meeting around lunch time."

"Can I come over in the morning and help you two find the Realtor?" Keisha was so excited that she was unconsciously bouncing from foot to foot.

Kelly turned back to me. "Timmy?"

I knew exactly what she was asking. I nodded. "Yes, of course."

Kelly grinned at Keisha. "Mandy is coming over for dinner this evening. She's going to stay over night. I understand that everyone has the night off. Why don't the three of you join us. You're all welcome to stay over night and everyone can help search for a realtor in the morning."

"Do you have enough beds for all of us?" There was a reason Tonya was the lead hostess. She obviously had a practical mind.

"We have a king sized bed in the master bedroom, a queen sized bed in our guest room and the studio couch in our den that pulls out into a double bed." Kelly giggled. "We'll be fine, but we'll have to share."

Keisha yelled, "I get to share with Timmy."

Everyone started laughing. 

I sighed. It was becoming apparent that tomorrow morning I'd be facing another day with very little sleep. Living with a courtesan was turning out to be very taxing.

Tonya quietly said, "Kel this dinner party is a wonderful idea, but it might be even more fun if we could add a couple more guys."

Keisha nodded. "Oh yes, a good party needs plenty of cock."

Antoine stepped forward. "A friend of mine is in town. His name is Gary. We played basketball together in college. I'd really like to come to your dinner party, but I promised I'd spend the evening with him. Maybe he could join us? He's a nice guy."

Keisha put her arm around Antoine's waist. "Does he have a big black cock like yours?"

Antoine shook his head. "No, but he has white cock that's almost as big as mine."

Keisha grinned. "Oh yes, a big white cock; that would suit me just fine. Does he like black pussy?"

Antoine slipped his hand under Keisha's miniskirt and grabbed her ass. "He loves black pussy, but he loves black ass even more."

Keisha giggled. "Oooo! This boy is sounding better and better all the time."

Kelly smiled. "Antoine we would love to have your friend join us for dinner. Would cocktails at 6:30 be all right? That will leave us with plenty of time to play after we eat."

"It looks like Gary is going to be Keisha's date tonight. Antoine will you be my date?"

Antoine walked over and urbanely kissed Tonya's cheek. "Tonnie it would be an honor."

Tonya reached down and grabbed his crotch. "It may be an honor for you, but I'm quite certain that it's going to turn out to be a thrill for me."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy this is going to be your first evening with these people, so I'm going to offer you a choice. Would you rather be my date or my slave tonight."

I immediately understood the significance of the question. If I was her date, I would be allowed to sit with the group and freely participate in the conversation. That was not a privilege that would be extended to a slave."

Next to me Mandy whispered. "Please say you'll be her slave. It would so much fun to serve the party with you."

I smiled. "That's a request that's hard to ignore." I looked at my wife. "It looks like I'm going to be a slave tonight."

Kelly slowly nodded her head. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Very well, It appears that our evening just became a little more intriguing."

Her tone sent a shiver of excitement up my spine. 

My wife thought for a moment and then she said, "Since your choosing to be a slave, I'm going to need a date for the evening. Would you mind if I invited Chris?"

I glanced around. Everyone was watching us.

I quietly answered. "I'm your slave. That's a question you shouldn't need to ask."

"I understand that babydoll, but I'm still choosing to ask the question. Think about our earlier conversation. I believe this falls into the area of reassurance. This would be the second evening in a row that I've spent with Chris. I don't want to dampen your confidence in my love for you."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, I appreciate your concern. Just asking the question gives me a lot of reassurance. I think Chris would be a wonderful addition to tonight's party"

Kelly put her arms around me and gave me a hug. "I love you Babydoll."

Next to us Mandy said, "Don't worry Kelly. I'll take care of him tonight."

Kelly let go of me and nodded to Mandy. "Thank you Mandy, I'd appreciate that."

"I have a question." It was Keisha. Everybody looked at her. "Can I call Timmy Babydoll?"

Kelly laughed. "Yes you certainly can, but not tonight. When he's acting as a slave you should call him dicklet, pussyboy or cuckboy." She giggled, "Or any other nasty little name you can think of."

Tonya stepped into the middle of the room. "All right, everything is settled. Cocktails will be served at 6:30. Timmy and Mandy are our slaves and will be preparing and serving the dinner. Antoine, you're my date and you're going to bring your friend, Gary for Keisha."

Antoine nodded.

"Kelly you're bringing Chris."

Kelly smiled.

"And were all invited to spend the night."

Kelly and I both nodded.

Kelly turned to Mandy. "Mandy, when we're done here will you drive Timmy back to the store where he works. His car is there. If you drive him it will give the two of you a chance to discuss tonight's menu and it will give me an opportunity to talk to Chris."

Tonya looked around. "Are there any other questions about the party?"

No one said anything.

"All right, I have another question. Martin was in here for almost an hour. After he left we came in here and found you two sitting on the couch naked with Timmy in between you wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties." Tonya walked over, sat down on Mandy's desk and crossed her arms. "No one is leaving this room until we've heard every juicy detail"

Antoine turned the chair in front of Mandy's desk so that it was facing us and sat down. He patted his knee. "Come on Keish, you can sit on my lap." 

Keisha sat down and put her arm around Antoine's shoulder.

For the next fifteen minutes Kelly, Mandy and I took turns telling them about everything that happened with Mr. Jackson. When we finally finished, Tonya shook her head and said, "This has certainly been an exciting morning."

Keisha looked at Kelly. "Let me get this straight. You and Martin both got off, but Timmy and Mandy didn't."

Suddenly Kelly's smile turned to a frown. Answering in a very defensive tone of voice, she said; "That's true, but only because the three of you showed up before we had a chance to do anything else."

Tonya stood up. "I think it's time our two little slaves had some fun." She grinned at Keisha. "Keish, Kelly's babydoll knows a trick. Actually I think he knows several tricks, but according to Kelly, this is a new one. Believe me, it's a lulu."

Keisha raised her eyebrows. "Really?" She stood up. Standing with her hands on her hips, she looked at Tonya and in a voice dripping with mock indignation asked; "And may I be so bold as to ask how you came to know about this new trick?"

Tonya smiled. "Certainly, when I met Kelly and Timmy in Kelly's office two days ago, he demonstrated it for me."

Keisha looked at Kelly. "That's not fair! How come Tonnie gets to play with Timmy and I don't?"

Kelly smiled. "Who ever said that you weren't going to get to play with Timmy?"

Keisha shrugged. "I don't know. I mean Timmy's your husband and..."

"That didn't stop you from shoving your hand down the front of his pants about an hour ago." Antoine was laughing. He obviously enjoyed the antics of Tonya and Keisha.

"Toine, you know I was just teasing Timmy."

"I wish you'd tease me like that a little more often."

Kelly looked at me. "Did Keisha really put her hand down the front of your pants?"

I nodded as I reluctantly answered. "Twice." I was incapable of lying to my wife.

Kelly raised her eyebrows. "Twice!"

"The second time he put my hand down there."

Kelly stared at me. "Timmy is that true?"

I hung my head. I was embarrassed. I felt like I'd let Kelly down. "Yes, Keisha was teasing me. She was badgering me about divorcing you so I could marry her."

Kelly looked at Keisha and shook her head. Everyone in the room was grinning. That embarrassed me even more.

My voice was barely audible as I continued. "I was feeling kind of cocky."

Keisha waved her arms in an exaggerated display of mock dismay. "Kind of cocky? Hell I grabbed it. You can trust me, he was feeling damn cocky."

Tonya turned to Keisha. "Keish, be quiet. You've already embarrassed him enough."

Smiling at me sheepishly, Keisha said; "Sorry Timmy, I didn't mean to make you feel bad." There was a feeling of genuine sincerity in the tone of her voice.

I smiled at her and then I continued. "Everyone's excitement about my house idea and all the nice things they were saying about me because of what you'd told them, had me a little pumped up."

I shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to show everyone that I could be daring." I looked at Kelly and sighed. "I'm sorry."

Kelly put her arms around me. "Babydoll. you have nothing to be sorry about. You just watched another man fuck me."

"I know but..."

Tonya chuckled. "Kelly honey, if you ever decide you don't want this wonderful man, I'd like to have a chance at..."

"Not so fast Tonnie, you're going to have to get in line and when you do, I'm gonna butt in front of you." Keisha was grinning.

Tonya playfully flipped off her friend.

Kelly held me possessively in her arms and smiled at the other women. "No one is going to pry my babydoll away from me." 

They grinned at her.

She turned back to me. "So what happened? Did Keish jack you off?"

I looked down at the floor again. "No..."

"I intervened and pulled her hand out of his pants." Everyone looked at Mandy.

Antoine nodded. "Kel, you owe Mandy a enormous thank you. She worked very hard to take care of you and Timmy this morning."

My wife smiled at Mandy. "Thank you, I really do appreciate what you did." And then she looked at everyone. "I'm very lucky, you're all wonderful friends." 

For a moment there was an awkward silence and then Tonya said, "So I guess Mandy is the next one to get to enjoy Timmy's trick."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she turned to Mandy. There was a malicious twinkle in her eye. "Nymph, I'd like you to help me initiate our new slave into our group."

Mandy smiled at Kelly and politely bowed. "Of course Ms. Mason. How may I be of assistance."

"Just a moment." Kelly turned to me. "Dicklet, it's time for you to get off the couch. I want you on your knees and I want your there now."

Kelly's abrupt change of demeanor surprised me. I hesitated. 

"Dicklet, I said now! Do I have to spank you in front of all of our friends."

That was all the prodding I needed. I jumped off the couch and fell to my knees at Kelly's feet.

Behind me I heard Keisha say. "Oh my, he does show promise."

Kelly pushed her bare foot into my face. "Kiss my foot dicklet. Show everybody what a good little slave you really are."

I was now both humiliated and excited beyond belief. The previous evening Kelly had required me to abase myself in front of Chris. Now she was demanding that I do it in front of four more people. I closed my eyes and with a combination of trepidation and desire I cradled my wife's foot in my hands and reverently kissed her toes.

"Very good dicklet." 

I looked up at Kelly. She was smiling. I also noticed a breathless quality to her voice. Her exhibition of power over me was exciting her. That excited me. I began kissing her toes with ardor.

Kelly immediately stopped me. "That's enough dicklet. Tonight there will be many opportunities for you to demonstrate your devotion and obedience. Right now my purpose is to make certain that you understand and accept your position in this group. Look up at me dicklet, watch."

Kelly reached over and gently caressed Mandy's shoulder. "Dicklet, Nymph is not only Mr. Jackson's slave, she's also our slave. Any of us can use her at anytime it pleases us."

She slid her fingers down Mandy's arm and softly toyed with her petite breast. "If we choose, we can caress her and give her pleasure. We don't have to ask her permission." 

Suddenly Kelly grabbed Mandy's nipple and gave it a vicious twist. Mandy jumped but she didn't make any effort to stop Kelly.

"Or if it pleases us, we can give her pain." 

She leaned over and gently kissed Mandy's nipple and then she sat up and smiled at me. "I'm not actually sure which she prefers, but you must understand that it really doesn't make any difference to us. Nymph is a slave, her desires are unimportant. All that matters is our pleasure."

The room was completely silent. No one was moving or talking. Everyone's attention was focused on my wife.

Kelly whispered to Mandy, "Nymph offer your foot to dicklet."

Mandy obediently extended her foot. 

"Dicklet, kiss our slaves foot."

I looked up at my wife. I now understood what she meant when she said that she wanted to establish my position in this group. My entire body started tingling. Kelly was even forcing me to submit to Mandy.

My hands were shaking as I picked up Mandy's foot. I held it in front of me and then I took a deep breath and submissively kissed her toes."

Behind me, Tonya said; "Damn Kelly, that is hot. You're turning into one hell of a good dom."

Keisha laughed. "Shit, my pussy is dripping right now and Toine's dick is about to rip a hole right through his trousers."

"Hey leave my dick out of this."

Everyone started laughing. That broke the mood, but it didn't matter. In fact it was good. It helped establish the tone for tonight's party. For these people sex was fun and they enjoyed it in all of its variations.

Tonya walked over, sat down next to Kelly and slipped her hand between her legs. "Damn girl, you're soaking wet."

Kelly laughed and then she grabbed me and pulled me up onto the couch and settled me in between Tonya and her. "Did you enjoy that babydoll?"

Keisha shook her head. "He damn well better have enjoyed it. That was one sexy dom scene. But honey, what about Mandy? I thought you and Timmy were going to get her off."

Tonya smiled at Keisha. "Keish, we're not quite done."

Keisha's face lit up. "OOOO! You mean there's still more coming?"

Kelly slowly nodded.

"Hey this little scene has given me some major league wood. If we're getting people off, I want to know where to get in line." Antoine was grinning at us.

Tonya leaned across me and whispered to my wife. Kelly nodded and then she kissed my cheek. "Babydoll, Tonya and Keisha are going to take care of you while I take care of Antoine." 

As soon as Kelly stood up Tonya smiled at Keisha. "Keish, why don't you come over here and take Kelly's place next to Timmy."

While Keisha was walking over to me I watched my naked wife slowly sashay over to Antoine. As she approached him she said,"Feeling a little anxious big boy?" Her voice was low and husky. It dripped with sexual innuendo. I assumed that this was a voice she often used while she was working. "Why don't you take your pants off and show me the problem."

As Keisha was sliding in between Mandy and me, Tonya brushed her lips against my cheek. "Your wife is one of the most seductive women I've ever known. There are times when she even amazes Keisha, Mandy and me."

Antoine stood up, kicked his shoes off and stared into my wife's eyes while he slowly lowered his trousers and boxer shorts. I gasped when I saw his erect penis. Even by Internet standards it was huge.




Courtesan Ch. 19



Keisha reached over and started toying with my nipple. While she played with me she said, "Antoine's cock really is amazing, isn't it."

I unconsciously nodded.

After stepping out of his trousers and undershorts, Antoine sat back down in his chair. Kelly immediately kneeled between his legs. His enormous erection jutted obscenely into the air in front of her. She placed her outstretched hands on each side of his ebony monster and started rolling it back and forth between them like it was a piece of clay or bread dough that she was forming into a colossal snake. 

Next to me Tonya whispered. "Look at her Timmy. All of her attention is already focused on Antoine's cock. It's almost like she's hypnotized. This is what makes your wife special. When she makes love to a man she wholeheartedly gives herself to him."

On the other side of me Keisha quietly said, "But that doesn't diminish her love for you at all. You are and always will be the center of her universe."

Kelly was now kissing the head of Antoine's cock.

Tonya started rubbing the inside of my thigh. "Watch her Timmy. She is making love to Antoine. That's the only term that can truly describe what your wife does when she's with a man. Right now she belongs to him. Look at Antoine's eyes. Look at the smile on his face. He knows that she belongs to him and it's making her blow job much more intense for him."

Keisha kissed my cheek. "Don't worry babydoll; the moment they're finished the spell will break and Kelly will be all yours again. She will always love you and she will always come back to you."

Tonya continued rubbing the inside of my thigh. "Timmy, we can understand how this might cause you to be afraid that you're going to lose Kelly to another man. Please believe us when we tell you that it will never happen. It is true that her body and her attention and at times even her thoughts may temporarily belong to another man, but her heart will always belong to you."

While Keisha and Tonya talked to me, I watched Kelly. She was licking and sucking Antoine's huge balls while she slowly masturbated him with her fist. She was totally engrossed in what she was doing.

Tonya noticed me watching. "Look at how much both of them are enjoying each other. Could you ever deny Kelly this pleasure?"

Without taking my eyes off of my wife I slowly shook my head and answered. "No."

Keisha quietly said, "Timmy we know this has been difficult and we understand that there may still be some stressful times in the future for you, but now you have us to help you. We'll always be here to reassure you."

Keisha slowly trailed her fingers across my pantie covered penis. At the same time Tonya said, "Kelly told me about her date with Chris last night. I got the impression that she spent most of the time trying to fulfill your fantasies."

I nodded. "Yes, she was very good to me."

"She's not going to do that tonight. Tonight it's going to be her turn. Tonight your wife is going to give herself to Chris for the entire evening. Tonight she's going to ignore you."

A feeling of fear crept into my gut.

Keisha reached into my panties and gently squeezed my erect penis. "Don't worry Timmy. For several hours tonight Kelly is going to belong to another man, but at the end of the evening he's going to go home and she'll return to you. She loves you."

My wife now had Antoine's huge cock in her mouth. She was sucking him.

Tonya started drawing little circles around my nipple. "Mandy will be with you for the entire evening. Tonight one of her jobs will be to reassure you. Keisha, Antoine and I are also going to be there for you tonight. This evening we'll be the ones working to fulfill your fantasies. From now on you're not just going to be Kelly's slave, you're also going to be our slave."

Keisha squeezed my penis. At the same time she kissed my cheek. "Will you do that Timmy? Will become our slave?"

Tonya began tweaking my nipples with her fingertips. "Will you do that for us Timmy? Keisha, Antoine, Mandy and I all need you." She paused and looked at me. "Yes, you'll also be Mandy's slave. She needs you every bit as much as we do. That's why Kelly made you kiss her feet. In exchange for your love and your adoration we all promise to love you, take care of you and help you live your most secret fantasies for the rest of your life. Kelly confided in me that you told her you that you felt you were destined to be a slave. Let us help you fulfill your destiny."

I suddenly understood. My entire body started to tingle with excitement. This was why I'd conceived the house idea. This was exactly what I wanted. This was my destiny. I looked at Tonya. "Yes please, I do want to be your slave. I desperately want to serve all of you for the rest of my life."

Antoine tapped Kelly's shoulder. She took his cock out of her mouth and turned around so she could watch. 

Tonya gently pushed me off the couch. "Get down on your knees slave."

I fell to my knees at Tonya's feet. She extended her toes. "Kiss me."

I cradled Tonya's nylon stocking covered foot in my hands and solemnly kissed her toes.

She smiled. "Now kiss Ms. Edward's feet."

As I crawled over to Keisha I glanced at Kelly. She was straddling Antoine's hips; but she wasn't facing him, she was facing me. I watched as she slowly lowered herself onto his mammoth erection.

As Antoine's huge cock disappeared into my wife Tonya said, "She belongs to him right now. You need to forget about her and focus your attention on us. We are now your mistresses and you are now our slave. Attend to your duties dicklet. Kiss Ms. Edward's feet."

I reluctantly turned away from my wife. I wanted to watch her with Antoine but I understood my place. I was now a slave. Idly sitting around watching my mistresses and their lovers was most likely going to be a rare privilege for me. 

Instead I focused my attention on Ms. Edwards foot. As I carefully raised it to my lips I looked up at her. She was smiling at me. A little thrill rippled through me as I kissed her toes and committed myself to serving her.

While I was kissing Keisha's feet Tonya stood up and walked around me. She sat down on the other side of Mandy and whispered something into her ear. 

Mandy nodded and rolled over so that she was kneeling on the couch with her ass facing me.

Behind me I could hear my wife's labored breathing and the noises created by the steady rhythm of her sex with Antoine'.

Tonya slipped off the couch, sat down on the floor next to me and gently pulled my lips away from Keisha's foot. Then she turned me so that I was looking at my wife.

"Isn't she beautiful dicklet?"

Kelly was still facing me and still straddling Antoine. She was leaning back against his chest. Her feet were on the floor on each side of his feet. Her hands were behind her resting on the arms of the chair. They provided the support she needed so that her legs could propel her up and down on her lover's huge cock. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed. She was totally absorbed in the pleasure she was giving and receiving.

I nodded. "Yes she is."

"Once they're finished; after she and Antoine have fully satisfied each other, she will still love you."

"I know."

"But at this moment you cannot disturb her. You do understand that don't you? She needs to be free to enjoy herself without having to worry about you."

"Yes I understand.'

"Right now Mandy does need you. Because she's a slave, she rarely gets to cum. Wouldn't you like to give her that pleasure? As our slave, giving us pleasure will be one of your many duties."

Tonya turned me back around. Behind me I could still hear the sounds of my wife and Antoine making love. In front of me Mandy was kneeling on the couch with her back to me. 

"Timmy I want you to kiss and lick her asshole. This will be a very rare treat for her. She'll enjoy it. You'd like to do that for her, wouldn't you?"

I nodded.

"Go ahead, she's waiting."

I crawled up behind Mandy. I wanted to do this. It was important. I liked Mandy. I wanted to give her pleasure. I carefully spread the cheeks of her rear. 

When Mandy felt my lips touch her asshole she sighed. "Oh yes Timmy, please do it."

Her response aroused me. I eagerly pushed my tongue into her tiny opening. 

Mandy shivered with excitement and then she giggled and said;. "Timmy that feels so good. You're giving me goosebumps all over."

Tonya whispered into my ear. "Make her cum Timmy. You know how to do it. No man is as skilled with his tongue as you are."

I continued to probe Mandy's ass with my tongue, but at the same time I started massaging her very wet pussy with my fingertips. After a moment I slipped my middle finger into her. Mandy gasped when she felt me inside of her and then she slowly started to rotate her hips. She was trying to fuck both the finger in her cunt and my tongue in her ass.

Tonya tapped my shoulder. "You have her nice and wet back there. It's time for her to roll over."

Next to Mandy, Keisha said; "Roll over honey. Timmy has a special treat for you."

Tonya pulled my face away from Mandy's rear and I pulled my finger out of her pussy. She rolled over, spread her legs and smiled at me. I looked at her naked sex. It was much smaller than Tonya's or Kelly's. I could see why it might be difficult for her to take a cock like Antoine's.

I leaned forward. Her breath caught when she felt me kissing the lips of her moist pussy. I extended my tongue and tasted her.

In a hushed voice she said, "Oh yessss."

I started licking Mandy. Slowly at first, but as I felt her respond I increased the pace and intensity of my efforts. At the same time I placed my fingertip on her tiny anus and began massaging it.

For a minute or two I let Mandy enjoy the attention of my tongue and then I stopped. She emitted a moan of protest, but I ignored her. The interruption to her pleasure was only going to be momentary. I needed to put my finger in my mouth and get it wet. As soon as it was moist I resumed teasing the entrance to her forbidden hole, only this time as I massaged her, I slowly pushed my wet finger into her.

I felt Mandy's muscles tense up when she realized what I was doing. I quickly started licking her pussy again. She gasped and then she slid her hips forward in response to the sensations that I was creating.

For another minute I licked her pussy while I probed the entrance to her anus with my fingertip and then I once again stopped.

Mandy whimpered in protest, but I still ignored her. I put my finger back in my mouth. As soon as it was nice and wet I pushed it back into her ass and resumed tonguing her cunt. 

Mandy mashed her dripping sex into my face. I responded by pushing my finger deeper into her asshole. Soon I was in all the way up to my second knuckle. At the same time I found her engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

Behind me I heard my wife cry out. Subconsciously I realized that she was having an orgasm while another man was fucking her, but at that moment I was so focused on giving Mandy pleasure that I didn't care.

Mandy started giggling like she was a child being relentlessly tickled. 

I countered by flicking her clit with my tongue while I sucked on it.

Mandy cried out; "Tonnie, Keish, this is wonderful!"

I kept sucking and tonguing her clit while I simultaneously fucked her asshole with my finger. For a minute we were caught in a limbo of unrestrained lust and then Mandy arched her back and let out a high pitched scream.

I kept pleasuring Mandy while a torrent of orgasmic ecstasy tore through her body. When I finally felt her relax I stopped sucking on her clit and pulled my finger out of her asshole.

Behind me I heard my wife say, "He's really quite amazing, isn't he."

Above me on the couch I heard Keisha say, "Damn, he has to do that for me."

Tonya laughed. "He will Keish. We're going to be living with him. He's our slave. If we want to, we can make him do it for us every single day."

"Timmy, is that what you want?" It was Kelly.

I turned. My wife was still sitting on Antoine's lap. She still had her back to him. He was holding her in his arms. They were done fucking. Antoine's large penis now lay flaccid next to his right thigh. Kelly's legs were spread. A trickle of his fresh cum dripped from the bottom of her stretched pussy.

I looked at my wife and asked her the same question. "Is that what you want?"

She thought about the question for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I think it is."

I nodded. "Then that's what I want too."

She smiled at me. "Did you enjoy licking Mandy's cunt?"

I grinned at her. "Yes I did. Did you enjoy Antoine's cock?"

Kelly laughed. "Timmy it was magnificent." She patted Antoine's thigh. "It always is."

Next to me Tonya said, "Timmy, are you a good little cuckboy?"

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. Actually I was a little embarrassed by the question.

Kelly said, "Dicklet, Ms. Lewis asked you a question. Answer her."

I nervously whispered, "I um, I guess so."

"You guess so?" There was an indignant tone to my wife's voice.

I was suddenly feeling quite disconcerted. I managed to stammer out, "Yes."

Kelly pressed me. "Yes what? Tell us!"

I realized that she wasn't going to back off. The humiliation was also starting to excite me and suddenly I understood what Kelly and Tonya were doing. I was a submissive masochist. I was going to live with these people as their slave. They were dominant sadists. I had to learn to accept; no that wasn't correct. I had to learn to enjoy, being taunted and teased by them. 

I Looked at Kelly, took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I'm a good little cuckboy."

Kelly shook her head. "Dicklet I didn't ask the question. I didn't have to. I already knew that. Ms. Lewis asked the question. You have to tell her."

I was mortified, but my entire body was still tingling with excitement. Turning to Tonya, I said; "Yes Ms. Lewis, I am a good little cuckboy."

Tonya nodded. "If you're a good little cuckboy, shouldn't you crawl over and clean up the mess that Mr. Carter left in your wife?"

I looked at Kelly's pussy and then I looked at Tonya and Kelly. They were both watching me. It really shouldn't have been that big a deal. The previous night I'd licked Chris's cum out of my wife's pussy while he watched, but this time it was a big deal. This time there was a difference. Kelly was sitting on Antoine's lap and his semen wasn't leaking from her cunt onto a mattress. It was dripping onto his pubic area just above his flaccid cock.

I hesitated. Kelly stared at me. Suddenly she understood the reason for my reluctance. She smiled and then she said to Tonya. "Tonnie I think we might be pushing him a little too far and a little too fast. Lay him down on the floor."

Kelly climbed off of Antoine. As she walked over to me he said, "Yeah and he ain't the only one that might have been getting pushed too far, too fast."

Keisha laughed. "Relax Toine. He was just going to be licking a little cum off of you. It wasn't like he was going to be sucking your dick." She giggled. "We do that for you."

"Yeah, well maybe I'll eventually get used to the idea, but for the time being Timmy can restrict all of his licking to the four of you."

I smiled at Antoine and held my thumb up. He smiled back and held his thumb up. Then he grinned at Keisha. "See, Timmy is my buddy. We understand each other.'

Keisha rolled her eyes. "You guys are such hypocrites. You love watching Tonya and Kelly make love to each other, but if a guy comes anywhere near your dick you break into a cold sweat and run away.'

Antoine shrugged. "Maybe someday I'll become a little more open minded, but for the time being I'd prefer to be a hypocrite."

Kelly stood over me with one foot on either side of my head. I looked up. Her pussy glistened with Antoine's semen.

"Tonnie, Timmy has been a very good boy. I think he deserves a reward."

Tonya nodded. "I agree Kel. Are you thinking that I should give him a nice sweet blow job while he licks your pussy clean?"

My wife smiled. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Keisha stood up. "Hey! that's not fair. Tonnie got to play with Timmy on Wednesday. I want to give him his blow job."

Mandy leaned forward. "Actually, I should be giving it to him. I mean he did just do a magnificent job of getting me off."

Kelly shook her head. "No Mandy, you get him for the entire evening."

"Yes, but we'll be busy waiting on the three of you and your dates."

Kelly winked at Mandy. "I'm quite certain that you'll be able to find plenty of opportunities this evening to play with my babydoll." She paused and then she said, "And you may also want to consider this."

"What?"

Kelly turned to Antoine. "Toine are you and Gary going to spend the night at our house?"

Antoine shook his head. "Sorry Kel, it'll have to be another time. Gary has an early plane to catch. We'll have to leave by midnight."

Kelly smiled at Mandy. "I know Chris won't spend the night. That means that after the guys leave all four of us will be all alone with sweet little Timmy."

Mandy grinned. "This could turn out to be a very fun night."

Tonya laughed. "I think memorable might be the right word." She turned to Keisha. "Keish, I agree with you. Right now it should be your turn. Please do the honors."

Keisha rubbed her hands together in mock wickedness. "Oh boy, this is going to be fun." She kneeled down and crawled between my legs. As she pulled my panties down she said, "Timmy you do know that black girls give the best head."

Antoine laughed. "Keish, I don't want to burst your bubble, but Timmy's wife is living proof that your assertion is invalid."

I saw Keisha stick her tongue out at Antoine and then Kelly sat down on my face. 

The next ten minutes were pure rapture. Keisha was very skilled at giving head and there was nothing in this world that excited me more than licking my wife's pussy. The combination was indescribable

Once Keisha got me off, the little get together in Mandy's office broke up quickly. Antoine had to meet Gary at Gary's hotel. Tonya had several telephone calls to make before she could leave for the day and Keisha went to her office to look for something sexy to wear to the dinner party.

As soon as everyone was gone Kelly, Mandy and I started getting dressed. While we were putting our clothes back on Kelly looked at me and asked, "Timmy are you okay about everything that happened today?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I'm just fine."

She smiled back at me. There was an expression of relief on her face. "Good." She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Are you sure it's all right that I have Chris over again? I don't want you to be jealous because I'm seeing him two nights in a row."

I shook my head. "No, I want you to have him over. I like Chris and you enjoy his company. Besides, if he wasn't a frequent guest in our house, he wouldn't be much of a boyfriend."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timmy, you really are wonderful."

I looked at her. "I do have one request for tonight."

"What's that Timmy?"

"Last night both you and Chris worked very hard to fulfill my cuckold fantasies. Don't misunderstand me, I really do appreciate what the two of you did for me; but I think it might have been at the expense of some of your own enjoyment."

Kelly started to protest. I shook my head. "Let me finish."

She nodded.

"Tonya mentioned this to me earlier. When I had a chance to think about it I had to agree with her. She suggested that tonight should be your turn and I also agree with that. Kelly tonight I want you to focus all of your attention on Chris and ignore me completely."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, are you sure? I don't want to push you too fast." She sighed. "I was so scared when I found out you'd left the building this morning. I was certain that this time I'd lost you for good.




Courtesan Ch. 19



"Well you didn't lose me, and you're not going to lose me." I thought for a moment and then I said, "Yes Kelly, I am sure. This morning was difficult for both of us, but it was also very important. It helped me to understand you much better. You have to remember that last night and this morning were the first times I've ever actually seen you in the arms of other men. While we were in college you always told me every detail of what happened on your dates, but that's not the same as seeing it."

My wife nodded.

"I've always known how important sex was to you, but this morning was the first time I actually realized how deeply you committed yourself to your partner. Last night you and Chris were so worried about my feelings and so concerned about involving me, that I never had an opportunity to see the real you."

I shrugged. "I guess I'd always assumed that when you were having sex with another guy it was a cold dispassionate act."

Kelly smiled. "That really wouldn't be much fun."

I nodded. "Yes, and when I think about it, that should have been obvious. It's also exactly the point. For you sex is much more than a biological act, it's a passion. Kelly you're an artist and like all great artists you put your entire being into your work. Only when you work you're not creating magnificent paintings or glorious sculptures, you're creating divine pleasures for the enjoyment of you and your partner. I would be very curious to see you on date with a sixty year old, overweight, bald headed businessman in Las Vegas."

Mandy laughed. "She's every bit as intense as she was with Martin and Antoine today. That's why Martin, Wendell and John value her so highly."

Kelly blushed at Mandy's compliment.

I smiled at my wife. "Kelly, I now understand that if I want to be with you I'm always going to have to be content to be your second love."

Vehemently shaking her head, Kelly said, "No Timmy, that's wrong. You'll always be my first love. You're my only love."

"No Kelly, sex will always be your first love just like business will always be Martin's first love. That's why you'll never be able to remain faithful to one man. Fidelity would force you to forsake your first love" I grinned at her. "But now that I understand that, I can be both confident and content that I will always be your second love and that's enough for me." 

Kelly smiled at me. "Timmy, I've never thought about it in quite that way, but I have to admit that I'm both overjoyed and relieved to to hear you say that."

I shrugged and then with a wry smile I added. "I'm also beginning to understand that for a submissive cuckold slave, I was being awfully sensitive."

Mandy and Kelly both started laughing. After a moment Kelly put her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. "If I remember correctly, a couple of days ago you pointed out that we were trying to put together a very complicated relationship. You cautioned me that it might take a little time to work out all the details. I think this morning we experienced some growing pains."

I winked at my wife. "That we did, but I think we're over the pain so I'm ready to try for a little more growth this evening."

Kelly stared at me. "You're absolutely certain that's what you want?"

"Yes I am." I answered without hesitation.

Kelly turned to Mandy. "Will you promise to look after him for me?"

Mandy smiled. "I'd like that very much." 

Kelly looked at me. There was a twinkle in her eyes. "Brace yourself Mr. Jamieson. Tonight you're going to find out what it's like to really be treated like a slave."

I just grinned at my wife.

Kelly and I quickly finished dressing. As soon as all three of us were ready to go Kelly turned to Mandy. "Will you drive Timmy back to the store where he works so he can get his car? That will give me a chance to go see Chris."

"Of course I..."

I cut Mandy off. "It's not necessary. There's a Lincoln waiting to take me back to the store."

Kelly shook her head. "Not this afternoon. In the future I'm sure all of us will have to make extensive use of the Lincolns, but today we're going to pamper you. Besides it will give you and Mandy a chance to get to know each other a little better." Kelly winked at Mandy. "And by the way, tonight while I'm playing with Chris you have my permission to get to know Timmy a whole lot better."

Mandy looked at me with a twinkle in her eyes. "Did you hear that Timmy? Tonight we get to be more than just slaves. Tonight you're going to be my date."

I suddenly got very nervous. I'm certain my face turned a deep shade of red. I looked frantically at Kelly.

She started giggling and kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I think your little dick is going to fit very comfortably in Mandy's pussy."

Kelly turned to Mandy. "Be gentle with him Nymph. I'm the only woman he's ever had."

Mandy slowly shook her head. "I have absolutely no intention of trying to be gentle. Timmy, tonight after the others have retired to their respective beds and we're finished with our chores, I plan to devour you."

Kelly burst out laughing. "Did you hear that babydoll? Mandy's going to eat you up tonight."

I looked at Mandy. She was lasciviously licking her lips while she grinned at me.

I've always been a rather shy, slightly effeminate, scrawny little kid who prior to meeting my wife, experienced nothing but failure with girls. I continue to live in constant amazement that I ended up married to a beautiful woman like Kelly Mason.

The female attention that I'd received in the past several hours had been a wonderful, ego boosting experience; but I was also completely flustered by it. At that moment Mandy's lecherous grin had me thoroughly discombobulated.

Noticing my plight, Kelly quickly threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her. "Timmy relax. Mandy was just teasing you. She's one of the kindest, most considerate lovers I've ever known. The two of you are going to have a wonderful time."

I whispered to Kelly. "Are you sure you won't be mad?"

Shaking her head, Kelly looked at Mandy. "He is truly wonderful, but what am ever going to do with him?"

Mandy grabbed me from behind. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she said; "Timmy honey, while you and I are playing another man is going to be fucking her. It would be a little hypocritical if Kelly got mad at you."

"But we've always agreed that I would remain faithful."

Kelly turned to Mandy. She was slowly nodding her head in understanding. "That's part of the cuckold fantasy."

Mandy smiled. "A marriage where a woman is free to play around as much as she wants while her husband remains perfectly faithful? What a wonderful concept. I have to learn more about this fantasy."

"Mandy honey, there are many variations to the cuckold fantasy, but the one where the husband remains faithful while his wife openly dates other men generally implies that the wife is the dominant partner in the marriage. I'm not certain that fits your temperament."

Mandy shrugged. "Hey, even though it may not work for me, it's still an exciting fantasy." Her voice turned to a whisper. "It also might be very important to some people who are very close to me."

Kelly looked at Mandy with a puzzled expression. "Who would that be?" 

"Just some people I know. I'll tell you about it sometime, but not today."

Kelly nodded and turned to me. "Timmy, since you're going to be living with Mandy, Tonya and Keisha I think we should redefine the limits of your fidelity to include members of our household." She paused to think. After a moment a malevolent smile crossed her face. "I do think that in the very near future I am going to have to consider severely limiting the number of orgasms your permitted to have and of course we'll also cut back on or even possibly eliminate your opportunities for sexual intercourse. I'm quite certain that once we're in our new house Keisha, Tonya, Mandy and I will be entertaining a regular flow of handsome, well endowed male visitors. I can't imagine that any of us will be in the least bit interested in that little worm you have between your legs."

After she finished speaking Kelly stared at me.

Her words caused my entire body to surge with a combination of excitement and trepidation. Her threat was both my greatest fantasy and my deepest fear.

Mandy looked at Kelly. There was a shocked expression on her face. "Kelly! What are you saying?"

"Mandy honey, you know I'd never do anything to deliberately hurt my babydoll. Grab his crotch, I'll bet he has a little chubby."

My face reddened with embarrassment as Mandy reached over and felt my penis. 

She turned to Kelly. "He does have an erection. He wants you to do those things to him."

Kelly nodded. "Yes he does. It's all part of his submissive cuckold fantasy. When you have time, get Timmy to show you some of his favorite Internet stories."

Mandy looked at me. "Will you do that Timmy? Will you let me read about your fantasies?" 

Her warmth relaxed me. I quietly answered, "Yes, I'd love to do that."

Mandy kissed me and whispered into my ear. "If you show me your favorite stories, I'll show you mine. I think that you and I could have a lot of fun exploring each other's kinks."

"I'm certain that all six of us would enjoy that. Once we're all living together I think we should take one night a week where one of us reads a favorite fantasy story aloud to the rest of the group. Maybe after we've heard it we could even act it out." 

Mandy and I looked at Kelly. She had a lascivious grin on her face. 

Mandy giggled. "What a wonderful idea. I can't wait to hear Antoine's fantasy story."

Kelly nodded. "And Tonya's."

Mandy's eyes got big. "Oh my!"

Kelly turned to me. "Babydoll you're going to be living with a group of people who are all very free about sex. I love you and I want you to be able to enjoy this opportunity. Tonight I expect that you will not only be playing with Mandy, but probably Keisha and Tonya too."

Mandy shook her head. "There's no probably about that. That's a certainty. Especially with Keisha. Timmy she's fascinated by your little penis."

Kelly chuckled. "Like it or not Babydoll, by the time this night is over you will have both licked and fucked Keisha's ass."

She glanced at the clock on the wall by Mandy's desk. Mandy and I both followed her eyes. It was 2:30. "Oh no! Look at the time. We have to get moving. I have to catch Chris before he makes other plans for the evening and the two of you have a dinner party to prepare."

I nodded and then I said; "Kelly before you go, I think we should discuss the menu. After all you are the mistress of the house. What shall we serve to your guests?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she smiled. "Yes, I am the mistress of the house. Oh this is very exciting. This will be my first dinner party with slaves."

She took a minute to think. As she thought her demeanor clearly changed. Finally she looked at me and said in a very autocratic voice; "Dicklet, you make a very good lasagna. I think that would be an excellent choice. It allows you to do most of the preparation in advance so that you will have more time to attend to my guests after they've arrived. I want you to prepare two pans. Chris and Antoine are both large men with healthy appetites. I assume Gary is as well. I'll want them to have plenty to eat. You can serve a Caesar salad and garlic bread with the lasagna."

My wife paused for a moment and then she said, "I'll leave the choice of the dinner wine to you. I trust your judgment. We'll want three bottles for the table and you and Nymph should have a bottle in the kitchen."

I nodded. "Very good Ms. Mason, I'll take care of everything. What would you like for an appetizer?"

Kelly smiled. "Timmy could we have that wonderful artichoke and spinach dip that you used to make? It's one of my favorites."

"Of course you can. I'll serve small slices of French bread with it. What about cocktails?"

"Just make sure the bar is well stocked. Antoine and Chris both like beer. You should pick up a case when you buy the wine. We still have scotch and Drambuie left from last night don't we?"

"Yes we do. What kind of beer should I buy?"

"Antoine loves Heineken."

Kelly nodded to Mandy. "Yes he does, so does Chris. That's what they both always order at the Goldenrod."

Kelly looked at me. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

I shook my head.

"Then I'm going to go see Chris."

My wife gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you at home babydoll."

She turned, as Kelly opened the door to the hall Mandy asked, "Ms. Mason, what time do you want me to be at your house?"

Kelly stopped and thought, after a moment she said; "Go to your apartment, pick up your things and come right over. I'm only going to spend a few minutes with Chris. I'll be at home long before you get there. I have some chores you can do while dicklet is at the grocery store."

Mandy bowed obediently and said; "Yes Ms. Mason, I'll be there as quickly as I can."



Courtesan Ch. 20



This is the twentieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous nineteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.




As soon as Kelly was gone Mandy grabbed her purse and said, "Timmy we have a lot to do. We'd better get going."

I nodded and followed Mandy out of her office. When we got into the parking garage she walked up to a silver Jaguar XJ sedan, took out her clicker and unlocked the doors. 

I stopped. I was dumbfounded. Kelly's Mercedes was a magnificent car and maybe even more expensive than this Jaguar, but Jaguar's have always been special to me. In my mind there has always been a mystique about them that made them unique.

Mandy smiled when she noticed my reaction. "Kelly told me that you had a thing about Jaguars. I think that's the real reason she wanted me to give you a ride home." 

She tossed me the keys. "Here, why don't you drive."

After I caught the keys I shook my head. "No I'd be too nervous." I tossed the keys back. "Just riding in it will be enough for me."

Mandy shook her head as she caught the keys. There was a warm smile on her face. "Kelly told me how timid you are. It's one of the many reasons she's so madly in love with you. I can see why. It really is an endearing quality." 

She opened the driver's side door. As she slipped into the car she said; "Come on studman, get in. We have places to go and people to see."

For a few minutes I reveled in the pleasure of riding in a Jaguar, but by the time we were turning onto Charles Street the fascination was already waning. The truth was, cars just didn't excite me that much.

Instead I turned to Mandy and asked the million dollar question. "So how did you become a hostess?"

She glanced over at me and chuckled. "You mean, what's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's more or less it."

"Do you want the full story or the abridged version?"

I shrugged. "We're going to be living together, give me the full story."

"Okay, you asked for it." She paused to think for a moment and then she started. "I was born and raised in Wichita, Kansas. My father was the chief financial officer for a company that built ventilation equipment for large office buildings. My mother was a secretary for a local insurance agency. I was their only child and they both doted on me. I was a good girl, the perfect daughter. In high school I was an A student, the captain of the gymnastics team and a sprinter on the girl's track team. I was active in our church youth group and I had a part time job at a local ice cream store. I was a model teenager and my parents were very proud of me. I was also a virgin. I firmly believed that a good girl saved herself for the man of her dreams."

Mandy was quiet for a moment and then she said, "All that came to an end during the spring of my senior year in high school. It was May 11th. I'll never forget that day. My father picked me up at school. They pulled me out of class. He told me there was a problem at home. He wouldn't let me go to track practice and he wouldn't explain what was happening. Instead he just dropped me off my mother's parents house. I didn't realize it at the time, but it would be over two years before I saw my father again."

"What happened?"

Mandy shook her head. "My grandparents were just as clueless about what was happening as I was. They tried to call my mother, but her cell phone was turned off and nobody answered our home telephone. Finally around 10:00 o'clock that night my mother called. First she talked to my grandmother for over an hour and then she finally talked to me."

Mandy took a deep breath. "When I picked up the telephone my mother was crying. She told me that she'd been unexpectedly served with divorce papers at her office that afternoon. When she frantically rushed home to try to talk to my father she found that he was gone. That morning, after she'd left for work, he'd moved all of his things out of our house. On the dining room table she found a dozen photographs of her having sex with several different men. There was also a letter from my father detailing his knowledge of her affairs."

"My mother then admitted to me that she'd been cheating on my father for the entire time they'd been married. She started apologizing to me over and over again. She said that she'd always loved my father and me and she always would love us. She tried to explain to me that the other men were just flirtations. None of them ever meant anything to her. It was just sex for fun. She was also adamant that she was always careful that the time she gave to her men friends was never time she took away from my father or me."

Mandy looked at me. "It's difficult for me to understand how that could have been possible, but I do have to admit that she always was a good mother. She never missed any school functions and she was generally at home in the evening when my father was at home. There was one notable exception. She always had one night each week when she was supposedly out with her old girlfriends from college. She later admitted that was a lie. It was actually her date night with her boyfriend of the moment."

Mandy sighed. "It took me about a month to piece together the entire story. Apparently my mother really had been secretly dating other men the entire time she'd been married to my father. She generally had one specific boyfriend, but there were periods when she would date several different men at the same time. She had a firm rule that she would never keep a boyfriend for more than three months. The whole purpose of her affairs was to add a little variety and spice to her life. The last thing she wanted was to end up with a second husband. Before starting a new relationship my mother would always warn her next lover about that rule and also make it clear to him that she would never consider leaving her husband for him."

"How did your father find out?"

"About a year earlier he'd received an anonymous telephone call informing him that my mother was meeting a man at a local motel every Tuesday afternoon for sex."

"Did he go to the motel and confront her?"

"No, he didn't believe it; but it did make him uneasy. The following Tuesday afternoon he called my mother's office. He became concerned when he found out that she wasn't there, so he drove to the motel. Her car was parked outside. That evening at dinner he mentioned to my mother that he'd called her office that afternoon and was surprised to discover that she was out. He tried to mask his suspicions by commenting that it must have been nice to be able to get away from the office for a little while and then he casually asked her about what she'd been doing."

Mandy glanced over at me. "My mother later remembered that day very clearly. She told me that when she got back to her office a friend who knew about her affairs warned her that my father had called and that he'd found out that she'd been out of the office. That warning allowed her to have an excuse ready when he asked her where she'd been."

"What did she tell him?"

"She said that she and several other secretaries had a little comp time saved up and they used it to pamper themselves with a long lunch break and a shopping trip to the mall. Of course my father knew that was a lie. He'd seen my mother's car at the motel that afternoon."

"Did he confront her with that information?"

"No, he felt that he needed to have undeniable proof before he confronted her. He was afraid that if he didn't have it my mother would just make up a flimsy excuse about why her car had been at the motel and then start being much more careful about covering her tracks when she was cheating."

I nodded. I remembered the frustration I felt during the week prior the night I followed Kelly to the Calvert Hotel. I repeatedly tried to talk to her about the obvious signs that she was being unfaithful and she kept responding with lies that became increasingly outrageous.

I asked, "What did he do?"

"He hired a detective. It only took him three days to get pictures of my mother walking into and out of a motel room holding hands with a strange man and after two weeks he had definitive proof that she was cheating on my father."

"Definitive proof?"

"Pictures and a video tape of that same man fucking her."

"How did he get those?"

"The detective bribed the motel owner. Apparently that's quite common. They can always get to somebody. If the motel owner isn't approachable they'll find a maid or a maintenance man who is. In this case it was the motel owner who let them into the room so they could set up their hidden cameras." 

I laughed. "Remind me to never cheat in a motel."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Timmy honey in so many different ways, that is not a relevant concern for you."

I stuck my tongue out at Mandy. 

She giggled. "Do you want to hear the rest of my story or do you just want to make faces at me?"

"Sorry, please continue with the story."

"Okay, the pictures and video were taken without my mother's or her lover's knowledge, so they weren't admissible as evidence in court. That really didn't matter. By the time my father finally divorced my mother I'd turned eighteen, so child custody wasn't an issue." She sighed. "As it turned out, custody wouldn't have been an issue even if I hadn't been eighteen."

"Why?"

"I'll get to that in a minute." She paused and then she said, "Anyway, Kansas was a no fault divorce state so my father didn't actually have to prove infidelity in order to end the marriage. He would have had to prove it if he'd been fighting for custody of me; but as I just said, I was eighteen. It wasn't relevant. My father needed the pictures and video as undeniable proof to himself that my mother was cheating. He loved her so much that part of him refused to believe that she was being unfaithful."

I nodded. "I can understand that." 

For a moment we were both quiet. I could tell that these memories were still painful for Mandy. 

I reached over and patted her knee. "If you'd like, we could talk about something else."

She shook her head. "No I think it's good for me to talk about all of this and Timmy it's very easy to talk to you."

I smiled at Mandy. She smiled back at me.

After a moment I said, "All right, but I'm confused about something. You told me that your father divorced your mother and left the pictures and letter on the dining room table on May 11th of your senior year in high school."

"That's right."

"From what you just told me, I got the impression that he hired the detective almost a year earlier. Why did he wait so long to act?"

"Timmy, that's a good question. For the past several years I've wondered about it. I've spent a lot of time thinking about possible answers. What I haven't told you is that for the next six months he continued to pay the detective to gather additional evidence about my mother."

"For what possible reason?"

"I don't know. For a while it seemed that he just wanted to wallow in the continuous reports about her infidelity. Timmy that September my mother went to an insurance seminar in St. Louis. My father has photographs of her in a hotel room with four salesmen from her office. They were taking turns with her. In several of the pictures one man was fucking her while she was giving another man a blowjob."

Mandy shook her head. "My mother and another man who wasn't one of her boyfriends belonged to a swing club. Timmy they were going to parties together so they could swap. The detective somehow managed to obtain pictures that were taken at some of those parties. In several photographs my mother was dancing naked while everyone else at the party watched her. It was almost like my father was building a collection of pornography featuring my mother."

Mandy shrugged. "If I didn't know better, I'd assume that I inherited my masochistic desires and submissive personality from my father."

"Why don't you believe that?"

"Because he's not really my father. Once my father's detective established that a wife was being unfaithful and there were children involved, he routinely arranged for DNA testing. My father provided him with several strands of hair from my hairbrush and a swab of his saliva. The tests were conclusive. I was definitely not my father's biological daughter. The report devastated my father. His attorney actually proposed that they find my biological father and sue him for eighteen years of child support."

"What stopped them?"

"My mother and father didn't go to college together. My father went to school in Kansas. My mother attended a University in Indiana. They didn't meet until three years after they'd both graduated and it was another year before they got married. At the approximate time I was conceived my mother went back to Indiana for her five year college reunion. After the reunion dinner and dance were over she went to one of the fraternity houses for a late night party. Apparently the party turned into an orgy. My mother admitted that five different men fucked her that night and she didn't know any of their names. My mother also had a boyfriend at the time and there was another man that she'd gone to motel lunches with on several occasions. Besides my father, there were seven different men who could have impregnated her. Finding all of them and then getting samples of their DNA was an insurmountable task."

"So you don't actually know who your father is."

Mandy glanced over at me. "It's true that I don't know who my biological father is, but I do know my father. He's the wonderful man who raised me."

"When did you find out?"

"The information about the DNA test results was in the letter my father left for my mother on the day he divorced her. My mother told me that she was heartbroken when she read it. She'd always known that there was a possibility that my father wasn't really my biological father, but it was also possible that he was. While I don't look at all like my father, I do look so much like my mother that everyone always assumed that I'd inherited all of her genes. She told me that she'd coped with the possibility that someone else was my father by ignoring it. She simply chose to assume that my father really was my biological father."

For a moment Mandy stared silently at the road ahead of her. Finally she continued. 

"Even after my father left her, she was still hoping that she could keep this secret."

"What happened?"

"When I tried to contact my father, he refused to answer my telephone calls. I didn't know where he was staying, so I couldn't go see him. He'd completely cut off all contact with me. I didn't understand why. Finally, after two weeks my mother told me. I cried for three solid days."

Mandy glanced over at me. "When I finally stopped crying my grief turned into anger. I hated both my father and my mother. I stayed with a girlfriend's family while I finished high school. I also found the first available boy and lost my virginity. A week after I graduated from high school I left Wichita."

"Where did you go?"

"Las Vegas. I found a job working as a nude dancer in sleazy night club three blocks off the strip. The men all loved me. I was a cute eighteen year old pixie who'd been a gymnastics star in high school. Six months later I was one of the headline dancers at the finest strip club in Las Vegas. I parlayed my fame as a dancer into a very lucrative sideline working as an escort. By the time I was nineteen an evening with me cost three thousand dollars."

"So becoming a prostitute was the way you chose to express your anger about your parents divorce."

"That's a cold way to put it; but yes, I suppose at first that was my motivation. That didn't last very long."

"What do you mean?"

"I quickly realized that I really was my mother's daughter. I'd inherited more than just her looks. I'd also inherited her insatiable appetite for sex. Timmy I love sex every bit as much as your wife does."

I laughed, "That's a lot."

Mandy winked at me. I grinned at her.

For a moment we rode together in silence. I think we both needed a chance to contemplate everything that had just been said. Finally I asked, "So why do you think your father waited almost a full year before he divorced your mother."

Mandy shook her head. "I have several theories."

"Tell me."

"First of all, he dearly loved my mother and I'm sure that he didn't want to divorce her."

"But he did."

"Yes, but only after he saw overwhelming evidence of her ongoing infidelity. I'm certain that he finally came to the conclusion that my mother could never change and that conclusion was correct. She never has changed."

"You mean that she continues to see other men."

"Yes, my mother is adamant that she will never live with or marry any man but my father. She calls him the essence of her life and claims that she could never love any other man."

"Yet she continues to date other men."

"Yes and both my father and I firmly believe that she'll never be able to stop doing that. Actually she doesn't want to stop."

"So your father divorced your mother because he knew she'd never be able to be faithful to him?"

Mandy thought for a moment and then she shook her head. "No I don't think that's the reason." She paused. "At least not the entire reason."

"Okay, so why do you think he did it?"

"Discovering that he wasn't my biological father was devastating for him. That certainly spurred his anger." She sighed. "But he finally got over that."

"He did?'

"Yes, about three years after the divorce he contacted me and we reconciled."

"Does he know about your lifestyle?"

"Mostly."

"What do you mean by mostly?"

"He knows that while I was living in Las Vegas I was a nude dancer and a highly paid escort. He knows that like my mother, I enjoy sleeping with a large variety of men and he believes that I still do some escorting."

"But you don't."

"No, but I can't tell him about the true nature of my job duties at JTandR. For obvious reasons very few people, even most of the company employees, are aware of what the hostesses really do. Your own recent problems have demonstrated just how concerned the partners are about the legal jeopardy our activities create for them. My father continues to have some very intense feelings about the lifestyles my mother and I choose to lead. Every once in a while he still has flashes of anger about everything that's occurred. I don't want him to be in a position to damage the firm during one of those periods. Telling him that I continue to occasionally accept professional dates is my way of letting him know that I'm still in the sex business. It also serves as a convenient explanation for the lavish lifestyle I'm able to lead. Very few secretaries wear designer clothes and drive Jaguars."

"It sounds to me like your using your lifestyle as a way to get back at your father for rejecting you."

Mandy shook her head. "No, I don't think that's true. I think it would be more accurate to say that when he rejected me he forfeited any paternal prerogative that might have allowed him to judge my behavior. I don't feel there's any need to hide my lifestyle from him. I want him in my life, I want him to be my father, but he has to accept me as I am."

"Does he accept you?"

"Somewhat, he really doesn't have a choice. He does worry that I'm going to get arrested by the morals squad or murdered by a freak. That's my one regret about not being able to tell him the truth about JTandR. Working as a hostess really minimizes those two possibilities."




Courtesan Ch. 20



I nodded. "Yes, before Kelly made the decision to return to JTandR she was considering becoming an escort. I had the same concerns and we both quickly realized that working for the firm does mostly eliminate those worries."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "Okay, you believe that the overwhelming evidence the detective gathered about your mother's infidelity and the DNA report proving that you weren't your father's biological daughter were the two factors that spurred him to divorce your mother."

Mandy glanced over at me. "There's one more."

"What is it?"

"In our culture a man isn't a real man if he allows his wife to sleep with other men."

"That is true." I smiled at Mandy. "I guess that makes me a wimp."

Mandy laughed. "Well you are a wimp, but not because you're going to let another man fuck your wife tonight."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate that little boost to my ego."

Mandy reached over and patted my knee. "You know I'm just teasing you. I think you're a very strong man. In fact I hope that someday my father will have the opportunity to meet you and talk to you about the cuckold lifestyle you lead."

"Why do you say that?" And then it suddenly dawned on me. I looked at Mandy. "You think your father gathered and saved all those pictures and videos of your mother and her lovers because they excited him."

"That's right."

"He only divorced your mother because of the anger and hurt he felt when he saw the DNA evidence proving that you weren't his biological daughter."

"Maybe, but he still waited for six more months. I believe that he eventually divorced my mother because he was convinced that it was the only way a real man could respond. I don't think he's ever looked at porn on the Internet, so he doesn't know anything about the cuckold lifestyle. The only support group he had were the macho assholes at his office who urged him to 'throw the bitch out!'. He didn't want to do that, but ultimately he was confronted with the choice of either divorcing my mother or admitting to himself and the men around him that he was nothing but a pathetic wimp."

Mandy shook her head. "All my father needed was a different support group. A group that would have validated his true feelings about my mother's infidelity. She never stopped loving him and she was telling the truth when she told him that her affairs were just meaningless fun. I would love to have him meet you. You could tell him about how you used to write stories describing what Kelly was doing while she was out with another guy." Mandy giggled. "I'll bet they were pretty hot."

I nodded. "They were."

"Do you still have them?"

"Yes."

"Could I read them?"

"Of course."

Mandy glanced over at me. There was a serious expression in her eyes. "Timmy I know that if my father could just learn to acknowledge and accept his true feelings about my mothers affairs, they could reconcile and get together again."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Timmy I'd give up everything I have if it would make that happen."

"Why don't you try showing him the cuckold web sites?"

Mandy thought about that. After a moment she said; "I don't know Timmy, looking at porn with my father would feel kind of creepy."

"Think about it Mandy. He already knows that you were a nude dancer and a professional escort. He must understand that you're a very sexual person. Explain to him that for you and your mother sex is like tennis or golf. It's just a recreational pastime. That might make it easier for the two of you to discuss it. Tell him that your experiences have given you a broad insight into the variety of ways that people view and enjoy sex. Let him know that you don't believe that there's anything wrong with his feelings of excitement when he thinks about your mother and another man."

I smiled at Mandy. "At first you'll have to go very slowly. You'll want to try to establish an open attitude about sex with him."

"But Timmy he's my father."

"So you'll have to be very careful to maintain some strict boundaries in your discussions. You'll also have to subtly reassure him that you're not trying to breach the limits of an appropriate father daughter relationship. Somehow you're going to have to convince him that for you, talking about sex is just as mundane as discussing baseball or football."

Mandy nodded. She was thinking about my suggestions. 

"Does he ever talk to your mother?"

"Yes, they've actually reestablished a cordial relationship. They talk on the telephone at least once a week."

"Tell your mother what you plan to do. Maybe she can help. Does she know about the cuckold web sites?"

"I don't think so." 

"You might want to show them to her."

Mandy was silent. For almost a full minute she just stared at the road ahead of us. Finally she glanced over at me and smiled. "Thank you Timmy, I actually believe this might work."

I decided that it was time to talk about something a little less serious. I playfully asked Mandy, "When did you first realize that you were a submissive?"

She glanced over at me. The abrupt change of topic had startled her.

I put up my hand. "I'm sorry, that question was maybe a little too impetuous."

Mandy shook her head. "No it was okay. I'm glad you asked." She giggled. "Being a submissive really is fun, isn't it?"

I nodded. "Yes it is, but I think you have to be a submissive to feel that way. Kelly accepts the fact that I enjoy being dominated, but she's completely unable to comprehend why.

Mandy shrugged. "Your wife is a top, we're bottoms. That's just the way we're made."

I laughed. "Kelly likes to say that she's always thankful that she was born as a superior. She feels that life is much easier for her."

Mandy smiled at me. "I suppose she's right. After all, you do wait on her hand and foot." Mandy giggled. "Life might be easier for Kelly and Martin, but I think it's much more exciting for you and me."

I grinned at her and then I repeated my question. "So when did you figure out that you were a bottom?"

Mandy thought for a moment. Finally she said, "As soon as I started having sex, I realized that I loved giving head."

"That doesn't make you a bottom. Kelly loves sucking cocks every bit as much as you do."

"Yes, but that's because your wife is in love with cocks. Holding them, kissing them, putting them in her mouth; it's all wonderful for her. I feel the same way, but for me there's more. I also get a thrill out of giving pleasure without getting anything in return."

I nodded. "That's how I feel about licking a woman's pussy."

Mandy giggled. "It's fun to talk to someone who really understands."

"So when did you know? I found out from Internet porn sites. The first time I encountered a site featuring dominant women I knew. It was captivating. I was completely enthralled. After that I spent all my time searching for more information and eagerly devoured everything I found. I met Kelly about a year later and I think we both immediately sensed our predilections."

"The two of you do fit together very well. You're almost like ying and yang."

"All right, tell me. When did you realize that you were a sub."

"It was while I was working as an escort in Las Vegas. An extremely wealthy man hired me for an evening. Only he didn't want an evening of dining, dancing and sex he wanted something else. He was having two very close friends and their dates over for a dinner party. He wanted me to be there as his sex slave. He offered to pay me ten thousand dollars for the night."

I whistled. "That was a lot of money for one night's work."

"It certainly was. At first I was a little leery. I'd heard stories about awful things happening to girls. I asked around and learned that he wasn't a total freak so I agreed as long as he would grant me one provision."

"What was that?"

"I had to be allowed to slip off and make a telephone call to one of my girlfriends every hour."

"Did he agree?"

"Yes, so I accepted the date."

"What happened?"

"Timmy it was an incredible night. When I got to his house Caldwell had an outfit ready for me to wear."

"Caldwell? Are you talking about Caldwell Brunner?"

"Yes I am."

"He owns..."

"Yes he does."

"He's a billionaire."

Mandy smiled. "Yes he is. He's also a very good friend of mine."

"Okay, tell me about the dinner party."

"As I was saying, when I got to his house he had an outfit ready for me." 

She laughed. "Although it really was stretch to call it an outfit. He had me put on red satin cupless bra, and..."

"A cupless bra?"

"Yes, a brassiere without any cups."

"So your breasts were fully exposed."

"That's right."

"I've never seen anything like that."

"Your wife has several."

I quietly said, "I gather that my wife has a number of sexy outfits I've never seen."

Mandy patted my knee. "Don't worry Timmy, over the next few weeks I guarantee you that Kelly is going to make sure that you see her in everyone of her sexy outfits." She giggled. "And tonight you're going to get to see me in a cupless bra. I plan to wear one to the dinner party."

"You mean your breasts are going to be exposed tonight?"

Mandy laughed. "Timmy, Kelly's right. You really are priceless. Yes, my breasts are going to be exposed tonight and I'm quite certain that they won't be the only ones on display. Babydoll this evening you're going to be in titty heaven."

I smiled at Mandy. "You just called me Babydoll."

"Kelly said we could. Was that all right with you?"

I nodded. "Yes, I liked it."

"All right back to my story. The rest of my outfit was a very short red mesh skirt and a diamond studded black leather dog collar."

"Mesh? That means you could see through it."

"Yes."

"Did you wear panties?"

"No and Caldwell specifically asked me to be sure that my pussy was freshly shaved."

"So both your breasts and your pussy were exposed."

"Yes."

"And you were wearing a dog collar."

"A diamond studded dog collar. Caldwell let me keep it. I'll wear it tonight."

"Wow!"

Mandy giggled. "It was pretty hot."

"What were you wearing for shoes?"

"None, I was barefoot. Caldwell told me that I was a slave and slaves don't get to wear shoes."

"What happened when the guests arrived."

"Caldwell led me into his living room on a leash. There were two couples there. Two very distinguished looking men who appeared to be in their mid forties and two very attractive women in their early thirties. The women were dressed in elegant cocktail dresses and Caldwell and the other two men were wearing sports jackets and ties."

"So you were nearly naked in a room with five fully clothed people."

"Wearing a collar and a leash."

"Tell me more."

"Caldwell made me kneel at his feet while the five of them had cocktails." 

"But you didn't get a cocktail."

"No, of course not; I was a slave. Slaves aren't allowed to drink in the presence of their superiors."

I smiled at Mandy. "This is very exciting."

"It gets better. At dinner I was required to kneel on the floor next to Caldwell's chair. While he and his guests talked and ate, he occasionally fed me scraps from his plate."

"He has was treating you like a dog."

Mandy breathlessly answered, "Yes he was."

"That was the moment you realized that you were a submissive masochist, wasn't it?"

She nodded. "I was so excited. I was dripping wet."

"What happened after dinner?"

"We retired to an intimate parlor on the second floor of Caldwell's mansion. Three padded leather club chairs had been placed side by side in a semicircle at one end of the room. In the middle of the room there was a small wooden dance floor and a double bed. At a bar in the corner a butler was pouring three glasses of cognac."

Mandy glanced over at me. "Caldwell led me up to the room on my leash. The two women had disappeared. He and the two men sat down in the club chairs. As he sat down Caldwell pointed at the floor in front of him and ordered me to kneel. I complied immediately. Once the men were comfortable the butler brought each of them a glass of cognac. A moment later he returned with a box of cigars. As the men were lighting their cigars the butler walked across the room and pushed a button on the stereo system. An old rhythm and blues song started playing."

Mandy bit her lower lip. This memory was obviously very exciting for her. "Caldwell took a long drag on his cigar. As he exhaled he looked down at me and told me to unzip his pants and start sucking his dick. He was being deliberately crude. While I was taking Caldwell's cock out of his pants the two women walked into the room and started dancing. As they danced they began stripping off their clothes."

Mandy took a deep breath. "I sucked Caldwell's cock while he smoked his cigar and watched the women dance. He wasn't big, but that didn't matter to me. He was my master. I worked as hard as I possibly could. I desperately wanted to please him."

I smiled at Mandy. She smiled back at me. We didn't have to say anything. She knew that I understood.

"I glanced over my shoulder so that I could see what the women were doing. They were naked and kissing. I watched as they lay down on the bed and started making out. Caldwell passed my leash to the man on his right and told me to crawl over to him and suck his cock. I did as I was told. Behind me I could hear the sounds of the two women making love. After several minutes my leash was passed back to Caldwell. He pulled me over to him and then he passed my leash to the man on his left and told me to crawl over to him and suck his cock. As I was putting the third man's cock into my mouth I could hear one of the women having an orgasm."

Mandy looked at me. "Timmy for the next half hour the three men passed me back and forth between them while they watched the two women make love. I was enthralled. Time had lost all meaning for me. All I wanted to do was please my masters."

I nodded to Mandy. "I understand."

Mandy smiled and then she continued her story. "Finally Caldwell clapped his hands and told the women to stop. As they stood up he handed my leash to the man on his right and told him to take me to the bed and use me any way he wanted. While that man was leading me over to the bed Caldwell turned to the man on his left and invited him to join us."

I looked at Mandy. "What happened?"

"Timmy the two men took their clothes off. Once they were undressed they spent the next hour taking turns fucking my pussy, my mouth and my ass while the two naked women sucked and licked Caldwell's cock."

I took a deep breath. "That's an amazing story."

Mandy nodded. "Yes it is."

"How did the evening end?"

"After the two men and two women were gone Caldwell told me to get dressed. While I was putting on my clothes he asked me if I'd enjoyed myself. I told him that it had been the most exciting night of my entire life. Caldwell handed me a hundred hundred dollar bills. As I took the money he asked me if I'd like to do it again. I told him that I would. He smiled and offered me a hundred thousand dollars if I'd live as his sex slave for an entire month. I asked him when he'd like me to start. That night I slept on a rug next to his bed. I stayed with him for two months. I didn't make him pay me anything for the second month."

I shook my head. "Mandy that must have been an incredible experience."

She smiled. "It was, but the story's not quite finished."

"All right."

"While I was with Caldwell I met a number of his business friends." She giggled. "Actually I did a lot more than just meet them."

I laughed. "I can only imagine."

"One of Caldwell's closest business friends happened to be Martin Jackson. Martin visited Caldwell several times while I was with him. Near the end of my second month with Caldwell, he and Martin sat down with me in Caldwell's office. Martin asked me if I'd be interested in a position with his firm. He explained that they employed several women whose sole job was to entertain their business clients. He offered me a very generous base salary, a retirement program, health insurance and the opportunity to earn bonuses. Most importantly, he offered me the chance to belong to a group."

Mandy glanced over at me. "Timmy, working as a nude dancer and an escort had been a very lonely life. Living with Caldwell was wonderful, but neither of us wanted to make a long term commitment. I needed a place to go. The prospect of working every day with the same group of people was incredibly attractive. I eagerly accepted Martin's offer." 

Mandy grinned at me. "So now you know the answer to both of your questions."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"You started this conversation by asking me how I became a hostess. Later you asked me when I first realized that I was submissive. Now you know." 

We grinned at each other. 

Kelly had been right. Having Mandy drive me back to the store had been very good idea. We had taken advantage of the opportunity to get to know each other and by the time we arrived at Kirby's Quick Stop I was certain that the two of us were destined to become very close friends.



Courtesan Ch. 21



This is the twenty-first episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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As soon as Mandy drove away Kirby came running out of the store. Elvira was right behind him. I walked towards them. 

Kirby stopped. He was out of breath. He took a moment to pull himself together and then he said, "Timmy that was a fuckin Jaguar."

Behind him Elvira said, "Who cares about the car, I want to hear about the little brunette who was driving it."

I smiled at my friends. "The little brunette was Mandy. She works at JTandR with my wife. The car is hers. The firm bought it for her. They take good care of their employees. They gave Kelly a Mercedes."

"Is Mandy a corporate hooker like your wife?"

I grinned at Elvira. "You certainly do believe in being direct."

She shrugged. "Never saw any reason not to be. So is she?"

I chuckled. "Yes she is."

"I thought so. I can't believe that they'd buy Jaguars for their secretaries."

Kirby patted my shoulder. "What did the guys who sent the Lincoln want?"

I looked at my watch. It was three o'clock. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn't have time to chat with my friends. I shook my head. "Kirby, I'm sorry. I only have a couple of minutes. Kelly is having guests for dinner. I'm responsible for making all the preparations. I still have to go to the grocery store."

Elvira poked Kirby's side and in a sassy tone of voice said; "Cookie, Timmy's a good slave. His wife entertains the guests, he does the work. My Max used to do that for me. It's good to see that he's a little sissy who knows his place." She was grinning at me.

I smiled. I knew that her barb was well intentioned. I glanced at Kirby. He was smiling too. That reminded me that he was every bit as kinky as Elvira and me. I quickly remembered his sexual fantasy and also how he'd painstakingly nursed Elvira back to life. I silently renewed my personal promise to tell Kelly about this wonderful man and his fantasy and ask her if she might be willing to fulfill it for him.

"Timmy."

Kirby's voice pulled me out of my reverie. I looked at him. 

"Go ahead and go. You can tell us about everything when you get to work in the morning. Right now I just need to know one thing. Is everything okay? You're not in any kind of trouble, are you?"

I smiled at him. "Thanks Kirby, you're a good friend. No I'm not in trouble, in fact things couldn't be going better for me. I'll fill you in on everything tomorrow morning."

"That means I'd better go straight home after work and take a nap. Wolfie's coming over tonight for a little adult entertainment. We'll probably be up late." Elvira winked at Kirby. "Wolfie's old. He can always go for a long time without cumming, but if I spike his Kool Aid with Viagra he turns into that battery bunny on television. That means I won't get very much sleep tonight, because if Timmy's going to tell you about his meeting, I fully intend to be here at 6:00 AM. I don't want to miss a single word."

I smiled at Elvira. "I promise I won't tell Kirby anything until you get here."

Elvira grinned at me. "You'd better not cuckboy, because if I get here and find out that you started without me I'll tan your little sissy bottom with rubberboy's belt." She turned to Kirby. "And as soon as I'm done with him, I'll put on a pair of latex panties and go after you."

Kirby and I both burst out laughing. Elvira maintained a stern expression for a moment and then she joined us. The three of us were becoming very close friends.

After I left Kirby's Quickstop I went directly to the supermarket. I shopped efficiently and the store wasn't busy, so I was in and out in less than ten minutes. The liquor store was next. I bought five bottles of good California zinfandel and a case of Heineken Beer. 

It was 3:30 when I pulled my Ford Focus into our garage. Kelly's Mercedes was already parked in her stall and Mandy's Jaguar was parked on our driveway behind Kelly's car.

It took two trips to carry everything into the house. I left the case of beer in the garage. It was a chilly late October afternoon. I figured that it would stay nice and cold out there.

As I was unpacking the groceries I heard the vacuum cleaner running in the living room. I realized that Kelly and Mandy probably hadn't heard me come in, so they didn't know I was home. I decided that I'd better say hello.

I walked quickly across the dining room. When I entered the living room and saw what was happening I had to stop and smile. Kelly was lying on the couch reading a novel. There was a glass of diet soda on the coffee table next to her. Mandy was busily vacuuming the living room carpet. Life for a superior certainly did get easier when she had slaves.

Mandy was the first to to notice me. She turned off the vacuum cleaner, walked over to me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. "Hi Timmy, as soon as I'm done in here I'll come into the kitchen and help you with the dinner preparations."

When Kelly heard Mandy turn off the vacuum cleaner she looked up and saw me. Smiling, she set her book down and sat up. "Hi dicklet!"

Even though she'd used my slave name, my wife's greeting was still warm and friendly. Nonetheless, her use of the name warned me that she was feeling dominant. Of course, seeing her lying on the couch sipping a soda and reading while Mandy worked in the same room was another good indication.

My entire body started to tingle with excitement. I remembered my wife's admonition earlier that day in Mandy's office. "Brace yourself Mr. Jamieson. Tonight you're going to find out what it's really like to be treated like a slave."

Kelly was staring at me, waiting for me to respond to her greeting. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mandy smiling. She could tell that I was beginning to comprehend the full ramifications of what was going to happen to us that night.

I took a very submissive posture and bowed politely. "Hello Ms. Mason, I've completed my assigned errands."

Kelly smiled at my response and said, "Very good slave, why don't you come over here and give me a proper greeting." She was wearing jeans and she was barefoot. She extended her legs and wiggled her toes at me.

I immediately understood what my dominant wife wanted. Dropping to my knees, I crawled over to her, picked up both of her tiny feet and held them in my hands. Kelly gasped as she felt me press my lips against the bottoms of her toes. When I began kissing and licking them I heard her whisper, "This must be heaven."

Kelly lay back and silently enjoyed the attention I was giving to her feet. I closed my eyes and threw my heart into pleasing her. I was trying to give my mistress a message. I wanted her to know that I really was her slave, that she owned me and that I would do anything to satisfy even her slightest whim. Kelly sensed the earnestness in my efforts and smiled. She understood.

I think that both of us could have carried on this demonstration of submission and dominance for hours, but of course that wasn't a choice. There was work that needed to be done. My mistress had guests coming for dinner. 

Kelly finally sat up and broke the spell. "Dicklet."

I looked up at her.

"No one told you to stop. You can kiss me and listen at the same time."

I bowed my head once and obediently returned to kissing and licking Kelly's feet.

"That's better. Dicklet, tonight is very important to me. This will be the first time that my lover and I have ever hosted a dinner party together. It will also be the first time that I have ever entertained my closest friends in my house. I expect perfection from you and I will accept nothing less. Is that clear?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason."

"Stop kissing my feet for a moment and look up at me."

I looked up. My eyes met Kelly's. She stared at me with savage intensity. It was obvious that the anticipation of the evening ahead and my display of submissiveness had aroused her. 

She repeated her demand. "Dicklet, this evening I expect perfection and if I get anything less you will be whipped. Do you understand?"

The air was filled with tension. Every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. I felt like I was in the middle of an intensely erotic dream. 

"Answer me dicklet! Do you understand?"

I took a deep breath and said; "Yes Ms. Mason, I do understand. I promise that I will not fail you."

Kelly smiled at me. "I'm sure you won't." She gave my face a gentle push with her toes and said, "On your feet dicklet. You have work to do." 

As I stood up my wife looked at the clock on the mantel over the fireplace. "It's now ten minutes to four. The men are going to arrive at six thirty. Ms. Lewis and Ms. Edwards will be here at five thirty. We plan to spend an hour making ourselves beautiful for our dates. I expect that both you and nymph will be available to bathe and dress us. That means that all the dinner preparations must be completed and you and nymph will have to be dressed and ready by 5:30. Is that clear?"

I bowed. "Yes Ms. Mason."

"You'll also need to make sure that the guest room and the daybed in the den are ready. After we're finished with dinner I'm certain that my guests will want some privacy."

I nodded. "I understand Ms. Mason, I'll take care of it."

"Good, now go attend to your chores." Kelly picked up her book, lay back on the couch and started reading again.

I quickly checked the guest bedroom and the day bed in the den to be certain they were ready for use. Once that was done I went directly to the kitchen and started making the artichoke spinach dip. After I mixed the cheeses, mayonnaise, spinach, chopped artichoke hearts, minced garlic and spices together in a casserole dish I covered it and put it in the refrigerator. 

As I was doing that Mandy walked into the kitchen and asked, "Timmy what can I do to help you?"

"Are you a good cook?"

She shook her head. "Not really, I've been a slave for several different men, but they were always wealthy. They all had full kitchen staffs. My mother was a frozen dinner kind of homemaker. Now that I know the truth about her, I realize that her affairs didn't leave her the time to do much cooking. My father never cooked. He was always too busy at his job."

I smiled at Mandy. "I guess that makes me the head kitchen slave. If you want to learn how to cook, I'll teach you."

"Timmy, I'd like that very much."

I pointed at the casserole dish that I'd just set on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. "This is the artichoke spinach dip. It needs to bake in a preheated 350 degree oven for twenty minutes. Do you understand what preheated means?"

Mandy laughed. "Of course I do, I've made a million frozen pizzas."

I grinned at her. "Kelly's guests are going to arrive at 6:30, so we should put the dip into the oven at 6:05 That will give us the twenty minutes cooking time and another ten minutes to allow it to cool before we serve it."

I took a wicker bread basket out of the cupboard, laid a cloth napkin into it and handed it to Mandy. "There's a bread knife in that drawer over there. You can cut the two loaves of baguette on the table into thin slices and put them into this basket."

Mandy giggled. "I can do that. It's right at my skill level."

I laughed. "Good, I'm going to start making the lasagna."

We went to work. 

Once we were both working, I said, "Can I ask you a question about your mom and dad?"

"Certainly."

"Just before I got out of your car at Kirby's Quickstop, you told me that your mom and dad have managed to become cordial with each other again."

"Yes, they have. They talk on the telephone at least once a week. Sometimes they talk every day."

"Do they ever see each other?"

"My dad tried, but it was a disaster."

"What do you mean?"

"One Thursday night last August he decided to surprise my mother with flowers and a bottle of champagne. He was hoping to try to rekindle their romance."

"A surprise visit seems like a bad idea."

"It was. When he walked up the front steps of my mother's town house he heard voices inside. He now realizes that he should have left immediately, but he didn't. Instead he knocked on the door. He had to knock several times before he was able to get my mother's attention. When she finally did answer the door she didn't open it, she just asked who was there. My dad told me that when he identified himself he heard my mother whisper the words, Oh shit."

Mandy shook her head. "My mother had been trying so hard to get my father to visit her. She told me that she felt awful when she had to tell him that he'd come at an inconvenient time and ask him if he couldn't possibly come back the next night instead. My father explained to my mother that he had a dozen fresh roses for her and wanted to give them to her before they started to wilt."

Mandy sighed. "That left my mother without a choice. She tried to leave the chain on the door when she opened it, but the bouquet of roses was too large. It wouldn't fit through the gap so she had to close the door again, take the chain off and reopen it. My mother was wearing a short black chiffon robe. It was nearly transparent. Underneath it she was naked."

"That must have been a very embarrassing situation for both of them."

"It gets worse. As my father was handing the flowers to my mother a naked middle aged man walked into view behind her. He had an erection. My father told me that he was big." 

"You mean that he was a big man?"

"Well I think that was also true, but my father was referring to the size of his cock."

"Oh!"

"The man asked my mother who was at the door. My mother tried to pretend he wasn't there, but of course that was silly. My father could see him."

"It really was an awkward situation."

"That's not all."

"There's more?"

"Yes, a second man walked into view. He was also naked and he also had an erection. He actually had the audacity to tell my mother to make the creep at the door go away and come back to the bedroom."

Mandy shook her head. "My mother lost it. She spun around and screamed at him to shut the fuck up and get out of the living room."

"Damn!"

Mandy nodded. "It was pretty awful. My father was mortified. He turned around and walked straight to his car. My mother ran into the front yard after him. She pleaded with him give her fifteen minutes and come back. When he ignored her and got into his car, she begged him to call her. As soon as my father drove away my mother went back inside her townhouse."

"My father told me that when he got to the end of the block something made him stop. He turned his car around and waited. He's glad that he did. Five minutes later he saw the two men storm out of my mother's town house, get into their cars and speed away. A moment after they were gone my father's cell phone rang. He knew that it was my mother. He wanted to answer it, but he couldn't. He said that he was too embarrassed about what had happened. My mother called him repeatedly. It was two days before he finally answered one of her calls."

"He hasn't gone back to see her since that night?"

"No, I think he'd like to try again; but his pride is keeping him away."

"But even after that, your mom and dad are still friendly with each other."

"Oh yes, definitely. They talk to each other on the telephone all the time."

Mandy smiled. "Timmy when I talk to my dad I get the impression that seeing my mother with those two men didn't really bother him that much. He wasn't expecting it so it surprised him and stunned him a little, but he's never seemed angry about it."

"So why don't you think he's tried to visit your mother again?"

"His manly pride. He's still influenced by the macho attitude that real men don't let their wives party with other men."

"Mandy you have got to get together with your mother and start working in him."

Nodding, Mandy said, "Yes I do." She paused for a moment and then she smiled at me and said; "I'm finished with the bread. What should I do next?"

"You can help me layer the lasagna into the two pans."

Mandy walked over, put her arm around my waist and held me close to her. "Cooking with you is fun."

Smiling, I said; "It's nice to have company."

We stood together silently enjoying the touch of each others bodies and the warmth of our blossoming friendship. After a moment Mandy placed her fingers on my cheek and gently turned my face so that I was looking into her eyes. "Timmy, I know that you love Kelly; but tonight she's not going to be with you. Tonight she's going to be with another man. She's going to spend the entire party paying attention to him and she's going to ignore you. This evening Kelly is going to be Chris's wife, not yours. He will be her lover and you will be nothing but an insignificant slave. "

"But when Chris goes home you will get me back and I will love you much more than I could ever love him."

Mandy and I both turned. Kelly was standing in the doorway.

Mandy made a submissive bow to Kelly and said, "Ms. Mason I was just trying to prepare dicklet for what's going to happen tonight."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you Mandy, I appreciate that." 

She walked into the kitchen. There was an unmistakable air of authority about her. "You are apparently unaware of the rule that Timmy and I made while Chris was here last night. This is the kitchen. In our house the kitchen is Timmy's domain and it becomes neutral territory. Here all of us are equals. When we're in the kitchen you can call me Kelly and I will call you Mandy rather than nymph. Tonight, the three of us will be the only ones allowed to enter this room without your or Timmy's prior permission. I will be responsible for informing our other guests of this rule."

Mandy nodded. "I understand."

Kelly looked at me. "At some time early in the evening Chris will want to come in here and visit with you Timmy. I hope that will be all right."

I nodded. "Sure, that'll be fine."

"He likes you and he wants to get to know you as a person. I suspect that Antoine will also want to come in here and talk to you. He's also expressed the desire to get to know you better. Both of them will be expected to knock and get your or Mandy's permission before they can actually enter the room. I'm certain that Antoine will be very respectful while he's in here."

Mandy smiled. "Antoine's always respectful unless being coarse and arrogant is part of his role in the game we're playing. Timmy, he's one of the kindest men I know. I suspect that the two of you will eventually become very close friends."

"Timmy, I agree with Mandy. I'll also be surprised if you and Antoine don't end up being good friends."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "Tonya and Keisha are going to want to come in here and visit with you too. Tonya will be fine, but Keisha is going to have to be reminded that she can't taunt the two of you while she's in here. I'll mention my concern to Tonya, but Mandy I think you're going to have to be the one who reminds Keisha about the rules when she's in the kitchen."

Mandy shook her head. "Kelly, I don't know. You know how excited Keisha gets when we start playing domination games. She looks for reasons to punish me." She giggled. "It's fun, but I'm not sure I want to spend the next week standing up."

My wife grinned at her friend. "Don't worry, I'll protect you. The rule in this house is firm. What's said in the kitchen stays in the kitchen."




Courtesan Ch. 21



Kelly's comment about being good friends with Antoine had started me thinking about Kirby and Elvira. I looked at Kelly. She and Mandy were still giggling about her kitchen joke. I said, "Kelly, if you don't mind, I'd like to change the subject. There's something I want to tell you."

My wife noticed my serious expression and said, "Sure Timmy, what is it?"

"Why don't you sit down at the kitchen table. I can tell you while Mandy and I finish the preparations for dinner."

"Okay." 

Kelly sat down and Mandy and I started working on the lasagna. While we worked I told them about Kirby and Elvira. I began by explaining who they were. After that, I told them about Elvira and her husband Max. Once they'd heard about their cuckold hot wife marriage and how it had lasted for fifty-one years Kelly and Mandy were hooked on the story. 

Both women were on the verge of tears when I told them about Max's sudden death a year ago last spring and how it had devastated Elvira. They were absolutely silent as I explained how Elvira's grief had nearly destroyed her. I told them about Kirby seeing her come into his store once a week and after realizing that she was slowly wasting away, making the decision to follow her home. When they heard how Kirby had nursed Elvira back to health and then gave her a job working in his store Kelly and Mandy both started to cry."

While they were crying I put the two pans of lasagna into the refrigerator and started making the salad croutons and garlic bread.

Mandy grabbed two paper napkins from the kitchen counter and gave one to Kelly. After they wiped their tears away Kelly said, "Timmy, that's an amazing story. Kirby must be a wonderful man. We should do something nice for him."

I grinned at Kelly. "Well there is something you could do."

"What? Timmy why are you smiling like that?"

"Elvira likes to get us talking about our sexual fantasies. Her belief is that if it only involves consenting adults and nobody is actually getting hurt, then it must be okay."

Mandy laughed. "I've got to meet this women. We're kindred spirits."

Kelly nodded. "She certainly sounds like my kind of girl. So Timothy Jamieson, who's middle name is cuckold slaveboy; what did our seventy-two year old slut say when you told her about your fantasies?"

"They didn't faze her a bit. She told me that they were identical to her husband, Max's fantasies. Actually when I started divulging the true nature of our marital relationship it was Kirby's opinion that I was most concerned about."

Mandy chuckled. "I can see why. Retired navy cooks aren't known for being open minded about sissy cuckolds."

I shook my head. "That's a little prejudicial."

Mandy shrugged. "Maybe, but you obviously had the same thought or you wouldn't have been so worried about his opinion."

I laughed. "Touche'"

"All right, so what did Kirby have to say when he learned that you're a sissy wimp." Kelly was grinning at me.

"Hey, you don't have to be quite so blunt."

Kelly giggled. "I prefer to think of it as being forthright."

I stuck my tongue out at her.

She winked at me. "Be careful cuckboy, you're eventually going to have to leave the kitchen. Can you spell whip?"

"Hey you just told Mandy that what's said in the kitchen stays in the kitchen."

Kelly shook her head in mock disgust. "Oh all right, you're safe." She leered at me. "But you'd better not make any mistakes tonight. Tonya really is bringing a whip."

I stared at Kelly in shock. "You're joking aren't you?"

My wife smiled. "No and the thought of whipping you while my boyfriend watches is already making me wet."

A shiver of excitement rippled through my entire body. 

Kelly noticed my reaction and smirked. "The idea is pretty hot, isn't it slaveboy."

I slowly nodded my head in agreement.

Kelly burst out laughing. Mandy and I quickly joined her.

I took the croutons out of the oven, put them into a bowl and set them next to the garlic bread. Once that was done I took three heads of romaine lettuce out of the refrigerator, washed them and then started tearing them up for the salad.

While I was doing that Kelly said, "So Timmy what did Kirby say when you told him that I was a hot wife and you were my little cuckold pussy?"

"Hey we're still in the kitchen."

Kelly shrugged. "Just the truth dear, nothing but the truth."

Mandy poked me in my ribs. "Quit whining, you know your little dickie throbs every time she says something like that. Kelly knows it too, that's why she does it." She reached down and grabbed my crotch. "Ah ha! I was right. You do have a little stiffy."

My wife grinned. "I know my sweet babydoll."

"Do the two of you want to hear the rest of the story about Kirby and Elvira or do you want to just keep humiliating me until your company arrives?"

Kelly looked at Mandy. "I don't know, what do you think?"

Mandy shrugged. "Humiliating him is good."

Both of them gave me deadpan stares for a moment and then they started giggling. 

Mandy smiled at both of us. "I don't know what's going to happen at the party tonight, but I have to tell you that it's been a long time since I've had this much fun. Living with the two of you is going to be wonderful."

Kelly nodded. "It's Timmy. He's always known how to make me laugh. That's one of the eleven million reasons I'm in love with him."

"Hey I thought there were fifteen million reasons."

Kelly stuck her tongue out at me. "Keep it up little boy. Do the letters W, H, I, P mean anything to you?" 

Mandy poked me in the ribs again. "Don't pay any attention to her Timmy. It doesn't matter what you say or how you act, you're still going to get whipped tonight"

Kelly nodded. "Yup, that probably is true."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks Mandy, those were very comforting words."

Kelly grinned at me. "Relax Timmy, we're just playing with you. Now tell us what Kirby said."

I shook my head. "Actually it wasn't what Kirby said, it was what Elvira said."

"I thought you just told us that she said your fantasies were no big deal to her because they were just like her husband Max's?"

"Yes, that's right. She did say that, but then she started talking about Kirby's fantasies."

Kelly nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. What did she tell you about Kirby?"

"First of all she called him a pervert and told me that he has a huge collection of big titty magazines."

Mandy started laughing.

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Come on Timmy, get serious. Elvira had to be pulling both of your chains. That doesn't make him a pervert. Most adolescent boys have collections like that."

"I know and I pointed that out to Elvira. I told her that considering that Kirby now knew that I was a cuckold wimp and she was a man hungry slut, having a stack of titty magazines was pretty tame."

Mandy shook her head. "Did you really call Elvira a man hungry slut?"

"I did and she took it as a compliment."

"Kelly, we have to meet this woman."

My wife nodded. "Yes we do." She turned back to me. "All right, what did Elvira say to all of that?"

"She just smiled at me, but then Kirby jumped in and begged her not to tell me his secret. He argued that he'd only told her because he believed that he could trust her to never tell anyone else."

Mandy winked at Kelly. "Kirby does have a dirty little secret."

Kelly smiled at her and then she looked at me. "Please continue."

"Elvira countered by saying that since he now knew my secret it would only fair if I knew his."

"Did he really buy that?" Mandy had a shocked expression on her face.

"Mandy, of course he bought it. Men are almost completely guileless. That's one of the reasons they're the weaker sex."

I started chuckling.

Kelly gave me an exaggerated icy stare, "What are you laughing about slaveboy?"

Vigorously shaking my head, I said; "Absolutely nothing."

My wife grinned at me. "That's what I thought."

Mandy laughed. "You guys are a stitch."

"Last night Chris told us that we acted like a married couple from a television situation comedy."

She nodded to me. "I can see why he said that"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "All right slave boy, enough silly chit chat. Get back on the topic. Did Kirby buy Elvira's well thought out argument?"

I shrugged. "Yes he did, but reluctantly. He made it clear that he was only agreeing because he knew about my fetish."

Raising her eyebrows, Mandy said; "Fetish? Did he really use that word?" 

"Yes he did."

Kelly giggled. "This just keeps getting better and better. Okay, so what did he tell you?"

"He didn't tell me. He was too embarrassed to do it. He asked Elvira to tell me."

Mandy smiled. "That's pretty cute. I'm really getting to like this Kirby guy."

"All right, so what did Elvira tell you."

"She said that he was a masochist like Max and me, but he wasn't a cuckold."

Kelly shook her head. "He can't be a cuckold, he's not married."

I nodded. "Kirby pointed out that same detail."

Kelly stared at me. "Does that mean he wouldn't mind being cuckolded if he was married?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, we never got to that."

My wife waved her hands. "Okay, okay; we've gotten off the track again. Tell us what Elvira said."

"Are you ready for this?"

Kelly and Mandy simultaneously said, "Yes!"

"He wants to be whipped by a large breasted woman wearing a black latex suit."

Kelly's eyes opened wide in amazement. "No shit?"

Mandy shrugged. "I think it's kind of hot. I'd volunteer to do it for him, but I don't think my tits are big enough."

"Elvira said the same thing. She also felt that maybe she was a little too old."

Mandy frowned. "Too old to wield a whip?"

"No, but maybe too old to be part of Kirby's fantasy."

Mandy nodded. "I suppose that being whipped by a seventy-two year old woman would diminish the thrill just a little bit." 

I glanced at Kelly. She was staring at me. After a moment she said, "Timmy I'm young and I do have big tits. Is that why you wanted to tell us this story? Do you want me to fulfill Kirby's fantasy?"

I smiled sheepishly at Kelly.

"You do don't you?"

I quickly said, "He's an awfully nice man and he's kind of lonely. I think Elvira and I are his only friends."

She grinned at me. "You really like him, don't you."

"Yes, he's maybe the kindest person I've ever met."

"Is he clean? That's really important."

"Oh yes, I'm sure he showers every day and he shaves and..."

Kelly held up her hand. "That's enough, if you say he's clean that's good enough for me."

She thought for a moment. Finally she said, "We don't do enough for the really kind people in this world. Do you think he'd enjoy being whipped by three women with big tits wearing latex suits while a slender slave girl sucks his cock?"

Mandy giggled. "Kelly that's a great idea. You can count me in and I'm sure Keisha and Tonya would also be willing to do it. They both love kinky scenes."

Kelly laughed. "When we tell Keisha she's going to want Timmy to get Kirby over here tonight; but we're not going to do that. Tonight is special and it's just for our little group." She looked at me. "I'll talk to Tonya and Keisha while we're getting dressed for the party. Tonya is the lead hostess and she has our upcoming schedule. When we're actually going to be able to do this will depend on how soon we have a free evening."

"There may be a bigger problem."

Kelly looked at me. "What's that Timmy?"

"Kirby is awfully shy. Getting him to participate might not be that easy."

My wife thought about that. After a moment she smiled and said, "We need to get Elvira's telephone number. This may have to be a surprise party."

After I finished tearing up the lettuce I wrapped it in a linen towel and placed it in the refrigerator. Once that was done I turned to Kelly and Mandy. "Everything for tonight's dinner is now ready."

We all glanced at the clock on the wall. It was twenty minutes to five. 

Mandy grabbed my hand. "Come on Timmy, it's time for us to go into the bedroom and get naked." She giggled. "When we shower I get to wash your little dickie and you get to wash my coochy." She leaned over and whispered into my ear. "This afternoon you're also going to get to shave it."

Kelly stood up. "And after he's done shaving your coochy he's going to shave Keisha's, Tonya's and mine. Then we're all going to take turns shaving off the hair around his little dickie and on his balls."

Mandy giggled and started dragging me out of the kitchen. As she was pulling me through the door she called to Kelly. "Come on Kel, you can get naked with us. You know the rules, superiors are always allowed to shower with their slaves."

Kelly was laughing as she followed us out the door. "I don't know who made that rule, but at this moment I'm very happy to hear that it exists."



Courtesan Ch. 22



This is the twenty-second episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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As soon as we were inside the bedroom Mandy, Kelly and I started tearing off our clothes. 

Noticing that Kelly was giggling as she stepped out of her panties. I asked her, "What's so funny?"

She grinned at me. "I get to stay naked until just before the boys get here. That's almost two hours from now."

Mandy shook her head. "Timmy your wife has a lot in common with a toddler. She loves running around without any clothes on."

I nodded. "Yes, I know. When we were in college she used to like to study naked."

"You must have loved that."

"Sometimes, but not always. When you're trying to read James Joyce's "Ulysses", a beautiful naked girl lying on the bed next to you can be a bit distracting."

Mandy smiled, but it was a melancholy smile. After a moment she said, "The literature classes you took in college must have been fun."

Kelly answered, "They were. Timmy and I took several of them together. That made them even more fun."

"I was all set to go to college. I had a scholarship and everything." Mandy sighed. "And then my life fell apart."

Kelly gently rubbed Mandy's bare shoulder. "Why don't you go now?"

Shaking her head, Mandy answered; "I don't have time. You know what our schedule is like."

"Mandy honey, Martin loves you. There isn't any doubt in my mind that he'd gladly adjust your schedule so that you could take one or two classes at Maple Hills Community College."

Mandy's eyes lit up. "Kelly do you really think he'd do that?"

"The second he finds out that you want to go to college he's going to try to make you stop working so that he can send you to Kelroy as a full time student and pay all of your expenses."

Waving her hands above her head, Mandy cried; "No! No! No! At this point in my life I don't need that." She paused for a moment and then she looked at both of us and quietly said, "But one or two classes at Maple Hills would be wonderful."

"Lets go see Martin on Monday morning. Traci Dylan, the waitress at the Goldenrod, is always looking for a little extra work as a hostess. She could pick up a few of your dates. We can also talk to Tonya about it while were looking for a Realtor in the morning."

Mandy grinned. "Kelly, this is really exciting. Do you actually think it could happen?"

"Yes honey, I do." She grabbed Mandy's hand. "But now it's time for the three of us to get into the shower." As Kelly pulled Mandy into the bathroom she called over her shoulder. "Come on Timmy, you're about to get your little dicky washed by two girls."

As soon as we stepped into the shower Mandy picked up the soap, but as she started to wash me Kelly Intervened. "No nymph, I want dicklet to wash you first."

Mandy obediently nodded and handed the soap to me.

I was nervous.

Kelly kissed my neck. "Relax babydoll, nobody's going to hurt you or make fun of you. I just want you to explore nymph's body. She wants that too. Take the soap and wash her face. Be careful, don't get any in her eyes or her mouth."

I carefully began washing Mandy's face. While I was doing it she giggled and said, "Timmy, that tickles."

I stopped. 

She shook her head. "No please don't stop. It feels nice. Sometimes tickling is good."

I washed her face some more. Mandy kept giggling. It made me smile. 

As soon as I was finished, Kelly whispered. "That was good dicklet. She's nice isn't she?"

I nodded. "Yes she is."

"You like her, don't you."

"Yes I do."

"She likes you too. Tonight while Chris is making love to me, nymph is going to want you to make love to her. I want you to do that. Will you do that for me dicklet?"

I looked at Mandy. She mouthed the word, "Please."

I turned to Kelly, who was now clearly in command of both of us and said; "Yes Ms. Mason, if you want me to, I will."

"Promise me."

"I promise Ms, Mason."

Kelly leaned over and bit my neck. It hurt, but it was an exciting pain. After she bit me she whispered into my ear, "It's time to wash nymph's neck and shoulders. While you're doing that I want you to look at her breasts. They're small, but they're firm and she has wonderful nipples."

Our tub was large, but with the curtain closed it was still a confined space and crowed for three people. Our naked bodies were pressed against each other. The shower was pelting us with a soothing spray of hot steaming water. As I rubbed the bar of soap against Mandy's shoulders and gently massaged her soft skin with the cleansing lather, I felt like I was in a scene in an intensely erotic fantasy.

Kelly's leaned into me, her large breasts rubbing against my side, and whispered; "Dicklet, look at nymph's nipples. They're soft and puffy, not hard and round like mine." She grasped one of Mandy's nipples with her finger tips and said, "Touching them always excites me."

I heard Mandy's breath catch. Kelly's touch was also exciting her. 

As she began rolling Mandy's nipple between her fingertips, Kelly said; "You can see that they're very sensitive. Look at how it arouses nymph when I play with her."

While Kelly fondled Mandy I worked up more lather with the bar of soap and washed her underarms. Her eyes were closed, she was biting her lower lip and her breathing was turning into a series of short quick gasps. It was obvious that Kelly's touch was arousing her.

"Now it's your turn dicklet. I want you to wash nymph's breasts."

My own excitement was also growing. My penis was sticking straight up. All of my nerves were alive. Breathlessly, I worked up more lather and spread it over Mandy's breasts with my fingers. 

Mandy smiled at me. "Timmy that feels nice."

I smiled back at her. 

Stepping behind me, Kelly reached her arms around my waist and held me close to her while I eagerly washed Mandy's tiny breasts.

As soon as I was finished, Kelly placed my fingertips on Mandy's nipples. At first I just touched them. I was nervous, but then Mandy smiled. Her smile relaxed me and I started playing with her nipples. While I played with them Kelly pulled and twisted my nipples and Mandy reached down and grasped my erect penis. It was unbelievably erotic. 

We played for a moment and then Kelly whispered, "That's enough dicklet. It's time to move on.

I nodded and quickly went back to work. As my hands left Mandy's breasts and moved to her tummy, she sighed with disappointment and let go of my cock. I was actually relieved when that happened. The situation was so exciting that I was afraid that if she kept holding me, I might cum.

After I finished washing Mandy's tummy Kelly turned her around. As I was working on Mandy's back my hands slipped below her waist to the soft round cheeks of her beautiful rear.

Quickly grasping my wrist, Kelly said; "Not yet dicklet, I want you to do her legs and feet before you wash her ass and pussy."

Obediently, I kneeled on the floor of the shower. Mandy held up first one foot and then the second so that I could wash them. As I worked I noticed her meticulously manicured and painted toenails. I glanced at my wife's toes. They received equally conscientious care. I smiled to myself, both my wife and my new friend were courtesans. Keeping their bodies enticingly embellished was a necessity of their profession.

Once I was finished washing Mandy's feet I worked my way up her legs. When I got to her thighs Kelly said, "Nymph turn around. I want dicklet to wash your bottom before he does your pussy."

Mandy responded immediately to my wife's direction. Still kneeling on the bottom of the tub I suddenly found myself staring at Mandy's petite rear end. I was excited. I rubbed the bar of soap on her soft skin and worked up some more lather. 

Mandy responded by spreading her legs and leaning against the back wall of the tub enclosure. Her position opened the crevice between her cheeks. I thoroughly washed the rest of her bottom, but carefully avoided that secret spot. Even though both my tongue and fingers had visited there earlier that day, I felt nervous about reentering Mandy's most private place. 

Kelly noticed my hesitation and whispered into my ear. "It's okay Timmy, she wants you to wash her there. As our slave it will be one of your duties to wash all of us there." 

I took a deep breath and gently rubbed the bar of soap between Mandy's cheeks, then I lovingly washed her with my fingertips.

When Mandy felt me touch her tiny hole she quietly said, "Yes Timmy wash me there too."

She gasped as I pushed my soapy finger inside her.

Behind me Kelly patted my head. "Dicklet, you're being a very good boy. In a little while you're going to wash Keisha and Tonya exactly the same way. Now it's time to stop washing nymph so that she can turn around."

I took my hands away from Mandy's rear and waited while she stood up straight and turned to face me. She was smiling. 

"Wash her pussy dicklet, get her nice and clean."

I eagerly obeyed. As soon as I was finished Kelly said, "Now kiss her, show her how much you want to please her."

I did want to please Mandy. I wanted to please her almost as much as I wanted to please Kelly. With the warm shower raining down on us and my wife standing immediately behind me; I wrapped my arms around Mandy's hips, pressed my lips to her cunt and gave her a long gentle kiss.

Mandy sighed as I softly massaged the cleft of her pussy with my tongue.

"He is good, isn't he." Kelly's voice was quiet and her words were more a statement of fact than a question.

"Yes, he is. He understands that slow and delicate can be every bit as exciting as bold and brisk. Most guys have trouble figuring that out."

I felt Kelly's hand grasp my arm. As she pulled me to my feet she said, "That's enough Timmy. You and Mandy will have plenty of time to enjoy each other later tonight. Now it's time for you to bathe me."

Mandy now took the lead and directed me while I washed Kelly. I'd been bathing Kelly since we were in college, so this was not a new experience for me. Nevertheless, my wife has a voluptuous body, so it's always exciting.

As soon as I was done washing Kelly, the two women teamed up and bathed me. This was a new and exciting experience. Having one set of hands bathing you is fun, two is unforgettable.

After they were finished, I stepped out of the tub. When I started to pick up a towel Kelly stopped me. "Dicklet, we're not done in here."

I turned and looked at my wife with a puzzled expression. 

She smiled. "Babydoll, all three of us still to shave and I'm not talking about our faces."

My body shivered with excitement. 

Mandy turned off the shower. As she was pulling the shower curtain back she said, "Timmy grab a towel for each of us so we can wrap it around our shoulders. We don't want to get cold."

Kelly nodded. "And we'll need three new disposable razors and a can of shave cream."

Less than a minute later I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub between Kelly and Mandy, carefully following their lead as I shaved my legs for the very first time.

As soon as we were done Kelly looked at me with a devilish expression and said, "Now it's time for us to shave our pussies."

Mandy giggled. "All three of us?"

Kelly grinned. "Yes all three of us."

I held up my hand in protest. "Hey!"

Kelly raised her eyebrows. "Dicklet do you have something to say?"

"Yes, I don't have a pussy."

My wife smirked. "Well you really don't have much of a cock either, so I'm not sure what we should call it? Do you have another suggestion?"

Feeling suddenly humiliated I stared at the floor and whispered, "No Ms. Mason."

Mandy reached over and wrapped her fingers around my tiny erection. "She's just teasing you Timmy. You know that both of us love your tiny cock."

Kelly put her arm around me. "Timmy you do know that's true. You also know how much I love you and care about you."

I quietly said, "Yes I do."

My wife kissed the side of my head. "You want us to tease and torment you tonight, don't you?"

I took a deep breath and whispered, "Yes, you know I do."

"And that's exactly what we're going to do." Laughing, Kelly bit my shoulder. 

I yelped.

She and Mandy both started giggling.

Kelly passed me the can of shaving cream. "Start lathering up your crotch sissyboy, it's time for you to shave your pussy."

As soon as all three of us were finished shaving Kelly, Mandy and I stood up again. Mandy turned the shower back on and I closed the shower curtain. While we were rinsing the shaving soap off of us, both Kelly and Mandy searched my body and shaved off any additional hair that they found. There wasn't much. I actually didn't have much body hair. They were thorough. By the time they were done, the only hair that I still had was on the top of my head.

Kelly slapped me on the butt. "Okay dicklet, now you can grab a towel and dry yourself. After you're finished, grab another one and dry Mandy. Once you're done with her, both of you can do me."

We worked quickly. None of us wanted to get cold. In less than a minute all three of us were dry and wrapped in large fluffy bath towels.

"Mandy turn off the shower. Dicklet fetch my terry cloth robe." 

My wife walked into the bedroom and dropped her towel. Kelly is an incredibly beautiful woman and seeing her standing there in all her naked glory took my breath away. For a moment I just stood still and gawked. 

When Kelly noticed my reaction a hint of a smile briefly flashed across her face, but then her expression quickly changed and she said in a tone of voice dripping with aristocratic arrogance; "Dicklet tonight this body is for Mr. Kendricks, not for you. Now fetch my robe before I freeze to death."

I bowed politely and quickly retrieved Kelly's robe. As I placed it over her shoulders she said, "Nymph I would like you to do dicklet's nails. You'll find everything you need in the cabinet next to my makeup table. Just make them look nice. Next week we'll bring him with us so that he can have them done professionally. I think that a bright red would be nice for his toes, but do his fingernails in a very pale pink. He has to work tomorrow morning. We don't want to humiliate him too badly."

I looked at Kelly in protest.

She just smiled and said, "I'm sorry dicklet, but this evening is very important to me. I really do want you looking your best."

"But..."

"I think that doing your fingernails in pink rather than red is a major concession to your manly pride. Now I don't want to hear another word about this."

I knew my wife well enough to see that she wasn't going to budge on this so, resigned to my fate, I slowly nodded my head and said; "Yes Ms. Mason."

Kelly smiled. "Very good dicklet. I'm glad you understand."

"Ms. Mason, it would be easier for me if dicklet could sit at your makeup table. Would that be all right?"

"Yes nymph, that would be fine."

"Timmy come over here and sit down."

Mandy spent the next fifteen minutes giving me a very quick manicure and pedicure. While she was doing it I remembered her telling me earlier that slaves were always barefoot when they served their superiors.

I quietly asked, "We're going to be barefoot tonight, aren't we?"

Mandy nodded. "Yes, that's why your mistress is having me do this."

I sighed.

She smiled at me. "This is only the beginning of the humiliations that you're going to have to endure this evening."

I started to get scared.

Mandy patted my leg. "Don't worry Timmy. Everyone who is going to be here tonight loves you and understands the game we're playing. That includes Chris and Antoine. We don't know Gary; but most likely after tonight we'll never see him again, so who cares what he thinks."

She grinned at me. "Babydoll", Suddenly she started giggling. "I just love calling you that."

I smiled at her.

"Timmy, you're a submissive masochist just like me. This is your fantasy coming true tonight. It is going to be humiliating for you. Would you want it any other way?"

I thought for a moment and then I shook my head and said, "No."

"So just relax and go with the flow. Kelly, Tonya, Keisha, Antoine, Chris and I are all going to make sure that you have the time of your life." She winked at me. "And after the party is over Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and I are planning to do everything we possibly can to make you feel like you're the most loved man on this planet.

Kelly left the bedroom while Mandy was painting my nails. When she returned Mandy was just finishing. 

Kelly was carrying two packages. After setting the packages on the bed, she asked; "So are we done?"

Mandy nodded. "Just finished."

"Good, dicklet stand up. Let's have a look at you."

I stood. 

"Turn around, do it slowly."

Feeling very self conscious, I slowly turned in circle.

After a quick inspection Kelly said, "Very nice, I really should have made you shave off all that ugly pubic hair a long time ago. Now you look just like a little boy." She grinned. "And the red toenails are perfect. Nymph, you did an excellent job." 

Kelly walked over to one of her dressers, opened the top drawer and took out a small bag. "I bought this yesterday and intended to give it to you before Chris came over last night." She grinned at me. "We were having so much fun while we were getting ready that I lost track of the time. We ended up having to get dressed in such a hurry that I completely forgot about it."

Opening the bag, she took out a black rolled leather dog collar. There was a heart shaped metal tag hanging from it. She handed the collar to me and said; "This is for you, read the tag."

I looked at it. The following inscription was engraved on one side: My name is dicklet. I belong to Kelly Mason. A shiver of excitement rippled through my body.

"Read it out loud."

I did.

"Do you like it?"

I smiled at my wife. "Yes, I like it very much."

"Good, when I have more time I'll get you a fancier collar. One with jewels like the collar nymph wears. I'll also get you a nice gold tag from a jewelry store." She giggled. "You can go with me when I buy it. That should cause a little commotion in the store."

I chuckled. "Yes, I suspect it will."

"Put it on."

Mandy said, "Ms. Mason, I think you should do that."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said; "Yes, I suppose I should."

I handed the collar back to my wife. Every nerve in my body was tingling as she placed it around my neck. After she fastened the buckle she placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. "I think that deserves a little demonstration of your devotion to me."

I smiled up at Kelly, then I bent over and lovingly kissed her feet.

My wife opened her robe. "Very good dicklet, now I want you to kiss my pussy." 

I straightened up. Kelly's freshly shaved sex was directly in front of my face. I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward. She sighed when she felt my lips touch her. 

Breathlessly she whispered, "Lick me dicklet. Give me pleasure, but understand that you will get nothing in return. You're my slave. Your only pleasure is to give me pleasure."

Kelly's words excited all three of us. I pushed my tongue into her moist cunt and started eagerly licking her. She closed her eyes. Her breathing became more rapid. I found her engorged clit and sucked it into my mouth. 

Suddenly I felt her hands grasp my head and push me away. "No dicklet not now. This evening I belong to Chris. I want my next orgasm to be with him."




Courtesan Ch. 22



Excited by those words, I breathlessly looked up at my wife. 

She whispered. "You're not only my slave, you're also my cuckold." We smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly pulled me up to my feet. "We'd better get busy, Tonya and Keisha will be here soon."

Mandy opened her overnight bag and took out her collar. This was the first time I'd ever actually seen it. It really was quite impressive. It was at least an inch wide with a row of large stones that did appear to be diamonds. A heart shaped gold tag hung from a gold D ring. She handed the collar to Kelly. "Ms. Mason, would you please do mine."

My wife nodded. "Of course nymph, I would be happy to do it. May I read the tag to dicklet?"

"Certainly."

She held it up and read, "My name is nymph. I belong to Martin Jackson."

Mandy smiled. "I have another tag at home that says I belong to Caldwell Brunner. When I stopped living with him and went to work for Martin, Caldwell had this new tag attached to my collar. I guess it means that he gave me to Martin." She grinned. "Thinking about being given away to someone else like a piece of property gets me very wet."

I took a deep breath. For a submissive the idea of being casually given to another person was very exciting.

Kelly noticed my reaction and whispered. "Dicklet someday would you like me to give you to Tonya or Keisha?"

I shook my head. "The idea is exciting, but I'd never want it to really happen. I love you. I'd never want to belong to someone else."

Kelly smiled. "I love you too and I'd never dream of giving you to anyone else."

Mandy nodded. "I didn't love Caldwell. I think I'd feel much different if Martin gave me to another man."

Suddenly Kelly started to grin.

I looked at her. "What?"

"I think it might be fun to loan you out once in a while."

I stared at my wife with an astonished expression. You mean like to another woman?"

"Would you prefer that I loaned you to a man?"

I vigorously shook my head. "No! Of course not."

"That's what I thought. No I think an occasional night with Tonya or Keisha would be good for you." She paused. "That would also give me an opportunity for some quality alone time with Chris."

"Would you ever consider loaning him to me?"

Kelly thought for a moment, finally she said, "You are a slave, but you're also one of my best friends. Yes, I think that would be all right."

Mandy smiled.

Kelly held up Mandy's collar. "Let's get this on you."

Mandy stood still. Kelly placed the collar around her neck and buckled it. As soon as she was done she whispered into her ear. "You know what I expect you to do now."

Mandy turned around and quietly answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, I do."

She got down on her knees and kissed my wife's feet. When she was done Kelly opened her robe again and said, "Now my pussy."

Mandy nodded and obediently kissed Kelly's cunt. When she felt Mandy push her tongue into her cleft Kelly closed her eyes and breathlessly whispered, "I love being a dominant."

Mandy started giggling.

Kelly opened her eyes and looked down at her. "Nymph, what's so funny?"

Mandy grinned. "I was just thinking about how much I love being a submissive."

All three of us burst out laughing. 

In the midst of our laughter, the doorbell rang. We all stopped and grinned at each other.

"That must be Tonya and Keisha." Kelly looked at me. "Dicklet, answer the door."

I was excited. My evening as a slave was about to begin in earnest. I bowed obediently and said, "Right away Ms. Mason."

I hurried to my closet. As I was taking out my robe Kelly asked, "Dicklet what are you doing?"

"Getting my robe Ms. Mason, so I can answer the door."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember telling you to get your robe."

I started to get nervous. "You didn't Ms. Mason, I just assumed that..."

"Well you assumed wrong! Now answer the door before I lose my temper and decide to punish you."

"But Ms. Mason, I'm not wearing any clothes."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Yes dicklet, I can see that. I'm quite certain that my friends will enjoy being welcomed to my house by a naked slave."

Suddenly I understood what Kelly wanted. Aroused by her demand, I took a deep breath and bowed obediently. "I'm sorry Ms. Mason, I didn't mean to question your judgment."

"It's all right dicklet. I'll forgive you this time. Now do as you're told and answer the door. You're keeping my friends waiting."

The bell rang again. I hurried to the front door. Once I got there I took a second to catch my breath and then I opened it.

Keisha and Tonya were standing on our front steps. They both stared at me for a moment. They were obviously surprised by my state of undress. I began to feel self conscious. There was a moment of silence. I realized that the situation was becoming awkward. I had to do something. 

Quickly pulling myself together, I said; "Ms. Lewis and Ms. Edwards, good afternoon. Welcome to Ms. Mason's home. Please come inside."

My subservient demeanor made both of them smile.

As she walked through the doorway, Keisha started laughing. "I just love being greeted by a naked slave."

Tonya followed her. As she passed by me she glanced at my painted toenails. "Keish honey, check out his feet."

Keisha stopped and studied me. After a moment she said, "They're painted. That has to be Mandy's work. Oh and look at him. They shaved off all his hair. He looks just like a little boy."

I took a deep breath. Their comments were embarrassing, but also very very exciting. I glanced down. I was ashamed to see that I had an erection.

Tonya noticed it too. She smiled at me. "It's okay Timmy. We know your a masochist. We love kink." She laughed. "Keisha's even kinkier than you are."

"Damn right I am, but when it comes to deviant behavior I'm a school girl compared to you."

Tonya shrugged. "Once in awhile I can be a little nasty."

Keisha rolled her eyes. "A little nasty? Once in awhile? Shit, that's like saying Godzilla has an occasional fit of bad temper."

Tonya stuck her tongue out at Keisha. Keisha held up her middle finger and waved it at Tonya. They were both giggling.

After a moment Tonya turned to me. She reached down and grasped my erect penis with her fingers. At the same time she gently kissed my neck. "The truth is, both Keish and I are total degenerates and we love playing with quirky little boys like you."

Keisha reached between my legs and gripped my balls from behind. As she gently squeezed them she whispered. "Tonnie's right. We're both a couple of perverts and we can't wait to get our wicked hands on you."

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I was too excited to speak.

Tonya started laughing and let go of my penis. "Keish, we'd better cool it. We don't want to make him cum right now."

Keisha let go of my balls. "You're right Tonnie." She leaned over and bit my neck. "But later tonight we're going to teach you a whole new definition for the word, fun."

I smiled at both of them. I tried to think of something appropriate to say. I wanted to tell them how much I already liked them. I took a second and then I stared at the floor and quietly said, "I'm glad that Kelly went to work at JTandR. It gave me the opportunity to meet you." I paused for a moment and then I added, "I'm not very good at saying things like this, but I think that the two of you and Mandy are three of the nicest people I've ever met in my entire life."

Keisha laughed. "For someone who isn't very good at saying things like that, you just did a pretty good job."

Tonya nodded in agreement. "Yes you did."

Keisha put her arms around me. As she hugged me she said, "Timmy all three of us are already in love with you."

Tonya wrapped her arms around me too. For a few seconds both women hugged me at the same time and then they released me and stepped back. 

After we each took a deep breath, Tonya said; "I guess we'd better go find Kelly and Mandy."

Suddenly I had an idea. I started to grin.

Keisha looked at me. "What's so funny?"

I flashed her a cocky little smile. "Listen to this."

They both stared at me

I made my facial expression as serious a possible and in a very formal voice said, "Ms. Edwards and Ms. Lewis, my name is dicklet. I'll be serving you this evening. My mistress is in her chambers. She would like you to join her there. Would you please follow me. May I take your bags?"

Keisha clapped her hands together. "Oh yes! That is perfect."

Tonya nodded in agreement. We were all laughing.

Tonya and Keisha both handed their overnight bags to me and then Tonya slapped my bare butt and said, "Come on dicklet, let's go find your mistress."

As we walked across the living room I noticed the handle of a riding crop sticking out of Tonya's bag. My body started to shiver with a combination of excitement and fear. 

When we walked into our bedroom Kelly was lying face down on the bed. She was naked. Mandy was kneeling next to her giving her a massage. This didn't surprise me, my wife loved massages. I'd been giving them to her since we were in college.

Behind me Keisha said, "Oh yes, Kelly is getting one of Mandy's famous back rubs. I want one too." 

Tonya nodded. "So do I."

Kelly smiled at Tonya and Keisha. "Girls, take your clothes off and give them to dicklet. He'll hang them in my closet. Dicklet, as soon as they're ready take Keish and Tonnie into the bathroom and give each of them a bath. Once you're done bring them back in here." 

She looked at the clock on her night table. It was ten minutes to six. "Our dates aren't going to be here for another forty minutes. That should leave us plenty of time for a glass of chilled white wine and a massage for Tonnie and Keisha before we have to put on our makeup and get dressed."

Keisha grinned. "I love this plan."

Tonya shook her head. "Keish, you love any plan that starts with people getting naked."

Keisha looked at Tonya. "And when did you become Miss Prudence Proper?"

Tonya laughed. "Good point! Come on, let's get undressed. I love the idea of taking a shower with you and Timmy."

They both undressed quickly. Everyone was excited. 

After hanging their clothes in Kelly's closet I escorted Tonya and Keisha into the bathroom. Bathing them was an adventure. While I washed them they encouraged me to freely explore their bodies. Like Kelly, both of them were large breasted women with soft voluptuous figures; but in their own way they were each very different. 

Tonya was much older than the other women. While she was very physically fit and her muscles were well toned, her face and body still showed the subtle ravages of time. Kelly, Keisha, and Mandy had the soft, supple, unblemished skin of younger women. Tonya's skin was drier and marked with age. There were tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth and on her hands. Her large breasts weren't quite as firm as Kelly's or Keisha's. Her still beautiful rear was maybe a little broader than it once was. The cleft of her pussy seemed to be wider. Her lips were thicker and longer than the younger women's and the hood of skin that housed her large clitoris appeared to be a bit puffier and more wrinkled. 

As I washed her I realized that these effects of age had not diminished Tonya's beauty, but rather enhanced it. They gave her character and depth. The years had turned Tonya into a woman of substance. She now truly was a goddess and I was very eager to worship her.

Keisha's body was young and supple like my wife's. They were both large breasted and gorgeous, but the similarity ended there. Kelly was a Nordic blond. Keisha's coffee colored skin and her thick, straightened long black hair made her a dark, exotic beauty. When I first met her, her large brown eyes, endearing smile and engaging personality captured my attention. I considered her to be a charming, lighthearted, free spirit. As soon as I saw her naked my view of her persona grew. Her rich brown skin, large firm breasts, dark nipples, luscious curves, and full round ass made it clear that she was also a sultry temptress who was capable of inflaming any man's most base desires.

I'm certain that you will believe me when I tell you that bathing these two luscious beauties was a labor of unparalleled excitement. It was also a struggle. Both of them wanted to play and I was their toy of choice. While I tried to wash them I was fondled, pinched, tickled and womanhandled with unrelenting fervor. It was a task that was both incredibly difficult and unbelievably fun.

Miraculously we were finally able to finish. Once we were out of the tub the two women were amazingly cooperative. I was able to dry them quickly and had them wrapped in fluffy bath towels and back in the bedroom by 6:05.

When we walked back into the bedroom my wife was sitting at her makeup table. Mandy was behind her brushing out her long blond hair.

Kelly turned and grinned at us. "It sounded pretty chaotic in there. For a moment I thought I was going to have to send in nymph to restore order."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Yeah like I would have been able to do any good. I'd probably be tied to the shower rod right now."

Keisha nudged Tonya. "We have to remember that. It's a good idea."

Tonya nodded. "Our little slave would look very sexy hanging by her toes. Just thinking about it gets me hot."

My wife shook her head. "What's gotten into the two of you? You're both completely incorrigible this afternoon."

Tonya smiled at her. "Do you want to know the truth?" 

"Yes, I do." 

Tonya's expression became more sober. "Keish and I are just very excited. This is the first time the five of us have ever been together like this. You know what I mean, bathing and getting dressed as a group with Timmy. I think were both hoping that it won't be very long before it will be like this all the time. You understand, don't you?"

Kelly grinned at her. "Yes, I do understand." She turned to me. "Timmy honey I think this is an important moment. Do we have any chilled champagne?"

"Yes Ms. Mason we do."

"Timmy come here."

I walked over to Kelly. She put her arm around my waist and said, "Check."

Tonya nodded. "Kel, that's a very good idea."

I smiled. "Kelly, what would you like?"

"A cold bottle of champagne and five glasses. I think all of us would like to drink a toast to friendship."

I grinned at my wife. "I like this plan. I'll go get the champagne."

As I was leaving the bedroom Tonya called after me. "Timmy can I help you?"

I stopped and stared at her for a moment and then I said, "Yes Tonya, I'd like that very much."

When she heard that Keisha cried out, "Hey I wanna go too."

Mandy looked at me. "Me too."

Kelly stood up. "Timmy I guess all of us are going to go along to help."

I laughed. "Nothing would make me happier."

As we left the bedroom Keisha pinched Mandy's butt. That was all it took, all hell broke loose. The entire trip to get the champagne was a free for all of tickling, giggling, pinching, slapping and fair amount of fondling. I loved it. I was with four beautiful naked women.

When we got back to the bedroom Tonya took control and restored order. Because she was the oldest she was regarded as the de facto leader of the group. 

Once we were all quiet she proposed the toast. "To the five of us. May we always have this much fun."

We all murmured our agreement and then we clinked our glasses and drank. The champagne tasted wonderful. How could it not.

I was just finishing my champagne when I happened to glance at the clock. It was 6:25. I turned to my wife. "Kelly, you'd better look at the time."

An expression of alarm crossed her face as she realized the implication of my statement. She looked at the clock "Damn! What were we thinking about, the boys are going to be here in five minutes."

She looked at Tonya. "Quick, we have to get Timmy dressed so he can answer the door."

Kelly's words were a relief to me. I'd been worried that she was going to make me answer the door naked.

Tonya nodded. "Yes, of course. What's he going to wear?"

Kelly turned to Mandy. "Mandy grab those packages on the bed."

As Mandy was getting the three packages I remembered a key detail. I held up my hand. "I have something important to say."

My wife looked at me. "All right babydoll, what is it? Just remember, we're in a hurry."

I smiled. "This will only take a second. Uncheck!"

Kelly started laughing. She turned to Tonya. "That's one of the eleven million reasons that I married him. He never forgets the important details."

"Kelly here are the bags." 

"Thanks nymph, set them on the makeup table." Kelly picked up a small shiny black bag. "We'll need this first." I shuddered as she took out a pair of pink lace panties. To my utter horror I noticed that they were crotchless.

I blurted out, "I can't wear those."

Keisha giggled. "Of course you can dicklet. They'll look very cute on you. Pink really is your best color."

I looked at her. She was grinning from ear to ear.

Kelly shook her head. "Dicklet, I don't have time to argue with you. Put your panties on!"

I reluctantly took them from Tonya. I was moving very slowly.

My wife turned to Mandy. "Nymph fetch Tonya's whip. We need to get our little slaveboy moving."

I looked at Kelly in horror.

She shrugged. "One way or the other dicklet, you are going to wear them."

I knew when I was beaten. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. As soon as I had them on Keisha walked over and gently pulled my penis and balls through the opening in the crotch.

Once she was done she kissed my cheek and said, "That's better, they really do look very cute on you."

Kelly opened another bag. To my great relief she pulled out a pair of shorts. They were pink, but they were shorts. She handed them to me. "I'm certain these will make you feel better dicklet."

I took them from Kelly and held them up. "These are girls shorts."

My wife nodded. "Yes they are. They don't make men's shorts in pink."

I looked at Kelly. "I can't wear these."

She shrugged. "Okay, you don't have to. The panties will be just fine."

I sighed. She had me trapped and she knew it. I stepped into the shorts and pulled them up. 

There was a drawstring on the front. Keisha tied it into a large bow for me. "Kelly, these are just perfect. Where did you find them?"

"Stella's, it's a shop in the mall that specializes in casual clothes for teenage girls." She opened the third bag and took out a pale yellow tee shirt and handed it to me. "Dicklet, this will complete your outfit for tonight."

I took it from her. I was now resigned to being totally humiliated. As I arranged the shirt so that I could put it on I noticed that it was decorated. I held it up. The words "Little Darling" were written across the front in silver sequins.

I once again looked at my wife in horror. She stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Timmy honey, you're a masochist. You are going to be humiliated tonight. Relax and enjoy yourself. Now please put on the shirt. It's 6:30.

Kelly was of course correct. This was exactly what I'd wanted her to do, but sometimes fantasies look better in your imagination than they do in real life. 

As I pulled on the shirt Mandy came over and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry Timmy, this is going to be the most exciting evening of your entire life. We all love you and we won't let anything bad happen to you."

Kelly smiled. "She's right Timmy."

And then the doorbell rang.



Courtesan Ch. 23



This is the twenty-third episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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"I'd better go."

As I started to leave Keisha said. "Just a minute Timmy."

I stopped. She walked over to me, pulled my dog collar out of my tee shirt and straightened it. Then she kissed me and said, "Have fun tonight Babydoll." 

Giggling, she turned to Kelly and said; "It really is fun to call him that."

Kelly grinned. "Yes it is."

The doorbell rang again. 

Tonya said, "Timmy honey, you'd better get moving."

I bowed politely. "I'll greet your dates and get them seated in the living room with drinks."

Nodding, Tonya said; "We'll be out as soon as were dressed and made up."

"Timmy I'll be out as quickly as I can to help you." Mandy was smiling at me.

I smiled back at her and then I left the bedroom and hurried across the living room. Once I was in the foyer I stopped and took a deep breath to settle my nerves and then I opened the front door.

Chris, Antoine and another man who I assumed was Gary Simon were all standing on the front steps.

On the way through the living room I'd decided that if I was going to be a slave, I should try to be the best slave possible. I smiled at the three men and said, "Gentlemen, good evening. Welcome to Kelly Mason's home. Won't you please come in."

I held the door for them. As they stepped into the foyer Gary looked at me. He chuckled and said, "Shit Toine, his fucking toenails are painted red and he's wearing pink shorts. He has to be a mother fucking fag."

"Shut up Gary. I told you that this was going to be a very kinky party. These people are totally uninhibited and they like to have fun. Timmy is not gay, he's a slave. He's also my friend. If you're going to insist on giving him a hard time we'll leave right now. If you can pull yourself together and act like a gentleman, I guarantee you an evening that you will never forget."

Antoine turned to me. "Timmy I apologize for my friend's rudeness. I think he was a little shocked by your outfit." Smiling, he added; "It appears that the girls are already having fun with you."

I nodded to Antoine and then I took a deep breath and tried to gather some nerve. This was turning out to be even more humiliating than I'd expected. I was certain that if I could get through the next few minutes it would get easier, but the next few minutes were going to be tough. 

I turned to Gary and as confidently as possible, said; "Good evening sir. I've never met you. My name is Timmy, but tonight everyone will be calling me dicklet."

Gary looked at Antoine and shook his head.

Antoine ignored him and said, "Dicklet this is my friend Gary Simon."

"Mr. Simon, I'm pleased to meet you and again I welcome you to Kelly Mason's home. I'm Ms. Mason's slave. This evening it will be both my duty and my pleasure to see to your every need. Why don't we move into the living room."

Chris nodded and stepped out of the foyer.

Antoine patted his friends shoulder and said,"Let's go." They both followed Chris. 

Once we were all in the living room, I said; "Ms. Mason, Ms. Edwards and Ms. Lewis are getting dressed. Nymph is attending to them. They will be joining you shortly."

Antoine whispered to Gary. "Nymph is another slave. Her real name is Mandy. She's very pretty."

Chris chuckled. "Hell they're all gorgeous."

Nodding his head in agreement, Antoine said; "Yes they certainly are."

"Gentlemen please sit down and make yourselves comfortable. What can I get you to drink. We have a well stocked bar. Mr. Carter and Mr. Simon I was told that both of you like beer and that your favorite brand was Heineken. I have a good supply in the refrigerator."

Gary grinned at me. "Heineken?"

I nodded. "Yes sir."

Antoine nudged him. "I told you this was going to be a great evening."

Gary nodded. "Dicklet..." He paused. "Are you sure it's okay for me to call you that?"

Chris smiled. "Gary, calling him anything else this evening would be a breach of etiquette."

He shrugged. "All right, dicklet I would love a Heineken."

Antoine said, "I'd like one too."

I looked at Chris. "Mr. Kendrick's would you like your usual martini?"

Chris nodded. "Yes dicklet, that would be very nice."

"Gentlemen if you will excuse me, I'll get your beverages."

As soon as I was inside the safe refuge of the kitchen I stopped and took several deep breaths. That had been much more difficult than I'd ever imagined it would be. My outfit was humiliating and Gary's reaction when he saw me made it even worse. 

After several seconds I started to pull myself together. I remembered Mandy telling me that this was going to be the most exciting night of my life, but it was also going to be difficult at times. I thought about my Great Aunt Pearl. She always told me that anything in this world that came easily wasn't worth having in the first place.

That made me smile. Suddenly I understood that I could do this. Deep inside me I began to realize that I desperately wanted to do this. I went to work. While I was making the martini for Chris I poured myself a shot of vodka and tossed it down. I needed a little boost of liquid courage to help fortify my resolve.

After I finished making Chris's martini I put it on a tray and then I took two bottles of Heineken out of the refrigerator. I placed the beers and two glasses next to Chris's cocktail and added three small bowls of dry roasted peanuts and a short stack of napkins. Once everything was ready I took a deep breath, picked up the tray of drinks and returned to the living room.

Chris, Antoine and Gary were discussing the upcoming Packer Viking game. I very much wanted to express an opinion, but I didn't. I was a slave. I understood that my superiors wouldn't welcome my comments.

Instead I quietly set Chris's drink and a bowl of peanuts on the table next to his chair. After that I poured Antoine's beer into a glass and set it and another bowl of peanuts on the table next to the love seat where he was seated. 

Finally I walked over to the couch and set the last bowl of peanuts on the table next to Gary. As I was pouring his beer he smiled at Antoine and said, "Toine, you were right. It would be very easy get used to living like this ."

Antoine grinned at his friend. "Gary you haven't begun to see how wonderful this life can be."

Behind me I heard the bedroom door open and close.

Suddenly Gary said, "Holy shit!"

I turned. Mandy was walking into the living room. She was absolutely gorgeous and her outfit was unbelievably sexy.

I now understood what she'd meant by a cupless brassiere. She was wearing one. It was black satin and resembled a skimpy bikini top except that it was only the outside frame. There wasn't any cloth in the cups. Rather than concealing Mandy's petite breasts, this top did the opposite. It exposed and highlighted them.

Her skirt was short, not more than five or six inches in length and was made from nearly transparent black chiffon. Under her skirt I could make out the outline of a scandalously brief pair of thong panties.

She was of course barefoot. On her right ankle she wore a black leather anklet that matched the jeweled dog collar around her neck. 

Chris, Antoine and Gary's eyes were all glued to her as she walked into the middle of the living room and bowed politely. "Good evening, my name is nymph. Like dicklet, I am also a slave. If you have any needs or desires, please let us know. This evening it is both our duty and our pleasure to serve you."

Gary turned to Antoine. "This is fucking amazing. I mean I've read stories about shit like this, but I always thought that they were just fantasies."

Antoine smiled at his friend and then he turned to Mandy. "Nymph come over here."

Mandy walked over to the love seat where Antoine was seated and said, "Mr. Carter, what can do for you?"

"I just want to look at you for a moment." Antoine raised Mandy's chiffon skirt and exposed her tiny black lace thong. Chris, Gary and I all watched in rapt silence as he pulled it down her thighs. 

"Nymph turn and face Mr. Simon. I want him to see your cute little pussy."

Mandy turned without objection or hesitation.

Gary stared at Mandy's exposed sex.

"Masturbate for him."

Mandy's back was towards me, but I could see here hands move to touch herself.

While she was doing that Antoine rubbed his fingers against her lips. "Suck me while you play with yourself."

Nodding slowly, Mandy said; "Yes sir." And the she parted her lips and Antoine pushed two fingers into her mouth.

The room was charged with sexual tension. All four of us were watching Mandy fondle herself while she sucked on Antoine's large brown fingers.

After a moment Antoine said, "Nymph, go over to Mr. Simon and sit on his lap. Let him explore your body. Don't pull your panties up. I want him to be able to play with your bare pussy."

"Yes Mr. Carter, I understand." Mandy walked over to Gary and sat down on his lap. As she placed one of his hands on her naked cunt she said, "Mr. Carter invites you to enjoy my body."

The bedroom door opened again. 

After a moment I heard Keisha say; "MY, my, my, look at this. It appears that our little slave girl is making our new guest feel very welcome."

Mandy nervously looked at Keisha.

Antoine shook his head. "Ease off Keish, she's following my orders. I told her to sit on Gary's lap and let him play with her."

There was a collective gasp from all of us as Keisha, Tonya and Kelly walked into the living room together. They were absolutely stunning. 

All three of them were wearing very short skirts, shockingly short skirts. Their skirts were so brief that they couldn't actually be worn in public without fear of being arrested. They each wore a garter belt, nylon stockings and spike heeled shoes that matched their outfits. The stays for their garters all extended well below the hems of their skirts.

Keisha was first. She was wearing a cream colored lace mini dress. It was extremely low cut. Her large brown breasts bulged out of a very tight top that was barely held in place by two spaghetti straps. Her outfit was accented by a diamond necklace and bracelet and a pair of large dangling diamond earrings.

Tonya came next. She wore a two piece outfit made of black satin. Her tight miniskirt had open side panels that made her look more naked than dressed. The halter top had a deep v cut that barely held her beautiful breasts in place. Around her neck she wore a gold necklace with a large black opal pendant. Her bracelet was a chain of black opals mounted in gold settings and her earrings were also set with black opals.

Kelly was last. She was wearing a strapless pink stretch knit cocktail dress with a very tight short skirt. With every step she took her large breasts seemed to try to escape from the elastic top that just barely managed to keep them confined. Her necklace was a double string of pearls. Her bracelet and earrings matched the necklace.

Keisha sauntered over to Gary and snapped her fingers. Mandy immediately stood up and surrendered her spot.

As soon as Mandy was gone Keisha smiled at Gary and said, "Hi, I'm Keisha. You must be Gary. I understand that you're my date for the evening."

Gary nodded. I think he may have been too excited to speak.

Keisha grinned at his obvious lack of composure and said, "May I sit down?"

Again Gary only nodded.

Keisha sat down on his lap. Her thighs were parted. She wasn't wearing panties. She kissed Gary's cheek and picked up his hand. As she placed it between her legs, she said; "It's time for you to try a little black pussy."

Keisha gasped as Gary pressed his fingers into her already moist cunt.

While this was going on, Tonya walked over to Antoine and sat down next to him. She placed her hand on the tent in his trousers and grinned. "Tonight I'm going to try to teach this monster how to behave."

Antoine burst out laughing and said, "I'm not certain that you'll be successful, but I'm definitely looking forward to the lessons."

For me, these were just side shows. My attention was focused on Kelly. Completely ignoring my presence she walked directly to Chris and jumped into his lap. Pangs of jealousy tore at me as I watched my wife put her arms around her boyfriend's neck and give him a long passionate kiss. 

After they broke apart she breathlessly said, "Hi Bigdog, I'm glad you could make it tonight."

Smiling at Kelly, Chris said; "Nothing could have kept me away."

My wife nuzzled her boyfriend's ear for a moment and then she sat up and looked at me. "Dicklet, our men need another round of drinks and we haven't had any at all. It's also time for the appetizer."

She turned and lightly kissed Chris on the lips. "Are you hungry Bigdog?"

Chris nodded. "I'm starved."

Kelly looked at me. There was an expression of intensity in her eyes that I didn't wish to challenge. "Dicklet, my man is hungry. I want that appetizer out here immediately!"

Obediently bowing my head, I said; "Yes, Ms. Mason I'll see to it right away." And then I scurried into the kitchen.

This time I didn't take a break when I got into the kitchen. The time for breaks would come later. At that moment my mistress needed me and I didn't want to let her down.

I took the spinach artichoke dip out of the refrigerator. While I was putting it into the microwave oven Mandy walked through the kitchen door and said, "Timmy you forgot to take drink orders for the women."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Mandy. I guess I was so focused on getting the appetizer for Kelly that it just slipped my mind. Let me get this into the microwave and then I'll go back out and find out what they want."

Mandy smiled. "Timmy honey, you're not working alone tonight. I'm here and I've got your back. It's all done. The girls want margaritas. Kelly's been bragging about your margaritas for the last year. They all want to try them." She giggled. "I want one too."

I put the dip into the microwave and set the timer for three minutes. All I wanted to do was warm it up a little bit. When I turned around Mandy was standing next to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. While she was kissing me she reached down and gently squeezed my cock and balls.

When we finally broke apart she grinned at me and breathlessly said, "That scene with Antoine and Gary got me really hot. I love being treated like a slut." Laughing, Mandy shook her head and said; "I guess I must have inherited that trait from my mother."

I smiled at her.

She squeezed my cock again. "Timmy once we've served the appetizer and drinks they'll be busy for a little while. They won't need us. We'll have a few minutes to ourselves in here. Would you lick my pussy for me? I really need to cum. When you're done, I'll suck your cock."

I laughed. "Mandy honey, you just made me an offer I couldn't possibly refuse."

We hugged. Mandy's body was warm and soft. Holding her in my arms was nice. Excited, I was sliding my hand to her naked breast when the timer on the microwave dinged and quickly brought us back to reality.

We stepped apart. 

Awkwardly, I said; "I'd better finish getting the appetizer ready. Could you help me with the drinks? You could make the margaritas."

"Timmy, I don't know how to make a margarita. Besides we all want your margaritas not mine."

"I'll give you my recipe. Then they will be my margaritas and you'll know how to make them. If we're going to be slaves together, we'd better start teaching each other everything we know."

Mandy stared at me for a moment and then she smiled and said, "Timmy that's a lovely thought."

I nodded. "Yes it is, but I also have another thought for you. Tonya brought a horsewhip with her tonight. We'd better get busy. That's an experience I'm not sure I'm ready for yet."

Mandy laughed. "I have experienced it. It's exciting, but..." She took a deep breath.

I grinned at her. "To paraphrase the Chinese proverb, one breath is worth a thousand words."

Mandy giggled. "All right ancient wise one, how do I make a margarita?"

"Get four glasses from the cupboard and rinse the rims with water." 

While Mandy was doing that I took the spinach artichoke dip out of the microwave.

As soon as the glasses were ready she looked at me. "Okay, what's next?"

"You'll find a tub of rock salt in the cupboard with the liquor. Rim each glass with the rock salt."

Mandy started giggling. "Did you say rim your ass with rock salt?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mandy you have the dirty mind of a fourteen year old boy."

She looked at me with a lascivious grin. "Yes I do and I'm just as preoccupied with masturbation, only it's you I want to masturbate. You have the penis of a fourteen year old boy. It's the perfect match for my immature imagination."

I chuckled. "You are incorrigible.'

"Did you say incorrigible or encourageable?"

"That's not a word."

Mandy stuck out her tongue. "My aren't we picky."

I shook my head. "Just fill the glasses with ice."

"Oh all right Mr. Stick In The Mud."

She dipped the glasses in salt and filled each of them with ice cubes while I put the basket of sliced baguette and the spinach artichoke dip on a tray along with six plates, six butter knives and a stack of napkins.

Once that was set I turned to Mandy. "I'm going to take the appetizer out to the living room. You'll find a bottle of sweet and sour and a bottle of lime juice in the refrigerator. Put two ounces of both of them into each glass. Then add one ounce of triple sec and an ounce and a half of gold tequila. Once that's done, put a straw into each glass. Everything you need is in the liquor cupboard.

I picked up the tray. As I carried it out of the kitchen I called to Mandy. "As soon as I get back, I'll help you with the drinks for the men."

When I walked into the living room the scene in front of me caused me to pause for a moment. It shouldn't have shocked me. After all, I did know exactly what to expect; but I was still startled.

Kelly was sitting on Chris's lap. They were kissing. The top of my wife's dress had been pulled down fully exposing her large breasts. Her boyfriend was rolling one of her nipples between his fingertips. His pants were open. His erect penis was sticking straight up in the air. Kelly was slowly stroking it.

I looked at Keisha. She was sitting on Gary's lap. The spaghetti straps of her lace dress had been slipped off of her shoulders. Her dress had also been pulled down. Gary's pants were also open. His cock was just as large as Chris's. Keisha was stroking it while he played with her naked breasts.

Tonya was sitting next to Antoine with her body pressed up against his. She was naked from the waist up. Her halter top was lying on the floor in front of her. I'd seen Antoine's cock earlier that day. Chris and Gary were both big. I would guess at least ten inches, but Antoine was noticeably larger. His huge brown erection had to be at least a foot long.

As I watched the orgy in front of me I thought of Mandy's earlier comment and smiled. I really was in "tittie heaven".

I carried the tray to the coffee table and quietly set it down. My wife's attention was so deeply focused on her boyfriend that I hoped that I'd be able slip back to the kitchen before she noticed that I was there.

I wasn't that lucky. As I stepped back from the coffee table Kelly stopped kissing Chris and turned. She looked at me with a lascivious smile. Her face was flushed, her lipstick was smeared, her long blond hair was slightly mussed. Chris's hand still cupped her naked breast and she still had her fingers wrapped around his erect cock.




Courtesan Ch. 23



"Dicklet, be a dear and make up several slices of baguette for us. Three should be sufficient. One for me and two for my lover."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason, right away."

I worked quickly. Kelly and Chris were both watching me. Kelly continued to slowly stroke Chris's huge penis. He had a dreamy look in his eyes. It was easy to understand why. My wife was a very sensuous woman.

I spread the spinach artichoke dip on three slices of baguette, placed them on a plate and set the plate and two napkins on the end table next to Kelly and Chris's chair.

As soon as I was done I bowed and stepped back. "There are your appetizers Ms. Mason."

Kelly smiled at me. "Thank you dicklet. You may go now."

"Dicklet, before you leave would you please make up a plate for Antoine and me." Tonya looked up at her date. "How many would you like?"

Antoine thought for a moment and then he said, "Two should be plenty for me."

"We'd like a plate too." Keisha was sitting up. She looked at Gary and squeezed his cock. "You'd better have three. You're going to burn up a lot of energy tonight."

Gary didn't say anything. He just grinned.

I started making two more plates of appetizers. I worked quickly. It was an awkward situation for me. I wanted to get back to the refuge of the kitchen. I felt like an intruder in this little love nest.

While I worked I kept taking furtive glances at my wife and her lover. Pangs of jealousy tore at me as I watched Kelly pick up one of the slices of baguette that I'd just prepared and start feeding it to Chris. Each time he took a bite she'd dab his lips with a napkin and then she'd kiss his cheek.

It would have been easier for me if I could have convinced myself that Kelly was putting on a little show for my benefit, but I could tell that wasn't the case. My wife was so obviously focused on her boyfriend that I doubted that she even realized that I was still in the room.

Once I was finished preparing the appetizer plates for Tonya and Keisha I set them next to the sofa and love seat where they were sitting and quickly withdrew from the room.

As soon as I was safely back in the sanctuary of the kitchen I stopped and took several deep breaths. I needed to regain my composure. Seeing the woman you love fawning over another man is a trying experience.

Mandy was opening two bottles of beer. The moment she noticed my distress she stopped and ran over to me. She wrapped her arms around my chest and held me close to her. "Babydoll are you okay?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I'm fine."

"What happened?"

I chuckled. "It's going to sound silly when I tell you."

"That's all right, I promise I won't laugh."

"I watched Kelly feed Chris one of the appetizers."

Mandy pressed her cheek against my chest and hugged me. "That made you feel bad, didn't it."

"I guess it did, but it seems kind of silly. I mean just before that they were kissing. Kelly was holding Chris's cock and he was playing with her nipple. That didn't bother me at all."

"Feeding him an appetizer was much more romantic, wasn't it."

"Yes it was."

"Timmy, romance is very important to women. I think it's much more important to us than it is to men. For Kelly, doing something romantic like feeding an appetizer to Chris is just part of the foreplay leading to good sex. You read it as a sign that she's falling in love with him, but I don't think that's an accurate interpretation of what was happening. I think Kelly was just trying to build a romantic mood. Your wife is very good at that. I assure you that I've watched her do the same type of thing many times with middle aged, overweight businessmen and I know that she wasn't in love with any of them."

Mandy looked up at me. "I'm not going to try to tell you that your wife doesn't have feelings for Chris. We both know that she does." She smiled. "But she doesn't love him in the same way that she loves you. Chris is more like a very good friend. I think it's similar to what's happening to us. Timmy I've known you for less than a day, but I already feel like we're becoming very close friends." 

She giggled. "I can't wait until after dinner. That's when the real sex will start and you and I will get to be alone together. Fucking is fun, but when you're doing it with someone you care about it makes it even better. That's why Tonya is with Antoine tonight. The two of them have fucked hundreds of times, but they never get bored with each other because they're good friends."

"But Kelly talks about how much she needs variety."

"And she does, so do Tonya, Keisha and I. That's why we love our jobs so much. It gives us the variety that we want and need. Timmy honey, my mother misses my father so much, but she also craves variety. That's why she cheated on my father all the time. Sadly, now that they're not together anymore she misses the special sex that she could only have with him."

I shook my head. "This is all very confusing."

Mandy laughed. "It certainly is. Just remember that Kelly is deeply in love with you and she will always be deeply in love with you."

"I do know that."

"I know you do." She kissed my cheek. "Let's get the drinks out to the living room. Once were done with that we should have a few minutes to ourselves before we have to start getting dinner on the table. I think both of us could use a little oral attention."

I grinned at her. "That's a good idea, I'll make Chris's cocktail."

While I worked on another martini for Chris, Mandy set up a tray with the three margarita's for the women and the two bottles of beer for Gary and Antoine. As soon as I was finished with Chris's cocktail I placed it on the tray with the other drinks. 

I waited while Mandy added a small stack of napkins and then picking up the tray, I said; "I'll carry this into the living room and set it on the coffee table next to the appetizers. We can serve the drinks from there."

Mandy nodded. "I'm right behind you studman."

When we entered the living room I stopped. Kelly was on her knees between Chris's legs. She was sucking his cock. Tonya and Keisha were in exactly the same position, giving blow jobs to their dates.

Mandy stood next to me and whispered. "I guess we aren't the only ones who feel the need for a little oral attention."

"Do you think they still want their drinks?"

Mandy giggled. "Oh yes, cock sucking is very thirsty work."

I laughed. "I wouldn't know."

Mandy pinched my butt. "Oh yes you do. It's just like pussy licking and I understand that's one of your favorite pastimes."

Suddenly Tonya sat up and looked at us. "How about if the two of you quit jabbering and bring us our cocktails. Cock sucking does happen to be thirsty work. One of Timmy's famous margaritas is going to taste very good right now."

Of course Tonya's comment caught everyone's attention. I looked around. All six of them were now watching us.

Nervously, I set the tray on the coffee table and brought Kelly her margarita and Chris his fresh martini. As I placed them on the table next to their chair I said; "Ms. Mason, your margarita and Mr. Kendrick's your martini."

Kelly nodded and in a very imperious tone of voice said, "Thank you dicklet, your margarita's are always excellent." Without further ado she put Chris's cock back into her mouth and started sucking him again. I had been summarily dismissed.

Chris picked up his cocktail. After he took a sip he smacked his lips and said, "Dicklet, you do know how to make an excellent martini."

I nodded. "Thank you sir, I try." We were both playing our roles to the hilt.

I turned and looked at the coffee table. Mandy had already served the other drinks. As I picked up the empty tray Gary took a large swallow of the beer Mandy had just poured for him and said, "Antoine my friend, there is nothing in this world that can rival drinking a beer while you're getting a blow job."

Keisha took his cock out of her mouth and made a big show of taking a sip of her margarita. After she set her glass back down she grinned at Gary and said, "I think that drinking a margarita while your giving a blow job might be better."

Antoine and Tonya started chuckling.

Chris picked up his martini, took another sip and held up his glass. "I think that drinking a martini that was just served by the husband of the woman who is giving you your blow job might be best of all."

My wife looked up at her boyfriend and snickered. "We can make the pathetic little wimp do that anytime we want."

When Kelly said that there was a callousness in her voice that caused me to cringe. I looked around. Everyone was laughing; but it seemed that this time I wasn't being included as a partner in my wife's humor. Instead, I felt like the butt of her joke. 

I looked at Chris. He was sipping his martini with what appeared to me to be a malicious smirk on his face. Kelly had gone back to sucking his cock, but she was giggling uncontrollably while she was doing it.

I stared at the floor. I was too embarrassed to move. Suddenly all the frustration that had gnawed at me for the past year came rushing back. I knew that I wasn't thinking rationally, but I couldn't stop myself. The humiliating tee shirt, painted toenails, girls shorts and crude comments from Gary had been difficult, but I'd understood. They were part of our game. Tonight we were pushing our limits. It was supposed to be difficult. 

Kelly's last words were different. In my head I kept hearing them over and over again; the pathetic little wimp, the pathetic little wimp. She'd teased me about being a sissy and a pussy, even a wimp. She called me dicklet and taunted me about the size of my penis, but she'd never told me that she thought I was pathetic. 

I tried to pull myself together. I was afraid I was going to start crying. 

Suddenly I heard Antoine say, "Timmy you're not pathetic and you're not a wimp. You're a good man and you're my friend."

His words were like a life ring tossed to a drowning man. I smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

The room was suddenly silent. Kelly took Chris's cock out of her mouth and sat up. She looked at me and immediately recognized my pain. An expression of horror crept across her face as she realized what she'd said. 

I looked around. Everyone was staring at me. I had to get out of there. I nervously stammered, "It's time for me to start getting your dinner ready for the table. Please excuse me." And then I turned and fled to my sanctuary. 

As soon as I reached the safety of the kitchen I sat down at the table and buried my face in my hands. I already realized that I'd overreacted. I knew my wife, she hadn't given a thought to what she was actually saying. Kelly was impulsive and had a tendency to get caught up in the moment. She was adventurous. She loved to be daring and push the limits. These traits were part of the reason that she was such a good hostess. When she was excited Kelly was willing to try almost anything.

I was just gathering the courage to go back to the living room and apologize for my overly sensitive behavior when Mandy walked into the kitchen. Taking one look at me, she asked; "Timmy are you all right?"

I smiled at her and shook my head. "No, I just made an ass out of myself in front of my wife and all of her friends."

Mandy put her hand on my shoulder and pressed her side against me. "We're your friends too."

I nodded. "All right, I just made an ass out of myself in front of my wife and all of our friends. Is that better?"

Mandy laughed. "Maybe a little bit." And the gently stroking my hair, she said; "I think everyone understands what just happened. Antoine's comment helped."

Suddenly Kelly burst into the kitchen. "Timmy please forgive me. I don't know why I said that. It was an asinine comment and I didn't mean it. I was just trying to play our game. I was trying to be cold and ruthless. I thought you'd like it." 

She walked over to me. Mandy stepped aside. 

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Babydoll, please believe me. I never even thought about what I was saying. It just popped out. It was nothing more than a crude attempt to continue Chris's joke.

There was a knock at the door. It was Chris. "And it was a stupid and callous joke in the first place. Timmy I'm sorry that I said it. May I please come into the kitchen." 

Mandy waved him in.

Tonya and Keisha were right behind him. Tonya asked, "Mandy could we come in too?"

Keisha looked at Tonya. "Why are we asking for permission. They're slaves. We don't have to get their permission to do anything."

Antoine was standing behind Keisha. He answered her question. "You do if you want to enter the kitchen. In this house it's their domain. When we walk into this room we're all equals."

I smiled at Antoine. I was beginning to like him very much. "Antoine." I paused and then I asked, "May I call you Antoine?"

He smiled back. "Of course, but I would prefer Toine."

"Just like I prefer Timmy."

He nodded. "That's right."

"Toine, please come in and bring everyone with you. 

Antoine placed his hand on the small of Keisha's back. "Come on Keish, let's go inside. Just remember you have to behave yourself in here."

"Toine relax, I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am. I understand the situation very well."

Grabbing Keisha's hand, Tonya said; "Keish honey, anyone who knows you and has half a brain realizes that your ditsy routine is just an act."

Keisha giggled. "So how did you figure it out?"

Tonya rolled her eyes. "I rest my case."

Gary followed Antoine into the kitchen. He was shaking his head. "You guys are all pretty fucking confusing."

Antoine put his arm around his friend's shoulder. "Gary I want you to go over and stand between Keisha and Tonya."

Gary looked at the two women. The top of Keisha's dress was still pulled down and Tonya hadn't bothered to put her top back on. Their large breasts were fully exposed. He grinned at Antoine. "Yeah, I can be pretty happy doing that."

Antoine shook his head. "Tonnie, Keish; if he starts talking, take his cock out and start playing with it. That will keep him quiet."

Gary stared at his friend for a moment and then he said, "Let me get this straight. If I talk they're going to play with my dick? Shit Toine, I'm not a fool. I'm going to start babbling like a maniac."

Tonya opened Gary's pants, took out his large semi erect penis and held it firmly in her hand. "Sweetie, I'm going to change the rules. As long as you're quiet I'll hold you like this; but as soon as you say something I'll let go and grab your balls instead."

Grinning at her, Gary said; "My lips are sealed."

As soon as everyone was in the kitchen and settled I stood up and took a deep breath. This was not going to be easy. "Listen, I'm very sorry that I got upset. I was being overly sensitive"

"What's he so..."

"Gary, be quiet or we'll hurt you." This time it was Keisha. She was glaring at him.

Gary recognized the seriousness of her expression and immediately said; "Opps, my bad."

Kelly put her arms around me. "No Timmy, you weren't being overly sensitive. I said something that was really stupid and rude. Even for our game it was over the line. Please believe me when I say that I didn't mean it." She shook her head. "I didn't even realize what I was saying. It just kind of popped out. I was trying to be a cruel cuckoldress like the women in your stories. It backfired. It was a colossal blunder."

I smiled at her. "I know. I realized that as soon as I got into the kitchen."

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Will you forgive me?"

"Of course, but I think I should be asking you to forgive me. I overreacted."

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "Maybe we could both forgive each other and move on."

I smiled at her. "I like that plan."

Next to us Chris sighed. Kelly and I both looked at him.

He quietly said, "Timmy would you like me to leave?" 

I vigorously shook my head. "Absolutely not! I want this dinner party to continue. Mandy and I have put together a wonderful meal for all of you and we desperately want you to enjoy it. Chris, you didn't do anything wrong. Your joke was actually pretty funny and when I think about it now, kind of exciting." I shrugged and sheepishly looked around the kitchen. "Sorry everyone, but I guess I really am a submissive, masochistic cuckold wimp."

Turning back to Chris, I said; "Please stay, this party won't be anywhere near as much fun if you leave."

He sighed. "Thank you, but I still feel like I insulted you and that's the last thing I wanted to do. Timmy, I was hoping that we could become very good friends."

Kelly grinned at us. "I have an idea."

Everyone looked at her. She winked at me and whispered, "Just relax and trust me." She kneeled at my feet, untied the drawstring on my pink shorts and pulled them down, exposing my panties."

I bit my lip in embarrassment.

Across the kitchen Gary said, "Shit, he's wearing mother fucking lace panties."

Keisha grabbed his ear and twisted it. "They're just part of the game we play with him. Now if you want to have any hope of touching any of us again tonight you'll be quiet and stay that way until after we're out of the kitchen."

Tonya let go of his cock and grabbed his balls. "Gary we can give you a evening of pleasure that you will never forget, or I can hurt you right now. It's up to you."

He laughed. "The two of you just presented a very convincing argument. I'll try to be quiet."

Smiling at him, Tonya let go of his balls and wrapped her fingers around his cock again.

Keisha kissed his cheek. "That was a very good decision big guy."

Mandy walked over to me and gently stroked my hair. "Don't worry about anything babydoll. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

I smiled at Mandy and then I looked down at Kelly. She winked at me. I laughed. 

Grinning, she said, "Are you ready babydoll?"

I nodded.

Kelly pulled my panties down and exposed my erect penis.

I looked around. Everyone was watching. I felt a little self conscious, but I was also very happy. There was a strong feeling of friendship in the room.

"Sit down in your chair sweetheart." 

As I sat down my wife pointed at my martini on the counter next to the stove. "Timmy, is that your cocktail over there?"

I nodded. 

She looked at her boyfriend. "Chris honey, would you please bring that over to Timmy." And then Kelly put my little cock in her mouth and began sucking me. 

Chris started grinning. Everyone else did too. We all now understood exactly what Kelly was doing. 

"It would be an honor." As Chris walked over to my martini he noticed a tray on the kitchen counter. He picked it up and then he placed my cocktail on it and brought it over to the kitchen table. As he set the drink on the table next to me he said; "Mr. Jamieson, your martini."

Next to me Mandy whispered. "Take a sip Timmy."

I looked down at my wife. She was looking up at me with my cock in her mouth. She nodded. 

I chuckled and picked up my drink. Everyone applauded as I took a long sip.

As soon as I set the drink down Kelly took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "So Timmy, how does it feel to be served a cocktail by a guy who's girlfriend is giving you a blowjob?"

Laughing, I said; "It feels very nice, but do you know what makes it even better?"

Kelly looked at me with a puzzled expression. "No, tell me?"

"Knowing that the guy's girlfriend is also my wife."

Everyone was silent for a moment and then the significance of my comment struck them and they all started clapping.

Kelly put my cock back in her mouth and vigorously sucked me for a few seconds and then she stopped and stood up. "Do you feel better now babydoll?"

I nodded. "Yes, thank you; that was just perfect."

Kelly walked over to her boyfriend. "How about you Bigdog, are you okay now?"

Chris smiled at her. "Yes, that was a very clever way to resolve this."




Courtesan Ch. 23



Kelly turned to Mandy. "Mandy I'm going to take Chris out to the living room and finish giving him his blow job. Will you please finish Timmy's."

Mandy grinned at her. "I would love to."

My wife took her boyfriend by the hand. "Come on Bigdog, we have some business to finish in the living room."

As they started for the kitchen door Keisha stepped forward. "Hey that's not fair. How come Mandy gets a turn with Timmy and we don't?" 

Kelly stopped and looked at her. "Do you want a turn?"

"Yes I've been waiting all day to get his cute little pecker in my mouth."

Kelly smiled at Tonya. "You too?"

"Absolutely!"

My wife turned back to Mandy. "Is this all right with you?"

She laughed. "Of course it is and I'll bet Timmy would love it." She looked at me. "Keisha gives great head."

Kelly gestured towards me and said, "Help yourself Keish."

Wickedly rubbing her hands together, Keisha walked over to me and said; "This is going to be so much fun." 

She kneeled in front of me. Her large brown breasts were still hanging out of the front of her dress. I gasped as she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking me.

Next to me Kelly giggled. "She does give a great blow job, doesn't she Timmy."

I nodded. "Yes she does."

Keisha sucked me for about a minute and then Tonya stepped forward and tapped her on the shoulder. "My turn."

Keisha took my cock out of her mouth and grinned at me. "I'll see you a little later tonight. You can return the favor."

I laughed. "I'm already looking forward to it."

Keisha stood up and Tonya took her place. As Tonya was putting my cock in her mouth, Keisha walked over to Gary. "Come on big guy, it's time for you to get your reward for being quiet."

As she started dragging him towards the kitchen door Gary said, "Timmy's a slave. How come he gets a blow job from all four of you and we don't?"

Keisha stopped and looked at him. "Would you like that?"

"Well yeah, of course I would."

Antoine laughed. "My friend believes that it never hurts to ask and I have to admit that in this case it's a pretty good idea."

Tonya took my cock out of her mouth and patted my thigh. "It's time for me to get back to the men. It sounds like they could use a little attention."

She stood up and looked at Kelly. "I'm game if you are. I'm betting these guys might enjoy a little variety."

Kelly looked at Chris. "What do you think Bigdog, are you ready for a little extra spice in your life?"

"Are you sure you'll be okay with this?"

I found it interesting that Chris was worried about my wife getting jealous because another woman was about to suck his cock.

Kelly smiled at him. "I think I can handle it."

He laughed. "Yes, I imagine you can." And then he shrugged and said; "Sure, it sounds like fun to me."

My wife nodded. "All right." She smiled at me. "Timmy, we need Mandy for a few minutes. Why don't you start dinner. As soon as were done with her we'll send her back to you."

Kelly walked over to Keisha and Gary. "Keish, let's give these guys a real treat. Mandy and I will double team Gary while you and Tonnie double team Chris."

She looked at Gary. "Big guy, have you ever had your cock sucked by two women at the same time?"

Gary's eyes grew larger. Slowly shaking his head, he quietly answered; "No never." 

Kelly took his hand. "Come with me big guy. Mandy and I are about to introduce you to a whole new pleasure."

As they were walking towards the kitchen door Antoine said, "Hey what about me?"

Kelly turned and rolled her eyes. "Toine, none of us can even count the number of times you've had all four of us at once. Right now it's your turn to watch for a little while."

He laughed. "Okay, I can do that."

Once everyone was out of the kitchen I went to work. First I checked the lasagna. It was baking nicely. Next I started laying all of the salad ingredients out on the counter so that I could toss the Caesar salad just before we served it.

I was washing up a few dirty dishes when Mandy walked back into the kitchen. She was grinning and twirling her panties on her fingertips. Her naked shaved pussy was nicely framed by her black garter belt.

I smiled at her. "It looks like you had a good time." And then I saw streaks of what I immediately recognized at semen on her breasts.

Mandy noticed the slightly shocked look on my face and said, "You do know what that is, don't you."

I nodded. "I would guess that it's Gary's cum."

"That's right, your wife sucked him for few minutes and then she made me kneel between his legs while she jacked him off. He came all over my tits. As soon as Gary was done ejaculating Kelly told me to come in here and make you lick it off of me. She wanted it to be nice and fresh for you. Oh by the way, she also instructed me to inform you that if you refuse she intends to punish your insubordination by whipping you in front of the men."

When Mandy said that a shiver of excitement rippled through my body.

Mandy smiled at me. "Well dicklet, what's it going to be? A little taste of Gary's fresh cum or a big taste of the end of Tonya's whip."

I stared at Mandy. I was confused. Her attitude towards me seemed to have changed. We were in the kitchen and yet she'd just called me dicklet rather than Timmy. There was also an edge to her voice that I'd never heard before.

I quietly asked. "Are you angry with me? Have I done something wrong?"

She thought for a moment and then she said; "Yes, in a way you have done something wrong."

"Please tell me. It has to be a misunderstanding. I would never want to offend you."

"You told me that you're a submissive and that you want to be a slave."

"Yes I do."

"Then act like it."

"What do you mean?"

"If you really want to be a slave, then all this nonsense about being offended every time one of your superiors does or says something that might be a little insulting to you has got to stop. They're dominants. They can say anything they want to you. You're a slave. You aren't allowed to have any dignity at all."

Mandy paused. After a moment she said, "Timmy I am a submissive. I love being a slave and I'm committed to being a very good slave. It seems to me that right now, you're just playing at it and that offends me. It's time for you to make a decision. You're either going to stop all this temperamental bullshit and start acting like a real submissive, or you're going to stop pretending you're a bottom and start acting like a man. What's it going to be Timmy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life on your knees or sitting in a chair?"

Mandy stared at me. As I thought about what she'd just said, I realized that she was right. I'd read hundreds of stories and spent hours fantasizing about being a submissive, but now that I was actually being presented with the opportunity to live that lifestyle, I was hesitating. I immediately grasped the reason. I was afraid. In our culture men are supposed to be macho studs. Surrendering your dignity and choosing to lead a life that's contrary to that convention is frightening. As I stood there under Mandy's gaze, I understood that the problems I'd had that day were all due to the fact that I was still trying to hold on to the last remnants of the man our society dictated that I should try to be. I also realized that I didn't want to be that man. 

I took a deep breath. It was time to let go. I smiled at Mandy and started to speak. "I want..."

She held up her hand and stopped me. "Actions speak louder than words. Timmy, a moment ago I lied to you. Kelly didn't make me kneel between Gary's legs so that he could cum on my tits. It was my idea. I did it on my own. Yes, Kelly did jack him off, but I was the one who made the decision to let him cum all over me. Kelly also never threatened to punish you with Tonya's whip. I made that up. Right now Kelly is much too worried about hurting your feelings to threaten you like that."

I slowly nodded. I didn't doubt that my temperamental outbursts were affecting the way everyone, especially Kelly, was treating me.

"Timmy if you really want to be a submissive cuckold, then prove it. Get over here and lick Gary's semen off my tits. If you don't want to be a slave, then get me a washcloth so that I can clean myself."

My decision was already made. I knew what I wanted. I smiled at Mandy and walked towards her. She put her hand up again. "If you decide to be a slave, whining and hurt feelings will no longer be tolerated. If I see that behavior again, I'll whip you myself."

I smiled at her. "I understand."

"Okay, so who are you? Dicklet or Timmy."

I walked the rest of the way over to Mandy, placed my hands on her arms and looked into her eyes. "I'm Dicklet." And then I leaned over and kissed her nipple.

Mandy breathlessly whispered. "Do it dicklet. Be a good little slave and lick up Mr. Simon's cum."

I found a large streak of Gary's semen and licked it up.

Mandy giggled. "That's right dicklet, show me exactly what a pathetic little wimp you really are."

I looked up at her.

She nodded. "You heard me. I called you a pathetic little cuckold wimp. Are you going to start crying pussyboy?"

I understood exactly what she was doing and I knew that it had to be done so I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

"What are you going to do?"

"Lick up the rest of Mr. Simon's cum."

Mandy patted my head like I was a little puppy dog. "That's a good boy."

I licked the rest of Gary's semen off of Mandy's breasts. It really wasn't that big a deal. The previous evening I'd licked up a large quantity of Chris's cum from both Kelly's pussy and the bed sheet between her legs. Semen has kind of a funky consistency, but it doesn't really have much taste. In my mind it's not all that different from eating raw oysters. Of course, you do also have to consider the source. That's what makes it difficult.

As soon as I was finished I looked up at Mandy.

She looked down at her breasts and nodded approvingly. "That was very good pussyboy. Maybe you do have what it takes to become a proper slave." 

Patting my head, Mandy said; "Dicklet, obedient behavior is always rewarded. Would you like to cum?"

This had become an unbelievably exciting evening. Earlier in the day I'd bathed four incredibly beautiful naked women. Now they were all parading around the house topless. Our living room had become an arena of indiscriminate erotic foreplay. A few minutes earlier four beautiful women had taken turns sucking my cock. Since then all I'd been able to think about was Kelly's request to Mandy to finish my blow job as soon as she returned to the kitchen. 

I grinned at Mandy. "Yes, I would like that very much."

"Take your shorts off and pull your panties down."

This was a direction that didn't have to be repeated. I quickly removed the pink shorts, folded them and placed them neatly on the kitchen counter. Once that was done I pulled down my panties. My little penis was sticking straight up.

Mandy stepped back and looked at my tiny erection. "My you do appear to be excited. Well what are you waiting for? Go ahead, jerk off."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "But I thought..."

"That I was going to suck your cock?" She laughed. "What would ever make you think that I'd be interested in putting a pathetic little thing like that in my mouth?"

I sighed and stared at the floor. 

"Dicklet, are you about to start crying?"

I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

Mandy sat down at the kitchen table. In a very gentle voice she said, "Timmy, you're still my friend and I still like you very much. I have to do this. I think that both you and Kelly need me to do it."

She looked into my eyes. "You do want to be Kelly's slave, don't you."

"Yes, very much."

"And I know that Kelly wants you to be her slave. Right now your love for each other is getting in the way. You're afraid of being hurt by Kelly and she's terrified of hurting you. I think the problems the two of you had during the past several months have made you both even more insecure. I am going to work with you so that you can get used to living with the humiliation, torment and neglect that should be part of a slave's life. I also want Kelly to be able to see that she can train you, discipline you and treat you like a piece of property without having to worry about hurting your feelings."

Mandy smiled at me. "We're going to start our first training session right now. It will end shortly after the dominants retire to their respective bedrooms to enjoy themselves. After your training session is over, I do plan to make love to you. That includes sucking your cock and letting you fuck me." She grinned. "In fact I hope that you're going to fuck my ass tonight. I think your little cock will feel very nice back there."

She took a deep breath. "But before I'm willing to do any of those things, you're going to have to start learning to be a proper slave and that includes understanding your place and knowing how to behave." 

She stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Are you ready to start?"

I very nervously answered, "Yes."

"Okay, let's begin our first lesson by reviewing a simple fact. It is very common for male slaves to be denied the pleasures that real men take for granted. Of course that includes blow jobs and intercourse, but for many slaves it also includes all forms of sexual release except occasional prostate milking. You do understand what prostate milking is, don't you."

I whispered, "Yes." The concept was both exciting and scary. 

"Many male slaves spend the bulk of their lives with their penises locked in chastity cages. I gather that you've spent a significant amount of time looking at web sites featuring dominant women and submissive men, so I assume that you already know all this."

"Yes I've read about it." I was trying my best to adopt a very humble and obedient manner. Pleasing Mandy had suddenly become very important to me.

"So when I invite you to masturbate, you really don't have any reason to look askance at me, do you."

I slowly shook my head. "No Mandy I don't."

Mandy was silent for a moment. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she said, "I think that during our training sessions you should refer to me as Mistress Mandy."

I nodded and then in my most submissive tone of voice, I said; "Yes Mistress Mandy."

Mandy smiled at my easy acceptance of her new title and then she said, "Now that we have all of that settled, it's time for you to begin." She leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms. Her thighs were slightly parted. I could just make out the cleft of her naked pussy.

I hesitated. I was a little confused about what I was supposed to be doing.

My failure to immediately respond caused Mandy to frown. In a voice dripping with annoyance she said, "Dicklet, I do not intend to spend the entire evening sitting here waiting while you dilly dally. Either start jerking your little pee pee or pull up your panties and get back to work on tonight's dinner."

I shook my head. The events of the last hour had me so befuddled that I was acting like a total oaf. Mandy's offer to allow me to masturbate had started this discussion. I should have immediately realized that was what she now wanted me to do.

I nervously stammered, "I'm sorry Mistress Mandy, I'm a little nervous right now."

"That's all right dicklet, I understand. She smiled. "Actually, being a little nervous while you're talking to a superior can be good. They often interpret it as a sign of respect."

Her voice became soft and gentle. "If you would like to cum, this is your opportunity; but you need to begin now. A slave should never try his mistress's patience when she's bestowing a favor."

I nodded and quietly said; "Yes Mistress Mandy, I understand."

This interchange with Mandy had been very exciting for me. I felt like I was actually becoming a slave. I grasped my penis with my fingers. It was already semierect and it rose to a full erection as soon as I touched it.

Mandy noticed what had happened and smiled. "You like being a slave, don't you dicklet."

"Yes Mistress Mandy, I do."

"It arouses you."

"Yes."

"Show me how much it arouses you. Masturbate for me."

My entire body was tingling with excitement as I started stroking my erect penis.

Mandy smiled. "That's a good little boy."

Those mildly demeaning words titillated me. I pumped my cock even faster.

Suddenly Mandy started to laugh. It was a cruel demeaning laugh. "Look at you. You are a pathetic wimp. You're standing here wearing a pair of lace panties jerking off for me while your wife is in the next room sucking another man's cock."

I stopped jerking myself and looked at Mandy. "You said that she already made Gary cum."

"She did, now she's sucking Chris's cock."

"But Tonya and Keisha were supposed to give Chris his blow job."

"And they did."

"I don't understand."

Mandy smirked. "Dicklet, it's really quite simple. After Gary was done ejaculating on my tits he announced to the room that Kelly had just given him the best blow job of his entire life." 

She looked at me. "You do understand that your wife is a blow job queen."

I grinned at Mandy and answered with a feeling of genuine pride. "Yes I do know that."

She took a moment to chuckle at the exuberance of my response and then she continued. "Keisha is very competitive and she took Gary's compliment to your wife as a challenge. She stood up and in that saucy tone of voice that she likes to use, she told Gary that he aint seen nothin yet and as soon as she got him back she planned to suck his great big dick right down her throat."

Mandy shook her head. "Antoine started laughing and told everyone that this sounded like a challenge. Tonya began clapping her hands and chanting, Blow job contest! Blow job contest!"

Laughing, Mandy said; "Timmy, your wife is every bit as competitive as Keisha."

I nodded. "Yes, I know she is."

Mandy smiled and then she said; "Kelly stood up, as she walked over to Chris she told Keisha that she could get Chris hard and make him cum before dinner was served. She challenged Keisha to try to do the same thing to Gary. If they both succeeded it would be a draw, if they both failed it would also be a draw."

"What if only one of them succeeds?"

"Then she's the winner."

"What does the winner get?"

"Antoine came up with the prize. The loser has to lick the winner's pussy while everyone else watches."

I chuckled. "I don't think that will be much of a problem for either one of them."

Mandy nodded. "You're right, and that makes it a very friendly contest."

Suddenly Mandy looked at me and frowned. "Dicklet, you stopped jerking your cock. Get going."

"I'm sorry Mistress Mandy. I got distracted for a moment. Please forgive me."

As I started stroking my penis again Mandy smiled approvingly and said, "Dicklet that was very good. You're learning how to be properly contrite."

"Thank you, I'm trying very hard to learn how to behave."

"I can tell. Now I want you to do something for me."

"Certainly, what is it?"

"I want you to close your eyes and carefully listen to what I say. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded. "Of course I will, I'll do anything you ask."

"Good boy, now close your eyes."

As soon as my eyes were closed Mandy said, "Dicklet, your wife is in the living room with her boyfriend. He's sitting on the couch. His pants and boxer shorts are down around his ankles. Kelly is next to him. She's on her knees on the couch. Her naked breasts are pressed against his thigh. The hem of her skirt is up around her waist. Chris is gently massaging her naked rear."

While I listened to Mandy, I started slowly stroking my cock. The picture she was creating in my mind was incredibly exciting.

"Your wife is holding her lover's very large penis in her left hand. If you look you can see her wedding and engagement rings. Chris is already erect again. His cock is in her mouth. Your wife is sucking him. Dicklet, you know how good she is at giving head."




Courtesan Ch. 24



This is the twenty-fourth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.





As soon as Kelly was gone I turned to Mandy. "It looks like it's time for us to go to work."

She smiled and said, "I'm ready if you are slaveboy."

I handed her a glass pitcher. "You fill the water glasses, I'll open the wine."

While Mandy was filling the pitcher with ice cubes and water I took out a corkscrew and opened two bottles of the zinfandel. As soon as we were done, we moved into the dining room.

Kelly busy was seating her guests . She started by placing Antoine at the foot of the table with Gary to his right and Tonya on his left. I understood her reasoning immediately. Gary was a loose cannon. He was capable of offending anyone at any moment. Antoine and Tonya were seated so that they would be close enough to be able to keep him in check when it was necessary.

She placed Keisha on the other side of Gary. That left the head of the table and the chair next to Tonya open. I watched. I was curious to see how my wife would handle this. In our traditionally male dominated culture the seat at the head of the dinner table was generally reserved for the man of the house. If Kelly and I had been in an old fashioned marriage, that chair would have been mine. 

Of course, our marriage was anything but orthodox. I was not only not the man of the house, I was my wife's cuckold slave. It was well established that I'd already surrendered any claim that I might have had to that chair. The question now was, who would take the place that I'd vacated? 

There are many people who would suggest that the answer was obvious. Kelly should take it. She was now the real head of the household. That was probably the most reasonable solution, but Kelly and I both new that there was another option. It was a choice that was much more emotionally charged and a lot more fun.

My wife paused. She seemed to be considering the two options. It was apparent that she was tempted to give that seat to Chris, but she was hesitating. I assumed that she was concerned about my feelings.

She didn't need to be concerned. My entire body was tingling with excitement. Seeing my wife give my place at the head of our dinner table to another man was going to be deliciously humiliating.

Kelly glanced at me. 

I gave her a subtle nod.

She stared at me for a moment. Suddenly Kelly realized that I knew what she was considering and I'd just given her my approval. A smile formed at the corner of her lips. She turned to her boyfriend and gestured to the seat at the head of the table. "Chris honey, why don't you sit here."

Chris looked at my wife with a startled expression. It was obvious that he'd assumed that my wife would occupy that chair and he'd sit in the one next to Tonya. 

His eyes nervously shifted to me. I could tell that he was concerned about my reaction. I smiled at him. He immediately understood. This was just part of our game.

He nodded to Kelly and then he urbanely pulled out the chair next to Tonya and gestured towards it. "My dear." 

As she sat down my wife glanced at me and then she looked up at her boyfriend and lovingly said, "Thank you dear."

Watching Kelly gaze adoringly at Chris was much more difficult than seeing another man take the chair at the head of the table in my house. I bit my lower lip. Those little loving looks were exactly the type of thing that I needed to learn to accept if I was going to be able to be around my wife when she was with another man.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I got my feelings of jealousy back under control I remembered Mandy's admonition to me. If I wanted to be a slave, then I needed to try to be a good one.

Suddenly I understood exactly what I had to do. I needed to channel all of my emotional energy into being a slave. I wasn't going to be just a good slave, I was going to be a great slave. 

I'd never been to a five star restaurant, but I'd seen enough movies to know what to do. I set one of the two open bottles of zinfandel on the side board and carried the other one over to Chris. He'd just sat down at the head of the table.

As I approached him he looked up at me. I held the bottle of wine out so that he could see the label and said, "Sir the wine."

Chris stared at me for a moment and then he smiled and made a little show of inspecting the label. "Yes dicklet that will be just fine."

"If I may sir." I held the bottle over his glass.

He nodded. "Please."

I poured a small amount of wine into Chris's glass. He picked it up and held it front of him. I didn't actually know whether or not he knew anything about wine, but I was hoping that he'd at least seen the same movies I had. It appeared that he had.

Everyone at the table looked on as Chris first inspected the color of the wine and then swirled it around and watched how it clung to the inside of the glass. Next he held it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Finally he took a sip. For a few seconds he rolled the wine around on his tongue with his eyes closed, then he looked up at me and said; "Thank you dicklet, this is very nice."

I bowed and said, "I'm glad you approve sir. May I pour?"

Chris casually waved his hand and said, "Please do."

Everyone else at the table clapped and cheered. They'd enjoyed our little show. Chris and I both grinned and modestly bowed in recognition of their applause. I glanced at Kelly. She was laughing.

She noticed me watching her and smiled. I smiled back. At that moment we both realized that everything was going to be all right. We could make this life style work.

As soon as I started pouring the wine, Mandy disappeared into the kitchen. While I was filling Tonya's glass she reappeared carrying a tray covered with bowls of Caesar salad. She set the tray on the sideboard and quickly distributed the salads. Once she was done she grabbed the empty tray and disappeared back into the kitchen.

I finished pouring the wine and followed her. When I entered the kitchen she was picking up a large wooden pepper mill. 

Grinning at me, she said, "Timmy, that was beautiful."

I grinned back at her and started to say, "Thank..."

Holding up her hand, Mandy stopped me. "This isn't the time for idle conversation. Your Mistress is counting on us. We have a dinner to serve."

I nodded, but I didn't move. I was elated about what had just transpired in the dining room. The brief smile and glance that my wife and I had just exchanged had left me feeling very encouraged and I wanted to take a moment to enjoy it. 

Mandy looked at me and laughed. "Don't stand there grinning like a monkey who just fell into a barrel of bananas. Grab those those baskets of sliced baguette and the plates of butter and bring them to the table."

As Mandy walked past me she patted my butt. "You did good out there pussyboy, but you can't rest on your laurels. We're slaves and our superiors are sitting at the dinner table. We have a lot of work left to do before we get to rest."

Mandy disappeared through the door. Quickly gathering up the baskets of baguette and plates of butter, I followed her. As I left the kitchen I started chuckling. I did feel like a monkey who'd just fallen into a barrel of bananas.

When I walked into the dining room my eyes first went to Kelly. This was nothing unusual. I was madly in love with my wife. Whenever I entered a room and knew she was present, I always sought her out first 

My breath caught. Kelly and Chris were in the midst of an intimate conversation. Kelly was again gazing adoringly into his eyes. She was holding his hand with both of her hands. As they talked she was gently massaging his wrist with her fingertips. This was exactly the type of scene that had been causing me difficulty. 

Suddenly my wife looked up. It almost seemed as if she'd sensed my presence. As soon as she saw me she flinched, pulled her hands away from Chris and sat up straight. There was a guilty look on her face. 

Chris turned and looked at the doorway. When he saw me he sighed and lowered his head.

Kelly stared at me with an apologetic expression.

I winked at her.

She continued staring at me, but I could see that she was confused. 

I winked again.

She started to smile. She was beginning to understand.

I wiggled my eyebrows

She giggled.

Chris looked at her then he turned and looked at me. 

I winked again.

For a second or two he was clearly puzzled, then I saw the expression of understanding slowly creep across his face. He nodded to me and turned to my wife. Now they were both smiling.

Kelly winked back at me. I smiled at her. 

She picked up Chris's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. 

I nodded in approval.

Kelly and Chris both grinned at me.

I wiggled my eyebrows at them. 

Giggling, my wife leaned over and gave her boyfriend a wet sloppy kiss on the lips. She made sure that I could see that she was using her tongue.

As soon as they broke apart Kelly looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows and then she stuck out her tongue.

I playfully rolled my eyes, but I also took her stuck out tongue as a challenge. The answer to our insecurity was to start having fun.

I glanced around the table. Mandy was grinding pepper onto everyone's salads. All of them had their attention focused on her. Nobody was watching us.

I walked down to the end of the table where Antoine was seated and set one of the baskets of baguette and a plate of butter in front of him. Then I moved to the other end of the table and set the other basket of bread and plate of butter in front of Kelly.

As soon as that was done I whispered into my wife's ear. "If you really want to taunt me why don't you do something for Chris that you'll never do for me."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I grinned at her and quietly said, "Slip under the table and give him a blow job while he's eating his salad."

Kelly laughed and then she whispered back, "He's already had two blow jobs tonight."

I shrugged. "Who's counting?"

She shook her head. "Timmy, this is silly. We're having dinner."

I looked into my wife's eyes and said, "Cluck, cluck, cluck."

She stared at me. "Timmy is that a challenge?"

I slowly nodded.

Next to us Chris chuckled and said, "You two are totally out of control."

Smiling at him, I whispered; "That may be true, but I think part of our problem is that we've been much too serious about all of this. We need to start having some fun."

Chris thought for a moment and then he shook his head and quietly said, "Timmy my friend, it's very easy to see why Kelly is so deeply in love with you. You're a very smart man."

He paused for a moment and then he leaned over and whispered to my wife; "Kel, I just unzipped my pants."

Kelly laughed. "Who's side are you on?"

"Yours and Timmy's"

Shaking her head, Kelly sighed; but then a huge grin appeared on her face and she said; "Dicklet, I want you to know that we have just begun to play." 

She gave me a quick wink, and then she slipped under the table.

Keisha noticed and with a puzzled expression asked, "Chris, what the fuck is Kelly doing under the table?" 

Everyone turned and looked at Chris. At that moment Mandy was grinding fresh pepper on to his salad. She had a smirk on her face. From her position she could see exactly what my wife was doing.

Chris watched Mandy grind pepper for a second and then he smiled at her and casually said; "Thank you nymph, that's perfect."

After Mandy stepped away he looked at Keisha with a deadpan expression and answered her question. "I'm not sure Keish. I think she might be tying her shoes."

"Tying her shoes? She's wearing high heeled pumps. They don't have any mother fucking laces."

Chris took a bite of salad. After he swallowed it he shrugged and said, "Really? I guess I must have been mistaken."

I was becoming very impressed with Chris's ability to control himself. My wife was extremely skilled at giving head. If she'd been under the table sucking my cock I doubt that I would have been able to remain so calm and collected. I smiled to myself. That was probably one of the reasons Kelly found Chris to be such a good sex partner.

Keisha rolled her eyes and then she leaned down and looked under the table. She came back up shaking her head and yelled, "She's sucking your mother fucking dick!"

Chris took another bite of his salad. After he carefully chewed and swallowed it he looked down at his crotch. He let a second or two pass and then he looked up again and grinned. "Yes Keish, I do believe you're correct."

I looked around the table. Tonya and Antoine were doing everything they could to keep from bursting out in laughter. Gary was staring in amazement. 

Mandy was watching me with a huge grin on her face. She knew exactly what was happening.

Keisha looked like she was ready to burst.

Calmly smiling, Chris said to her; "So Keish, do you think the Packer's are going to beat the Eagles on Sunday?"

Throwing her arms up in frustration, Keisha exclaimed; "Who gives a shit! Kelly's under the table sucking your fucking dick and you're asking me about football?"

Chris shrugged. "I'm sorry Keish, I thought you were a football fan."

As I watched this scene I continued to marvel at Chris's composure. I did not for even one moment believe that I would be capable of carrying on a coherent conversation while Kelly was sucking my cock.

Suddenly my wife reemerged from under the table with a huge smile on her face. Right away I noticed that her lipstick was smeared. I chuckled. She often told me that nothing messes up a girl's lipstick faster than giving a sloppy blowjob. 

Grinning at me, Kelly stuck out her tongue and said; "Na na na, na na na. No more cluck, cluck cluck." And then she winked at me and added, "And that is something I will never ever do for you cuckboy." 

Keisha looked at Kelly and me with an astonished expression. "What! Was that some kind of a dare or challenge?"

Kelly smiled at her. "It certainly was. Timmy dared me to do it."

Gary was taking a drink of ice water. Kelly's comment startled him so much that he suddenly gasped and spit his mouthful of water all over his plate. After taking a moment to pull himself together he looked at Kelly and said, "What? Your husband asked you to get under the dining room table and give another man a blowjob?"

Everyone was chuckling. Mandy ran over and started wiping his face with a napkin.

While she was doing that Kelly shook her head and said, "No he dared me to do it. There's a difference." And then smiling at everyone, she added; "And he also challenged me to do something for Chris that I will never do for him."

At the foot of the table Antoine said, "I have to admit that I was very impressed with Chris's control." He nodded to him. "I take my hat off to you my friend. I've experienced a number of Kelly's blow jobs. In my opinion, very few men could maintain their composure that well while getting one."

Keisha rolled her eyes. "Toine, give me a break! You're making a mountain out of a molehill. All Chris did was ask me a question about the Packer Eagle game."

Antoine shook his head. "Sorry Keish, but I beg to differ. Chris maintained a very calm demeanor during the entire time he was talking to you." He smiled at her. "I'm not sure I could have done it and I don't think you could either."

Keisha laughed. "Keep my cool while I'm getting a blow job? Sorry Toine, it's not an issue for me. I don't have a dick. I can't get a blow job."

Tonya giggled. "But you can certainly get head. Keish you love having your pussy licked."

Antoine nodded. "Yes you do and I don't believe that you can carry on a calm collected conversation while someone is doing it to you."

Shaking her head, Keisha said; "This is silly. Of course I can."

Kelly smiled at her and quietly said, "Show us."

Keisha looked at my wife with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Carry on a conversation with us while you're getting head. Timmy gives wonderful oral. He can get under the table and lick your pussy right now."

"Why don't you do it?"

My wife grinned at Keisha. "Because I know I can't. The minute Timmy's tongue touches my cunt I lose all of my composure."

Tonya nodded. "That's the truth. He's only done me one time, but I know that the moment he sucks my clit into his mouth and starts flicking it with his tongue it's all over for me."

Keisha looked at both women with an incredulous expression. "Oh come on now, you two are pros. You can't tell me that all it takes to get your undies twisted is a little pussy licking."

Kelly laughed. "Nothing twists my undies faster than Timmy's tongue."

Tonya giggled. "There's only been one time, but I do have to say that it was definitely an undie twisting experience."

Keisha shrugged. "Okay, I admit he's good, but give me a break. We're pros. Sex is our business."

I was starting to get nervous. This was turning into a competition between Keisha and me. That was a situation I desperately wanted to avoid."

Antoine smiled at Keisha. "Well then, as Kelly just said; show us."

Keisha stared at everyone for a moment and then she started laughing. "Okay, what have I got to lose? I've only had a little sample of Timmy's tongue, but it was enough to know that he is good."

She turned to Gary. I could see her arm move over to him. I assumed that she was massaging his cock. "If nothing else, it'll get me in the mood to play some very naughty games with you after dinner"

Tonya laughed. "Keish, you're always in the mood for naughty games."

Keisha nodded emphatically. "Yes I am, and I'm about to play one right now." 

She turned and leered at me. "It's time to get under the table Timmy, you have some pussy licking to do."

Kelly waved her fingers at me. "Dicklet, come here."

I walked over and stood next to my wife. She put her arm around my waist and held me close to her. "Timmy honey, I want you to give Ms. Edwards your very best effort. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Mason, I do."

"That's a good boy." She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I told you that we were just starting to play."

I winked at Kelly. For a moment we grinned at each other and then she patted my butt and said, "Go get her big boy."

As I was getting under the table I heard Antoine say, "I've got my money of Timmy."

Tonya answered, "I don't know, Keisha can be very competitive.

Keisha laughed. "Damn right I can and I'm feeling pretty fuckin competitive right now."

I was excited. Not only because I was about to lick a beautiful woman's pussy, but also because my wife's friends regarded me as adept, even expert. With the exception of Gary, everyone in that room was a professional. The fact that they respected my oral skills was extremely gratifying to me.

I crawled over to Keisha and signaled my presence by kissing the toe of one of her high heeled pumps.

Above me she announced, "My challenger has arrived." She pulled her skirt up to her waist, slumped down in her chair, slid her hips forward and spread her legs. "Let the games begin."

I was nervous. As I looked up at Keisha's shaved cunt I felt butterflies in my stomach. The opinion of Kelly and her friends was important to me. I wanted to acquit myself well.

Taking a deep breath, I gently brushed Keisha's pussy with my lips. She shivered with excitement.




Courtesan Ch. 24



When I was first learning to give oral, Kelly had always stressed that I should be gentle while we were getting started. She explained that before a woman is fully aroused her cunt can be very sensitive.

Applying that lesson, I covered Keisha's pussy with soft kisses. As I kissed her I could feel the moisture of her arousal on my lips. She was already excited.

The room was silent. I assumed that everyone's attention was focused on Keisha.

Above me, I heard her say; "So Chris, you asked me about the Packer Eagle game. I think the Packer's chances depend on their ability to run..."

Extending my tongue, I gently licked the cleft of her pussy.

Keisha's voice quavered for a second, but then she quickly continued. "...the football. If the Eagles can force them to pass on every down, they'll lose."

I started vigorously licking her cunt.

That caused a brief pause before she asked; "So Chris what do you think?" 

I thought I could detect a tightness in her voice, but I had to admit that she was doing a good job of maintaining her composure.

Chris chuckled. "I think it's up to their defense. Keish, what's your opinion of the Packer defense?" 

I smiled. Chris had just adeptly shifted the burden of the conversation back to Keisha.

I found her clit and kissed it.

Keisha gasped. 

I began rubbing the base of her cunt with the tip of my finger while I continued kissing her clit.

There was a moment of silence and then I heard Keisha say, "I really like the three four defense they play." Her speech was a little more forced than it had been a minute earlier. I was getting to her.

Behind me, Tonya said; "Keish you're looking a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, I'm..."

I pushed my finger into her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth.

Keisha gasped again, but still managing to maintain her composure, she answered; "...I'm fine, football gets my adrenalin going."

Kelly laughed. "That's not all that's getting your adrenalin going."

Everyone at the table chuckled.

I took a quick break so that I could put my finger in my mouth and get it nice and wet; then, placing my lips back around Keisha's clit, I reached under her and began massaging her asshole with the tip of my now moist finger.

As soon as she realized what I was doing, Keisha cried out; "Shit that's not fair! He's rubbing my asshole with his fingertip while he's sucking on my clit. Nobody can keep it together while someone's doing that to them."

Keisha's complaint made me stop what I was doing and jump back.

She immediately protested. "No don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Quickly wetting my finger again, I returned it to Keisha's anus and sucked her clit back into my mouth.

That made her giggle with delight. "Yes that's it! That feels wonderful"

Around us, the room was silent. No one was talking. I was certain that everyone's attention was focused on Keisha. 

Keisha took a deep breath and whispered; "Timmy, you are an evil bastard. That feels so good. You're driving me mad."

I pushed my finger into Keisha's asshole and started flicking her clit with my tongue while I sucked on it at the same time. 

That caused her to gasp and then she giggled and said, "Damn you Timmy!"

I kept fingering Keisha's ass and sucking and flicking her clit. I could feel the tension building in her body. Her cunt was dripping wet. She started trying to hump my face. 

But then she stopped. For a moment she was perfectly still. I could feel the overwhelming tension in her body, but she wasn't moving at all. Suddenly she screamed, "Oh shit!"; and started to laugh as an orgasm erupted inside her.

I continued sucking Keisha's clitoris. For a few seconds she cried and laughed and mashed her sopping cunt into my face and then her climax started to subside. Gradually, her cries of joy became soft whimpers and the tension in her body disappeared. Once she was fully relaxed I released her love bud and gave her pussy a soft kiss.

Keisha gently rubbed my head with both of her hands and whispered, "Timmy, that was magnificent."

Looking up at her, my face glistening with the moisture of her arousal, I winked and said; "It was my pleasure."

Giggling, Keisha said, "No, it was our pleasure."

I gave her pussy one more kiss and then I turned. As I was crawling away I heard her sheepishly say, "I guess I lost."

In a very tender voice Tonya said, "Keish honey we all knew you never had a chance." 

"What do mean?"

This time Kelly answered. "One of the qualities that makes you such a great courtesan is your openness to pleasure. You respond so easily to another person's touch. Sweetheart, it's not difficult to make you cum."

Giggling, Keisha said; "What can I say, I love to get off."

I was crawling out from under the table between Tonya and Kelly when Tonya reached down and grabbed my shoulder. "Just a minute sweetie. Before you get up I'd like a little taste of the same sugar you just gave Keisha."

I looked up at my wife. She smiled at me. "We have time babydoll. Give Tonnie a nice kiss."

I nodded to Kelly and then I backed up and positioned myself between Tonya's legs. She pulled up the hem of her skirt and spread her thighs. 

When she felt me kiss her pussy, Tonya sighed. Like Keisha, she was already wet. I kissed and licked her for a moment and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. 

Just as I was feeling Tonya's excitement beginning to grow, she patted my head and said. "That's enough sweetie. I don't need to cum right now. Antoine will take care of that later. I just wanted a quick thrill."

I looked up at her and smiled. 

Patting my head once more, she said; "Thank you babydoll, that really was very nice."

I started to crawl out from under the table again, but this time Kelly stopped me. "Timmy honey, before you get up I'd like a kiss; just one quick kiss."

I smiled at my wife and moved between her legs. Kelly parted her thighs. I looked up at her beautiful pussy, a pussy that tonight belonged to another man.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes. This was different than it had been with Keisha and Tonya. This was my Kelly, the love of my life. I buried my face between her thighs and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with passion, a movie kiss. 

Sensing the intensity of my adoration; Kelly placed her hands behind my head, pulled me to her and held me there. I didn't lick her or try to suck on her clit. I just kissed her.

After a moment she whispered, "Timmy I love you too." And then she released me.

I looked up at Kelly and smiled. I'm certain that my face was coated with the combined moisture of Keisha's, Tonya's and her arousal. 

Kelly smiled back at me.

I winked at her.

We were both grinning as I crawled out from under the table.

While I was standing up Antoine stood and held up his glass. "A toast to my friend Timmy, a master of cunnilingus." He looked at me with a huge smile on his face. 

I laughed.

Chris stood and held up his glass. "To Timmy in acknowledgment of his proficiency and to our four courtesans. They are all true mistresses of pleasure."

Mandy and I stood by the wall and watched while everyone raised their glasses of wine and drank. We were of course slaves. As slaves, we weren't allowed to participate in toasts with our superiors.

As soon as everyone had set down their glasses, Kelly turned to Mandy and me and said; "Nymph and dicklet, it's time to serve the lasagna."

With a polite bow, Mandy answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, right away." Then she turned to me. "Come dicklet, we have work to do."

The dinner was a great success. The lasagna was well received. Gary had three helpings, Chris and Antoine each had two. During the meal Mandy and I hovered around the edges of the table filling wine and water glasses and generally trying to provide anything that was needed. Kelly acted the role of the arrogant hostess with perfection. She did everything she could to make me feel like a lowly slave. It was unbelievably exciting.

Once everyone was finally finished eating, Kelly turned to me and said; "Dicklet, that was an excellent meal."

At the other end of the table Antoine pushed his chair back and laughed. "It was fabulous, I ate so much that I might have to take a two hour nap."

Playfully poking him in the ribs, Tonya said; "Not a chance big boy. We have some serious fucking to do before you can even think about sleep."

Antoine grinned at everyone and then he shook his head in mock distress. "Being a handsome stud certainly can be difficult at times."

Tonya rolled her eyes. "Watch it studman, I might just decide to trade you in for Timmy. His tongue felt very nice when he was under the table. Before you say anything more, I suggest that you should take a moment to consider how it would feel to go home tonight without getting laid at all. You might discover that there's more than one kind of stress in this world."

Antoine winked at me and then he turned to Tonya. "Ms. Lewis, I beg you to forgive my brash and impulsive remark. I was foolish and spoke without thinking. Everyone knows that a man would have to be a witless buffoon to even consider taking a nap when he knew that your delectable favors were soon going to be available to him."

The entire group was chuckling. Tonya stared at Antoine. She was trying to maintain a stern expression, but finally she burst out laughing.

Antoine started to speak again, but Kelly held up her hand and stopped him. "Toine as a close personal friend I would advise you to be quiet. When you find yourself standing neck deep in a hole it's generally a good idea to stop digging."

Flashing Kelly a boyish grin, Antoine said; "My grandmother used to tell me that." He shrugged. "Unfortunately, I was never very good at taking her advice."

Kelly shook her head and then she pushed her chair back and stood up. "Why don't we retire to the living room before our brash friend buries himself completely." 

Turning to me, she asked; "Dicklet, what do we have for dessert?"

"I have a nice selection of the same chocolates that I served to you and Mr. Kendricks last night."

My wife nodded her approval. "Very good." Then, smiling at her guests, she explained; "The chocolates are excellent. My slave buys them at a little shop near the University."

That was the first time that Kelly had actually referred to me as "my slave". It sent a shiver of excitement rippling through my body.

Chris stood up and offered his arm to my wife. She took it. Everyone else also stood. While they were all leaving Kelly called to me; "Dicklet, we'll have dessert and coffee in the living room. You should also bring a round of rusty nails."

As I watched my wife walk out of the dining room clinging to the arm of another man I quietly said; "Yes Ms. Mason, right away."

Mandy took my hand in hers and cuddled up next to me. I was very aware of her naked breast as it pressed against my bare arm. Gently kissing my cheek, she whispered; "Being a cuckold slave can be painful."

I sighed. "Yes it can."

Giggling, she said; "It's good thing that you're a masochist, isn't it."

I stared at her for a moment and then I started laughing. "Yes, it certainly is."

Mandy winked at me and said; "Let's go slaveboy, we have more work to do."

As Mandy pulled me towards the kitchen I remembered how excited she'd been earlier that day about the prospect of getting to serve as a slave with me. I now understood. This could be very lonely job if you were doing it by yourself.

Once we got into the kitchen we went to work. It was fun, we were learning to function as a team. I'd already brewed two pots of coffee. While I was filling two carafes, Mandy set up a tray with cups and saucers, a small pitcher of cream and a bowl of sugar. After I put the carafes of coffee on her tray I made a plate of chocolates and set it on the tray next to the cups and coffee. As soon as that was done Mandy picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

After she was gone I went to work making eight rusty nails. While I was mixing the after dinner cocktails I heard music start to play. I listened. It was Otis Redding. That made me smile. The party was starting heat up. My wife loved to dance to old rhythm and blues songs.

While I was finishing the cocktails Mandy returned to the kitchen. As she set her empty tray on the counter, I asked; "How did they like the chocolates?"

She laughed. "Nobody noticed them. Keisha is doing a strip tease."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes, it's something that we do all the time for the associates we entertain at Eagle Lake and Evergreen.'

I smiled as I imagined my wife dancing naked for a group of middle aged businessmen.

Noticing my excited expression, Mandy laughed and said; "Your imagination is running wild right now, isn't it Timmy."

I grinned at her. "Yes, it certainly is."

Mandy gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then she loaded six of the rusty nails I'd just made onto her tray and picked it up. As she turned to leave the kitchen she said; "Why don't you start clearing the dining room table while I deliver these cocktails. That will give you an opportunity to sneak a few peeks at what's happening in the living room." 

That was the only prompt I needed. After quickly wiping off the counter, I eagerly followed Mandy out of the kitchen.

Once I was in the dining room I went right to work gathering up plates, silverware and glasses. While I worked I furtively watched what was happening in the living room. 

As usual, I first looked for Kelly. She was sitting on the couch snuggled up to Chris. He had his arm possessively wrapped around her shoulders. Her hand was resting on his lap. I was quite certain that she was massaging his cock while they watched Keisha dance.

Antoine and Tonya were seated on the love seat. Tonya was cuddled up to Antoine. She also appeared to be playing his cock.

Gary was sitting in the large stuffed chair. Keisha was straddling him. She was completely naked. Gary was sucking on one of her large brown breasts while she seductively swayed her hips in time to the steady rhythm of the Otis Redding song that was playing in the background.

I gathered up a stack of dishes and carried them into the kitchen. While I was loading the dishes into the dishwasher Mandy came in carrying her tray. It was filled with dirty glasses. I smiled. She was a great work partner.

She set her tray down on the counter next to the dishwasher and casually remarked, "If you're curious, that's often how we do it at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

I paused for a moment. "I am curious, tell me more."

"Okay, when the partners are entertaining a group of business contacts, each of us is generally assigned to one specific person. Our job is to make sure that our man has an evening, a day or sometimes even an entire weekend that he'll never forget. Basically we try to become his hot girlfriend for the whole time were with him. After we've had dinner we'll often retire to one of the parlors so that we can take turns dancing for our men while everyone else watches. When it's our turn our man moves to a chair of honor and we put on the hottest show for him that we possibly can. It's usually a combination strip tease and lap dance."

Grinning at her, I said; "I'll bet it's very popular."

Mandy nodded. "Oh yes."

The Otis Redding song ended. There was a short pause and then I heard Wilson Pickett start singing. 

Mandy listened for a moment and then she said, "It must be Tonnie's turn to dance. She loves Wilson Pickett."

I smiled. Kelly shared the same love. I remembered spending countless hours with my face buried between Kelly's thighs while she lay on her back with her eyes closed listening to "In the Midnight Hour".

Grabbing my hand, Mandy pulled me through the kitchen door. "Come on Timmy, let's go see a little bit of Tonya's dance while we finish clearing the dining room table."

As soon as we entered the dining room we moved to a spot where we could discreetly peek into the living room. Kelly was still on the couch snuggled up to Chris, but now his pants were unzipped. His huge cock was out. My wife was slowly stroking him while they watched Tonya dance.

Gary and Keisha had moved to the love seat. Keisha was still completely naked. Gary's pants were open and his cock was out. Keisha was bent over sucking him while he watched Tonya.

Antoine was now occupying the stuffed chair. His eyes were glued on Tonya. She was standing in front of him, slowly inching her skirt down her thighs while she lasciviously swung her hips in time to the music.

I chuckled.

Mandy looked at me and said, "What?"

I grinned at her. "You four women definitely know how to entertain a man."

Mandy grinned back at me. "Yes we certainly do."

We watched for another minute and then Mandy whispered to me, "Come on Timmy, let's finish clearing the dining room table."

Reluctantly, I went back to work. We quickly gathered up the rest of the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. As I was loading them into the dishwasher Mandy said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to go check to see if anyone needs anything."

I nodded. 

Mandy hurried out of the kitchen. She was gone for several minutes. I was putting the detergent into the dishwasher when she returned. 

"Timmy hurry up and finish what you're doing. Tonya's almost done with her dance, then it will be Kelly's turn. She said it would be okay for you to kneel in the corner of the living room and watch while she dances for Chris. She also told me to tell you that after Chris, Antoine and Gary leave you're going to get to sit in the big chair and all four of us are going to take turns dancing for you. She said that you'd understand."

I smiled. Kelly remembered how hurt I'd felt on the previous Wednesday when I learned that she'd been regularly dancing for a host of other men, but had never once danced for me. After she realized what had happened, I think Kelly was just as hurt as I was. That was the day we ended up driving down to her old office so that she could pick up some of the sexy outfits she'd worn while she did her entertaining. That night she'd been determined that we wouldn't go to sleep until she'd danced for me.

I closed the dishwasher. After I pushed the power button I turned to Mandy. "Yes I understand. It's a gesture intended to make up for an oversight that occurred during our recent marital troubles."

Mandy quietly said, "I think all of us understand." Then her compassionate expression turned to a smile and she started giggling. "Later tonight Mr. Jamieson, we are going to give you a show that you will never forget." She grabbed my hand. "But right now it's time to watch your wife dance for her boyfriend. Come on Timmy, this is going to be really hot." 

She pulled me through the kitchen door. I don't think I need to tell you that I didn't put up much resistance.

As we entered the dining room the Wilson Pickett song was ending. Mandy led me over to the dining room table. A black leather dog leash lay coiled in the spot where Chris had been sitting. I was certain that it hadn't been there when we were clearing the table a few minutes earlier.

Mandy picked it up. As she attached it to my collar she explained, "This is my idea. I had it in my overnight bag. If you're going to get to watch your wife dance for another man you really should be properly leashed."

I stared at her with a shocked expression, but I didn't resist. The truth was, I was incredibly excited and very nervous.

Mandy sensed my apprehension and gently said; "Timmy, relax. This is going to be very exciting and you don't have anything to worry about. Everyone in that room but Gary understands and if he opens his mouth Tonnie, Keish and I will rip his balls off."




Courtesan Ch. 24



That made me laugh and it also helped calm my nervousness. I smiled at Mandy.

Smiling back at me, she said; "That's better." 

She kissed my cheek and then she reached down the front of my shorts and gently grasped my penis. I had an erection. Grinning at me, she said; "I guess you're not too upset."

I laughed some more. "No I guess I'm not."

Mandy began slowly stroking my penis. As she stroked me, she whispered. "When I lead you into the living room, I want you to be so excited that you can barely control yourself. This is going to be the most humiliating experience of your entire life. Your wife is going to do a very erotic strip tease for another man and you're going to have to kneel in the corner like a dog and watch."

She continued stroking my erection. While she was doing it, Mandy slipped her other hand under my tee shirt and grabbed one of my nipples. Staring into my eyes, she gave it a vicious twist. 

I gasped.

Mandy smiled and gave my nipple another twist.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

"What are you?"

Her question confused me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She twisted my nipple again. "What are you? Tell me!"

Suddenly I understood. Breathlessly, I answered; "A slave!"

"That's right, who's slave?"

"Ms. Mason's slave."

"Are you going to disturb her while she dances for her lover?"

"No! I promise I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because she's my Mistress. Entertaining her lover is her right."

"Very good slaveboy." Smiling at me, Mandy released my nipple but kept stroking my penis. "Timmy are you excited?"

I laughed. "I don't think I've ever been this excited in my entire life."

An Al Green song started playing. That made me smile. Kelly loved Al Green. 

Mandy patted my butt. "It's time. Get down on your hands and knees."

I did as I was told. My entire body was tingling with excitement. As soon as I was on my knees Mandy whispered, "Are you ready Babydoll?"

I looked up at her. "Yes, yes I am."

"All right." Mandy tugged on my leash and said, "Heel". And then she started to walk. I crawled along next to her. My heart was pounding as she led me to the entrance to the living room.

The moment Mandy and I entered the living room my attention went directly to my wife. She was standing a few feet in front of Chris with her back towards me. He was seated in the overstuffed chair. She was staring into his eyes as she gracefully swayed her hips to the soft rhythm of the Al Green song.

Gary and Keisha were on the love seat. Keisha had stopped sucking his cock and was now cuddled up to him stroking his erection while they both watched my wife dance.

Antoine and Tonya now occupied the couch. Tonya was completely naked. Her soft body was pressed against Antoine's side. He had his arm around her shoulders. His pants and boxer shorts were draped across the end of the couch. His shoes and socks were on the floor next to him . He was still wearing his shirt, but it was unbuttoned. His monstrous black cock was sticking straight up in the air. Tonya's petite fingers were wrapped around it. She was slowly stroking him. 

Mandy tried to discreetly lead me over to the corner of the living room.

Chris must have caught our movement out of the corner of his eyes because he turned and looked at us. This caused Kelly to stop dancing and also turn. Everyone else's gaze followed my wife's.

"Damn! I don't believe it. That is totally mother fuckin amazing." Gary was shaking his head.

Keisha poked him. "Hush!"

He looked at her. "But..."

She poked him again. "I know, but just be quiet."

Surprisingly Gary nodded and stopped trying to comment. 

I looked at Kelly. She was staring at me in shock. It was obvious that the leash was completely unexpected. An expression of concern crept across her face. I could see that I needed to do something to put her at ease. Quickly deciding to rely on the same tactic that I'd used earlier in the dining room, I winked.

Kelly kept staring at me.

I winked again.

Tonya saw what was happening and realized that someone needed to say something to break the tension. She acted. "Mandy, what a great idea. This is very hot!"

Next to her Antoine said, "It really is, I love it."

I smiled at my wife. She kept staring at me, but slowly her expression of concern disappeared and she started to smile back at me. After a moment she took a deep breath and said, "Nymph, thank you for taking care of my slave."

Mandy bowed. "You're welcome Ms. Mason. If it's all right, we'll move over to the corner."

Kelly nodded. "Yes nymph, that will be fine."

Everyone watched as Mandy led me to one corner of the living room and kneeled down next to me. 

As soon as she saw that we were settled Kelly turned back to her lover and said, "Shall we continue?"

Chris eagerly answered, "Most definitely."

Kelly looked over at me. After giving me a quick wink she turned her attention back to her lover and started to dance again. Everyone's gaze immediately returned to her. 

I watched with envy as Kelly stared into Chris's eyes while she lasciviously swayed her hips to the easy rhythm of the Al Green song. As she danced for her lover, my wife ran here fingers through her long blond hair and then slowly let her hands slip to her bare neck and shoulders.

I glanced at Chris. He was already mesmerized by my wife's seductive performance.

Kelly's fingers found her luscious breasts. They were barely concealed by the brazenly low cut bodice of the pink knit cocktail dress she was wearing. She fondled herself for a moment and then still moving her hips in time to the music, my wife cupped those beautiful breasts in her hands and leaned forward so that she could give her lover an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage. While she danced in this position Kelly slipped her thumbs into the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, freeing her large breasts.

Continuing to move to the rhythm of the music, my wife stood in front of Chris holding up her naked breasts with her hands. She was symbolically offering them to him. Then, staring into his eyes, she lewdly licked her lips while she pulled and twisted her erect nipples.

Mandy leaned over and whispered to me, "Timmy are you okay?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I'm fine."

Kelly's hands left her breasts and slowly followed the soft contours of her body to her hips where they found the hem of her very short skirt. Lifting her skirt, she stepped back from Chris and started to dance more vigorously. I knew that Kelly loved to dance and as I watched her buoyantly move her feet, swing her hips, flip her long blond hair from side to side and playfully shake her now naked breasts; it was obvious to me that she was having a wonderful time. 

As my wife danced, she began to tease her lover with the hem of her skirt. Like a naughty little girl, she'd coquettishly lift it up, give Chris a quick peek at the cleft of her shaved pussy and then demurely pull her skirt back down again.

After doing this several times she winked at Chris and turned around. Still swaying her hips in time to the music; Kelly bent over, slowly raised her hem and exposed her gorgeous rear. While holding her skirt up with one hand, she reached between her legs with the other and began wantonly fingering her bare pussy.

Mandy reached over. When she felt my erection she giggled. "This is a pretty hot show, isn't it Timmy."

Breathlessly, I answered; "Yes it is."

Kelly stood up, turned around and stared into Chris's eyes. She slowly pushed her dress down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only her garter belt, nylon stockings and high heels. 

My wife looked down at the dress lying on the carpet next to her feet. For a moment she seemed to be thinking, then she smiled and looked at me. Bending over, she picked up the dress and said to Chris, "Don't go anywhere studman, I'll be right back."

Staring at me with a mischievous smile, Kelly walked over and carelessly tossed her dress to me. "Take care of this cuckboy. I won't be needing it anymore tonight." 

I caught the dress in the air. As I carefully straightened it I obediently said, "Yes Ms. Mason, I will."

Kelly winked at me and then she mouthed the words, "I love you Timmy."

I whispered, "I know that Ms. Mason. I love you too."

She nodded to me and then she turned, walked back over to Chris and stood directly in front of him. While she seductively swayed her hips in time to the music Kelly reached down, picked up his hand, placed it between her legs and closed her eyes. I heard my wife sigh as her lover pushed first one and then two fingers into her very wet cunt.

After enjoying her boyfriend's touch for a few seconds Kelly took a deep breath and pull his hand away from her sex. They were both obviously very aroused. 

Staring into Chris's eyes, Kelly said; "I think it's time for us to find a more private place to play." She gave his arm a firm tug.

As Chris stood up he chuckled and said, "I couldn't agree more."

My nearly naked wife started to lead her lover towards the hall that led to the bedrooms, but suddenly she stopped and turned around. There was an expression of mild chagrin on her face. Shaking her head, she said; "Keish and Tonnie, please excuse that brief lapse of etiquette. I'm afraid I lost my good sense for a moment."

Tonya laughed. "That's all right Kel, we both understand."

Keisha started giggling. Leaning over, she kissed the head of Gary's huge cock and then she looked up at my wife and said, "Yes we certainly do."

Kelly turned to Mandy and me. "Nymph will you please show Ms. Edwards and Mr. Simon to the guest room and dicklet will you make certain that Ms. Lewis and Mr. Carter are comfortable in the den."

Mandy stood up, tugged on my leash and pulled me to my feet. Once we were both standing, she said; "Yes Ms. Mason, we'll see to their every need."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you nymph." Turning to her lover, she then said; "My dear, shall we retire."

Chris chuckled and gallantly offered his arm to my wife. "By all means."

A surge of envy tore through me as my naked wife took her boyfriend's arm, walked down the hallway and disappeared into our bedroom. After they were gone I stood silently staring at the closed door. For a moment I didn't move. 

Mandy pulled me out of my reverie. Patting my butt, she said; "Come on Timmy, we have chores to do."

That was all I needed. I smiled at her and said, "Thank you". Then I turned to Tonya and Antoine and gave them a polite bow. "Ms. Lewis and Mr. Carter, may I show you to the den?"

Next to me I heard Mandy say; "Ms. Edwards and Mr. Simon, may I show you to the guest room?"

Everyone stood and followed us. As soon as we had the four of them situated in their rooms Mandy and I returned to the living room. We gathered up all of the loose clothing, brought it to the respective bedrooms and neatly folded it while our superiors were getting comfortable. 

After that was done we discreetly closed the bedroom doors and started to restore order to the house. We collected all of the loose plates and glasses in the living room, carried them to the kitchen and started the final cleanup.

While we were working Mandy casually remarked, "Timmy, considering that was your first time as a slave at a dinner party, you did a very good job."

I laughed. "I don't think I could have done it without you."

Mandy was drying a wine glass. She set it down, walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "We make a good team, don't we dicklet."

I smiled. "Yes nymph, I think we do."

She reached down the front of my shorts and grabbed my penis. "After we finish cleaning up it's play time for the slaves." She giggled. "I can't wait to feel this cute little cock in my pussy."

Suddenly I was overcome with anxiety. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I just stared at Mandy. 

She let go of my penis and looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Timmy, what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, I worked to regain my composure. Finally I managed to say, "Nothing, it's just that..." I paused and sheepishly stared at the floor.

"What? You can tell me."

After a moment I whispered, "I've never done it with anybody but Kelly."

"Timmy, that's silly. Earlier today you licked my pussy in my office and I know you've played with both Tonya and Keisha."

"That's true, but I never really did it with any of you."

Mandy sighed. "You mean you never fucked us."

In a very quiet voice I answered, "That's right."

Mandy gently stroked my cheek. She was smiling, it was a warm comforting smile. "It's okay Timmy. All of us know that. We don't care. You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I'm afraid that I might not be very good at it."

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "Timmy honey, you're going to be just fine. And if you're not, who cares? I'll teach you and after I've taught you everything I know; Tonya, Keisha and Kelly will take over and teach you everything they know. Babydoll you are about to receive a graduate school education in sexual pleasure and when the four of us are done with you, you're going to have a PhD."

I laughed. "Does that mean everyone is going to call me Dr. Dicklet?"

Mandy giggled; "Maybe, but I think it's more likely that we'll call you Professor Babydoll."

She patted my butt. "Come on, let's finish cleaning up so we can start your education."



Courtesan Ch. 25



This is the twenty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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We worked quickly. While we worked we heard a symphony of moans, cries and laughter coming from the bedroom hallway. It was clear that the superiors were all having a very good time.

Well aware of the fact that some of those sounds were coming from our bedroom, I started thinking about the previous night when I'd knelt on the floor at the foot of our bed and watched Chris fuck my wife. Those images had been etched into my mind. Now, as I listened to the muffled cries of pleasure coming from the direction of our bedroom, it was easy to picture Chris on top of Kelly, pumping his huge cock in and out of her sopping cunt while she furiously bucked her hips in response to each of his powerful thrusts.

Despite this distraction, I managed to continue working. It only took us a few minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen. As soon as I was done wiping off the counter tops Mandy slapped my butt and said; "Race you to the couch. Loser has to lick the winner's ass."

She tore out of the kitchen giggling like a school girl. Quickly forgetting about Kelly and Chris, I threw my sponge into the sink and sped after her. I caught up to Mandy just after she entered the living room and as she was diving onto the couch I leapt and landed on top of her. For a moment we rolled around tickling and pinching each other and laughing hysterically. Then Mandy suddenly rolled on top of me and pinned my shoulders to the couch. I could have kept fighting, but I didn't. Instead I just relaxed and smiled up at her. I'd lost all interest wrestling. 

Mandy stared into my eyes. For a moment we were both quiet and then she kissed me. Our giddy hysteria quickly turned into intense passion. We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes and then Mandy abruptly pushed me away and stood up.

Looking at her with a puzzled expression, I asked; "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Absolutely nothing!" Then, as she unclasped her cupless brassiere, she added; "I just want to get rid of some of these useless clothes. You might find it in your best interest to shed a few items yourself."

"You won't have to suggest that twice." I quickly stood up and pulled off my tee shirt.

Mandy stepped out of her mesh skirt. As she tossed it aside, she asked; "Would you like me to leave the garter belt and nylons on?"

Grinning at her, I shook my head and said; "Nope, I want you naked."

Mandy giggled. "Oh my! Listen to you, I'm creating an assertive stud."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her and said, "You should expect nothing less from Dr. Dicklet."

"How does Kelly put up with you?" Mandy was laughing.

In a voice filled with exaggerated seriousness, I said; "She is a very patient woman." 

Still laughing, Mandy shook her head and unfastened her garter belt, After she took it off she sat down on the couch and started rolling one of her nylon stockings down her leg. At the same time I pulled my shorts and panties down. 

When I exposed my erect penis, Mandy looked at it for a moment and then she smiled at me and said; "You do remember that we both have debts to pay, don't you."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Oh my, don't tell me you've forgotten already."

"I guess I have."

"First of all, I owe you a blow job. You remember, in the kitchen, before dinner; I made you jack off while I described what Kelly was doing with Chris in the living room."

"All right, yes I do remember that. Actually I'll never forget it. It was one of the hottest things I've ever done." Shrugging, I said; "I'd be willing to call that even."

Mandy giggled. "You really are a perv."

"Kelly says the same thing."

"That's one of the reasons we all like you so much. We're all pervs."

"I'm beginning to figure that out."

"Well I'm not going to call it even. I believe in paying my debts." Winking at me, Mandy added; "Besides, I can't wait to get that little dick of yours into my mouth."

"I certainly won't argue about that." I paused. After a a moment I asked, "You said we both have debts to pay. What's mine?"

"I beat you to the couch, silly. You have to lick my asshole."

A little surge of excitement rippled through my body. Taking a deep breath, I said; "I think we're both going to enjoy paying these debts."

"I was hoping you'd feel that way."

She stood up. "Come on Timmy it's time for you to sit in the big chair. I'm going to pay my debt first."

She took my hand and led me to the stuffed chair where Chris had been sitting while Kelly danced for him a few minutes earlier. "Sit down big guy, I want you to relax and enjoy this."

As I sat down, I tried to think of a snappy comeback. I couldn't. At that moment I was a little too nervous for clever quips.

Kneeling at my feet, Mandy leaned forward, picked up my tiny erection and lovingly kissed the head. I smiled, the light touch of her fingertips and lips were both comforting and exciting. She continued kissing the head of my penis for several seconds and then she parted her lips, took me into her mouth and started sucking me. At the same time she began stroking me with her fingers. 

As she worked I began to notice that her technique was very similar to Kelly's. Earlier that day Mandy had briefly sucked my cock in her office. Keisha had done it too. A few days before Tonya had given me a blow job when Kelly brought me to her office so she could recover some of her clothing. On all of those occasions I had been nervous and as a result, had actually paid very little attention to what was happening to me. 

Now I was starting to relax. As I relaxed I was becoming increasingly aware of the pleasure Mandy was giving me and how she was doing it. As she licked and sucked my cock I became more and more convinced that Mandy and Kelly had spent time discussing how to give a good blow job. I was also confident that I would later learn that both Keisha and Tonya used similar techniques. 

I thought about that, it made good sense. My wife and her friends were professionals. Sex was their business. I chuckled, even the hostesses at JTandR had inservice workshops.

Mandy took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You do understand that it's impolite to laugh while a woman is giving you a blow job."

Quickly realizing what I had inadvertently done, I shook my head and apologized. "I'm sorry, I was definitely not laughing at you. This is absolutely wonderful. I just happened to notice that you and Kelly use very similar techniques. I was laughing at the idea that the four of you must have blow job training sessions."

Mandy thought about that. After a moment she started giggling. "Well it's not like we go to seminars where they have powerpoint presentations, but we do spend time talking about how to pleasure a man."

Suddenly she burst out laughing.

"Okay, now what do you think is so funny?"

'I just imagined Tonya standing at the front of a classroom of adult women. She's wearing a professors robe and holding a pointer. Behind her there's a blown up photo of a woman sucking a huge, erect cock."

Grinning at Mandy, I said; "I don't believe they offer that course at Kelroy." 

She gave me a quick wink and said; "Maybe they should." And then she put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest. I immediately lost all interest in further discussions about technique.

Mandy sucked and stroked my cock for several minutes. Just as I was on the verge of cumming, she backed off. I was quite certain it was deliberate. 

I glanced down at her. She was looking up at me. Her fingers were still wrapped around my erect penis. There was a mischievous smile on her face. She giggled. "You understand that I'm not going to let you cum quite yet."

I grinned at her. "Since I seem to be entirely in your hands, it would appear that I don't have any choice."

Rolling her eyes at my terrible pun, Mandy giggled and asked, "Do you always make jokes during sex?"

I nodded emphatically. "Oh yes! With the exception of Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and you; all of the women I've ever had sex with later described the experience as one of the silliest moments of their lives."

Mandy looked at me with a skeptical expression. "Timmy honey, besides Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and me; exactly how many women have you been with?"

I pretended to think for a moment and then I said, "I'm not the kind of guy who keeps track, so I'd have to guess."

"That's okay, I'll take a ball park figure."

After pretending to think again I smiled at Mandy and said, "The number would be less than one."

She started laughing. "Less than one? That's..."

"Zero. Yes, well I was sheltered as a child."

Mandy looked up at me with an adoring look in her eyes. "Timmy, it really is easy to see why Kelly is so madly in love with you."

"You mean because I'm such a sophisticated ladies man?"

She laughed. "No, because you're so irresistibly endearing."

I blushed.

Mandy tapped my knee. "And now you're going to behave like a good boy and be quiet so that we can continue."

"Yes ma'am."

Still smiling, Mandy shook her head in mock consternation and then she started licking the base of my erect penis. I quickly lost the desire to crack more jokes.

Her tongue moved lower. She began licking my ball sack. At the same time she started stroking my erection with her fingers. I immediately recognized this as something that Kelly also loved to do. I always enjoyed it. Closing my eyes, I tried to relax.

As she licked, Mandy moved her tongue lower and lower. Soon she was exploring an area that Kelly had never visited. 

I started to get anxious. 

Mandy stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Timmy slide your hips forward and lean back."

There was no longer any doubt in my mind about she was planning to do. Looking down at her, I nervously asked; "Why?"

Mandy giggled. "That's a silly question."

I knew that this was the appropriate time for a clever response, but I was so flustered that I didn't have any hope of thinking of one. I'd never imagined that someone might actually want to do this to me. Timidly, I said; "You don't have to do that. In fact, it might be better if you didn't."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a sub. People don't do that for subs."

Mandy shook her head. "Timmy, I'm a sub too. That didn't stop you from doing it to me earlier today and I hope you're going to do it again in a few minutes."

"Yes but..."

"Timmy, you do it because you like to do it. Isn't that right?"

"Well yes."

"I like to do it too and I want to do it to you." She smiled at me. "I want to do it to you because doing it excites me, but that's not the only reason. I also want to do it so that you'll know what it feels like."

I thought about this for a moment and then I nodded and nervously said, "Okay."

I slid my hips forward, lay back and closed my eyes. 

Mandy stroked my cock a few times and then I felt her licking the base of my ball sack. Every nerve in my body was on edge as her tongue moved into the crack of my ass. I held my breath. She explored me. After a moment the tip of her tongue brushed my anus. 

I gasped

Mandy giggled.

She vigorously pumped my cock while she pushed her tongue deep into my asshole. The sensation was intoxicating; but as she continued I realized that anything she did while she was masturbating me that energetically would have to be thrilling.

Nonetheless, the entire situation was so charged with sexual excitement that it wasn't long before I felt the familiar warmth and tingling building in my loins. A second later there was a burst of exquisite pleasure and the first spurt of semen erupted from the tip of my erect penis.

Mandy kept pumping my cock. After I finished ejaculating she stopped, but continued holding it in her fingertips. When she finally felt it starting to soften she let go of it, climbed up onto my lap and put her arms around my neck. Softly kissing my cheek, she said, "Did you enjoy that Babydoll?"

I chuckled. "Yes, it was wonderful." I paused for a moment and then I quietly said, "But..." I hesitated. I didn't want to offend Mandy.

She kissed my forehead. "That's okay sweetheart, you can say it without hurting my feelings. Frankly I don't think it's that great either."

"But Kelly loves it so much"

"She's a dominant."

"I don't understand."

"Oh come on Timmy, yes you do. You're a very smart man. I'm sure you understand that our minds, our imaginations and our bodies all combine to create our favorite erogenous zones."

I thought about that for a second and then I nodded and said;. "Yes, of course. Now I understand and you're absolutely correct. When I'm doing it to Kelly it's a demonstration of my submission to her. She gets a thrill out of that."

Mandy smiled at me. "And that's also why you and I enjoy doing it so much."

"Because we get a thrill out of demonstrating our submission to our superiors."

She grinned. "That's right." And then Mandy pushed herself off of my lap and stood up. 

Still grinning, she grabbed my hand. "You know what else? It's your turn to do me."

Mandy pulled me out of the chair. As I stood up she triumphantly declared, "And now I get to sit in the royal chair."

Plopping down in the spot where I'd just been sitting, she spread her legs and lasciviously exposed her glistening cunt. Wiggling her finger at me, she said; "Come on dicklet, nymph wants to feel your tongue in her hot little pussy."

Excited, I dropped to my knees. Once I was positioned between her legs I looked up at her and smiled. "If I passed up an offer like that I'd have to surrender my membership in The Society Of Submissive Wimps."

Mandy stared at me for a moment and then exerting every bit of self control she had, she managed to maintain a straight face and casually say; "I didn't know you were a member of the SOSW."

In a very serious tone of voice, I replied; "Oh yes, I've been a member for several years. Are you a member?"

Looking at me with an expression that suggested that I was a fool for even asking, she said; "Well of course I am. Actually I happen to hold a seat on the executive board."

Just barely able to contain her mirth, Mandy grinned at me and added, "If you're a member of The SOSW, then you must know the secret kiss."

"Of course I do." 

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against Mandy's very wet pussy. As I pushed my tongue into her she sighed and breathlessly said; "Yes, that's right. That's exactly right."

She lay back in the chair, closed her eyes and relaxed. I began gently kissing and licking her. I wanted to give her my best effort. I tried to remember every trick and technique that I'd learned from my wife.

Pleasing Mandy was important to me because the two of us were becoming close friends, but I have to admit that there was another reason. My wife and her friends were professionals. Sex was their business. I knew that Kelly loved me and I was becoming increasingly confident that Keisha, Tonya and Mandy all liked me. Nonetheless, I still felt the need to prove to them that I belonged in this part of their lives.

I was reasonably certain that all of the men they played with when they weren't working, were macho studs. I realized that I wasn't one of those men and I fully understood that I never would be. While I accepted that as a fact, I also knew that I had some skills. Kelly had done a very good job of teaching me how to orally please a woman. Apparently for the past year she'd actually been lauding my abilities in that area to Keisha, Tonya and Mandy. 

I was gratified by that, but I was still a little insecure. In the world of sexual pleasure Mandy was extremely sophisticated. She'd been a thousand dollar an hour call girl in Las Vegas, a sex slave for one of the wealthiest men in America and now she made her living as a corporate courtesan. I was feeling like a little league baseball player who was being asked to pitch in the World Series. 

Over the past two days I'd had several brief encounters with Tonya, Keisha and Mandy; but all we'd really done was play around a little. This was the first time I was actually going to make love to one of these women. It was important to me to show Mandy that while I might be inexperienced, I at least had the potential to be a good lover.

I knew what I wanted to do. Just getting Mandy off wasn't enough. I needed to tease her and tantalize her. I wanted to try to drive her mad with excruciating pleasure and then, when she finally did cum, I wanted her to experience an earth shattering orgasm that she'd always remember.

Still, deep inside me it was difficult to forget that Mandy was an experienced sex professional and I was a bumbling little wimp. Because of that, I was initially a little tentative. 

I tried to focus on covering Mandy's pussy with gentle kisses. That always pleased Kelly, especially at first. As I kissed Mandy I heard her sigh and I felt her moisture on my lips. Knowing that she was aroused boosted my confidence.

To me, there is nothing more sexually stimulating than giving head to a woman. Realizing that I was arousing Mandy excited me. I was quickly swept up in the passion of the moment and forgot about my feelings of incompetence. My kisses became more ardent. I closed my eyes and held her narrow waist with my hands. Suddenly I wasn't just kissing Mandy's sex, I was making love to it. 

I could feel Mandy's pulse quicken. The fact that she was responding to my efforts excited me even more. Extending my tongue, I tasted her.

Mandy cooed with delight.

I licked her. At first I moved slowly and delicately; but as our passion grew my self restraint disintegrated and I pleasured her with raw unfettered urgency.

Mandy responded by mashing her sopping cunt into my face. I reveled in the taste of her arousal and licked her with even greater intensity. She grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands and then while holding me in a vise like grip she started fucking my mouth.

Both of us were slipping into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust, but I wasn't yet completely lost. I remembered my original goal and pulled myself together. It wasn't enough to simply get Mandy off, I was striving to drive her wild with mind blowing pleasure. 

I sensed that this was the moment to act. As Mandy ground her wet slippery cunt into my face I found her engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth.

She gasped.

While I sucked on Mandy's clit I also flicked it with my tongue. Mandy relaxed her grip on my head. I could feel her losing her composure. She was on the verge of having an orgasm.

I wasn't ready to let her cum, not yet. I wanted to tease her and tantalize her some more. Before I finally brought Mandy to an orgasm, I hoped to give her every bit of pleasure that I possibly could.

Releasing her clit, I slid my tongue down the cleft of her pussy. Mandy uttered a whimper of disappointment. I ignored it and licked her slowly and gently until I sensed that she was regaining her composure. As soon as I was certain that she was once again in control of her lust I became more aggressive. I pressed my face into her cunt and fucked her with my tongue. I licked her until I felt her excitement starting to grow and then I moved my lips back to her clit and sucked it into my mouth again.

Mandy realized that I was toying with her. She reacted by laughing hysterically and screaming at me, "You dirty son of a bitch! You're fucking with me." 




Courtesan Ch. 25



I ignored her. I didn't need to respond. I knew she wasn't angry. Instead I went back to sucking on her clit while I flicked it back and forth with my tongue. I was confident that this would gradually drive her wild and eventually put her over the edge. 

Focusing my attention, I worked earnestly. It wasn't long before I felt the tension in Mandy's body again beginning to build. I kept sucking her. I was patient. I waited until she was just about to cum and then I released her clit and retreated back down to the opening to her womb. 

Giggling, Mandy slapped the side of my head and breathlessly said, "Damn you Timmy, you're evil."

I looked up at her. I could feel the moisture of her arousal coating my face. Teasingly, I asked; "Do you want me to stop?"

Mandy playfully waved her middle finger at me and then she laughed and yelled, "Fuck no! I want you quit fooling around and start licking me again."

Grinning at my friend, I pressed my lips into her dripping cunt and gave her a long slow kiss. 

She took a deep breath and whispered. "Damn Timmy, that feels so good."

After that we settled into a pattern. I would gently kiss and lick Mandy's pussy. Once I was certain that she had her lust under control I'd start fucking her with my tongue. When I felt her excitement beginning to grow I'd move up to her clit and pleasure her with all the intensity I could muster. 

As soon as I sensed that she was losing control and on the verge of cumming I'd release her engorged clit, slide back down to the slippery lips of her pussy and cover her with soft kisses and gentle licks. The moment I was confident that she'd regained her composure I'd start fucking her with my tongue again and when I felt her excitement start to grow I'd move back up to her clit.

I did this five times. Each time my lips left Mandy's clitoris she uttered a soft sigh of disappointment and when she felt me return there was a gasp of excitement.

The sixth time I sucked Mandy's clit into my mouth I didn't withdraw when I felt her excitement beginning to build. Instead, I slipped a single finger into her cunt and continued licking and sucking her clit. It was time to make her cum.

As soon as Mandy realized what I was doing she reached down and gently pushed my face away from her pussy. "No Timmy, I want you to lick my asshole before you get me off."

Looking up at her with a puzzled expression, I said; "But I thought you didn't care about that."

She smiled at me and then she slowly shook her head. "No Babydoll, I told you that it doesn't excite me as much as it excites dominants like your wife. That doesn't mean that I don't still enjoy it."

Mandy grinned. "It makes me feel wicked and I love doing things that make me feel wicked."

I laughed. "The other night Kelly told me the same thing."

Mandy giggled. "That doesn't surprise me. Your wife is one of the wickedest women I've ever met. She loves to do really naughty things."

"Yes, I know. She's told me about some of them."

Mandy stared at me. I was quite certain that she was wondering how much I actually did know. After a moment she asked, "You like having a wicked wife, don't you Timmy?"

I didn't have to think about the answer to that question at all. I just smiled at her and said; "Yes, I like it very much." And then I added. "I also like having a wicked best friend."

That made Mandy pause. She was quiet for a moment. Finally, in a very serious tone of voice, she said; "I just like having you for a best friend."

We stared at each other. After a few seconds Mandy started giggling. "I particularly like having a best friend who enjoys kissing my sweet little tush."

She lay back, slid her hips forward, spread her legs farther apart and pulled her feet up onto the chair cushion. Once she was set Mandy looked down at me with a lewd smile and whispered, "Hop to it pussyboy. It's time for you to lick my asshole."

"Are you sure? It seems like that would be an awfully wicked thing to do."

"Yes it does, doesn't it. I can't wait."

I leaned forward. Mandy's breath caught as I slowly ran my tongue through the entire length of her gorgeous rear. When my lips touched her tiny anus I felt her shiver with excitement and when I began probing her with my tongue she started giggling and whispered, "Timmy that is so fucking nasty. I just love it."

Without taking my tongue out of her ass, I glanced up at Mandy. She was watching me. There was an excited smile on her face. When she saw me looking at her she lasciviously licked her lips, slipped her fingers up to her sweat covered breasts and started pinching and twisting her nipples.

I pushed my tongue deeper into her asshole.

Mandy squealed with delight. "Yes Timmy! That's right! That's exactly what I want. You're such a nasty little asslicker."

The unabashed vulgarity of Mandy's comment excited me. At that moment I really did feel wicked. Shamelessly, I tried to push my tongue even deeper into her ass. At the same time I reached up and rubbed her clit.

"Oh yeah, that's it babydoll. Frig my clit while you tongue fuck my asshole. Make me cum!"

Mandy savagely pulled and twisted her nipples while licked her ass and rubbed her clit. For a moment it seemed like we were suspended in time and then I felt the tension building in her body.

Suddenly she reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair and ruthlessly pulled me up to her cunt. "Eat me Timmy! I want to cum all over your face."

I didn't even think about what was happening. I just pressed my face into Mandy's aroused sex and started licking her.

She grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands and held me to her. As she ground her sopping cunt into my lips and nose I heard her take a deep breath. For a moment she was absolutely still and then she screamed.

Mandy's entire body started to shake, but she still continued fucking my face and I kept licking her. She had me in a headlock, so I really didn't have any choice. It didn't matter. At that moment I so aroused that all I wanted to do was keep my face buried in this beautiful woman's gushing cunt.

Time lost it's significance. I have no idea how long we stayed in that lewd embrace. I would guess that it was probably only a few seconds. Finally Mandy relaxed her iron grip on my head, put her feet back on the floor and collapsed into the chair with her eyes closed. 

I leaned against one of her legs and smiled. My face was coated with the moisture of Mandy's lust. The intense excitement of the last few minutes had left me breathless. While I needed a moment to regain my composure, I was still excited. Glancing down, I saw that my tiny penis was sticking straight up.

I gazed up at Mandy. She opened her eyes. She looked at me for a moment and then she smiled and very quietly said, "Timmy that was wonderful."

I gave Mandy a modest not and said, "Thank you, I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did."

"Spoken like a true submissive." Mandy giggled. "I think our motto has to be, it's better to give than to receive."

I grinned at her. "That's certainly my philosophy."

Glancing down at my erect penis, Mandy smiled and said; "Oh my, it appears that somebody is revitalized and ready to return to action." 

She stood up, then she reached down, grabbed my arm and gently pulled me to my feet. "Come on studman, let's move over to the couch. I've been looking forward to feeling your cute little cock inside my pussy all day."

As Mandy led me over to the couch, I laughed and said; "Do you say that to all your studs?"

Letting go of my hand, she lay down on the couch and winked at me. "Just the ones with wonderful little cocks like yours." And then she reached out and squeezed my tiny erection. "This is going to fit very nicely in my petite little pussy."

"Will it fit as nicely as Antoine's big cock?" The words just popped out of my mouth. As soon as I realized what I'd said I regretted it.

Mandy sat up and studied my face. After a moment she sighed. "Men! You just don't understand. Timmy honey, I can take Antoine's cock. I even enjoy it because he's such a gentle, caring lover; but it's definitely not my favorite. Frankly I prefer about six inches. That's more than enough to keep me happy, but..."

"That's still about and inch and a half more than I have."

"You didn't let me finish."

"Sorry."

"For me the way a guy uses his cock is much more important than the size." Mandy smiled at me. "This morning, Kelly told me that you like to dance. Timmy I've been waiting all day to dance with you. Keisha and Tonya heard about it too and they're both envious that I get to have you first."

I laughed. "They seemed pretty happy with Gary and Antoine."

Mandy shook her head in frustration. "Yes Timmy, I'm sure they're enjoying themselves right now, but that doesn't mean that they're both not eager to have you. You and I are submissives, they're not. Tonight we're their slaves. This was the only pairing that would have worked. Babydoll, there are going to be other nights. Nights when we'll all just be together as good friends and both Keisha and Tonya are going to want you on some of those nights."

Smiling sheepishly at Mandy, I said; "I'm sorry, I guess I feel a little self conscious about the fact that my penis is about the same size as a ten year old boys." 

Mandy reached out and took my hand in hers. "That's all right Timmy, I understand." She gave me a warm smile. "But please believe this. When I was working as an escort I quickly learned to judge men by the size of their hearts, not by the size of their cocks. My dear friend, by that criteria, you are the king of the world." 

I grinned at Mandy.

She gave my arm a yank and pulled me down on top of her. "Come on King Timmy, it's time for us to dance."

And we did. 

I started with a slow waltz. This was what Kelly had taught me two nights earlier; One, two, three, one, two, three; in, rest, out, in, rest, out.

Mandy picked up the rhythm immediately. After a minute she started giggling and said, "Timmy this is wonderful. Where did you ever learn to do this?"

"Kelly taught me earlier this week. I was really nervous. We've never actually fucked very often. I think she was just trying to get me to relax."

"Did that bother you? I mean not that other guys were fucking her, but that you weren't getting to fuck her."

We were both still keeping the rhythm; one, two, three, one, two, three. It reminded me of a scene from an old movie that had two people making casual conversation while they waltzed on the dance floor. 

I thought for a moment and then I answered. "Kelly and I talked about this a little the other night. I guess I just accepted it as part of our relationship. I knew that Kelly was always getting regularly fucked by several other guys. I assumed that my tiny dick and my tendency to cum quickly made it pretty hard for me to compete with them. When we were together Kelly loved having me go down on her and I loved doing it. That made both of us happy. It was always easy for me to get her off. I mean I could make her cum three or four times in an evening. After she was well satisfied Kelly would always reward me with a hand job and sometimes even a blow job. I liked that because I didn't have to worry about how poorly I was performing. When Kelly was getting me off I could just relax and enjoy it."

Mandy looked up at me with a skeptical smile. 

I shook my head. "What?"

"You can't fool me, there was more to it than that."

"Like what?"

"I'm willing to bet that you were very excited by the idea that Kelly was putting out for all those other guys, but refusing to do it for you. That played right into your masochism, didn't it."

"Kelly didn't really refuse, it just sort of happened that way."

"Don't quibble, you understand exactly what I'm saying.

I laughed. "You know me much too well."

She shrugged. "We're both submissives. I understand how your mind works. I'm also quite certain that Kelly found it every bit as exciting as you did, maybe even more so. Timmy that was the beginning of your dominant submissive relationship."

Nodding, I said; "I never really thought about it like that, but now that you say it I have to admit that you're probably correct."

"Yes I am."

"Okay, but if that's true; why did she let me fuck her the other night?"

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Timmy you're smarter than that. Think about it."

For a moment, I considered Mandy's question while we quietly fucked. Finally I answered, "I suppose she felt guilty about everything that's happened during the past year."

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "That might have been part of it, but I don't believe it was the real reason."

"All right, what do you think was the real reason?"

"Timmy honey, Kelly lost you last week. When you left her she was forced to confront the possibility of actually having to live the rest of her life without you. That made her understand just how much you mean to her and how much she loves you. I think she also realized just how selfish she's been. Babydoll, your wife will continue playing with other men. It's in her nature. I don't believe she could stop if she wanted to."

Mandy smiled up at me. "But from now on she's going to be paying a lot more attention to making sure that your needs are being fulfilled. Sweetie, your wife loves you, cares about you and most of all doesn't want to risk losing you."

I started to respond. "But..."

Mandy pressed two of her fingers against my lips. "Shhhh, enough talk, it's time to for us to concentrate on fucking. We can talk more later. Do you know any other dances? This waltz is fun, but I'm ready for something a little more up tempo."

"Kelly and I did the rumba the other night. We both thought it was fun."

"The rumba! How do you do that?"

"The rhythm is slow quick quick. Like this." 

I paused for a moment and then I pushed my cock in and out of Mandy in one smooth, slow, very deliberate motion. I waited one count and then I quickly pumped my cock in and out of her two times and paused again. After another count I repeated the same slow, quick, quick motion. Mandy picked it up immediately and on the third time she was moving with me. 

Together we danced the rumba. 

After several minutes Mandy started giggling. "Timmy this is fabulous. I want to try this with music. Could we do that some night?"

Grinning at her, I said; "I think that would be a lot of fun."

"Tonya and Keisha are going to want to do this too. Will you dance with them Timmy?"

"Are you asking me if I'm willing to have sex with two beautiful women?"

Mandy laughed. "I guess that was a silly question."

We stopped talking and focused on the dance. As we danced our excitement grew. It wasn't long before both of us began to have trouble keeping the rhythm.

Suddenly Mandy shook her head in frustration and said, "Screw the dance. Fuck me Timmy, fuck me as hard as you can." 

That was all the encouragement I needed. We rutted like wild animals. Mandy had two orgasms. Just after she'd recovered from the second one I felt that familiar tingling growing in my loins. 

I don't know how, but Mandy sensed it. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and cried, "Timmy stay inside me. Stay as deep inside me as you possibly can. I want to feel your hot cum pumping into my womb."

I did.

As soon as I was finished ejaculating Mandy wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me down on top of her. "Lay on top of me Timmy. I want to feel your body pressing against mine."

We lay together on the couch, me on top of Mandy, both of us naked and sweaty. Gradually my small penis softened and slipped out of her very wet cunt. Neither of us cared. We were spent. All we wanted to do was hold each other and enjoy the warm afterglow of our sex.



Courtesan Ch. 26



This is the twenty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Mandy and I had just finished fucking. We were lying on the couch, wrapped in each others arms, totally relaxed. At that moment, I think both of us would have been happy to lie on that couch and drift off into a gentle, contented sleep. 

That wasn't going to be an option.

We'd only been lying there for a short time when the den door opened and Antoine walked out into hall. As he was tucking his shirt into his trousers he looked back into the den and said, "Thanks Tonnie, you were wonderful. That was just what I needed."

From inside the den we could hear Tonya's voice. "You were pretty wonderful too Toine. I'll see you tomorrow night at Eagle Lake."

Antoine nodded. "I'll be there, 6:00 o'clock, right?"

"Yes, Martin and the associates will be arriving at 6:30. That will give us a half hour to get ready. You're going to be with Madeline Cross. You've entertained her before. She's with that investment firm in Chicago. You remember her, don't you."

Antoine smiled. "Oh yes, I remember Madeline. She's an attractive middle aged blond with a very nice figure. I'll check my notes, but I'm reasonably certain that she's married to a big time Chicago real estate broker and has two kids. She's a very elegant and refined woman." He laughed. "Until she gets into the bedroom and then she turns into a real slut. She has a thing for sucking big black cocks."

Tonya laughed. "My kind of girl."

Antoine chuckled. "Mine too."

"Goodnight Toine."

"Goodnight Tonnie."

Antoine walked over to the guest bedroom door and knocked. "Hey Gary, wrap it up in there. It's after midnight. We have to get you back to your hotel room. You have an early plane to catch in the morning."

From the other side of the closed door Gary answered. "Yeah, okay; give me a minute. I have to get dressed. 

Chuckling, Antoine said; "All right, I'll be waiting in the living room."

He turned, as soon as he started walking towards the living room he saw us and smiled. "Well it certainly looks like the two of you have been having a good time."

I rolled off of Mandy and stood up.

Mandy sat up. She looked at Antoine with a twinkle in her eye and said, "Timmy taught me to dance."

Antoine stared at Mandy with a puzzled expression. After a moment he grinned at both of us and said, "They gave us dancing lessons in my high school physical education class, but I'm quite sure that we kept our clothes on and I don't remember using any couches."

Mandy winked at him. "I think this was a little more intimate form of dancing than they tried to teach you in high school."

"I think I'd like to learn a little bit more about this."

"Maybe on our next night off we can have a little dance class." Mandy playfully poked me in the ribs. "Professor Babydoll can be our instructor."

Looking at me with raised eyebrows, Antoine queried; "Professor Babydoll?"

I chuckled. "It's an honorary title bestowed on me by Madam Nymph."

Antoine laughed. "Tonnie and I had a wonderful time in the den, but I think we might have had even more fun if we'd stayed out here with the two of you."

The guest bedroom door opened. All three of us watched as Gary stepped out into the hall. As soon as he saw us he smiled and walked into the living room. "Toine, I'm ready to go." 

Antoine smiled at his friend. "Hey Gary, did you have a good time with Keisha?"

Gary shook his head. "Toine, she was absolutely fabulous. Keisha has to be the most sensual woman that I've ever met."

I looked at Mandy with raised eyebrows. I'd already dismissed Gary as an unsophisticated boor. His description of Keisha as a sensual woman made me wonder if I'd judged him too quickly.

Mandy gave me a subtle nod. She was apparently having the same thought.

Antoine grinned at his friend. "She is fun, so are Tonya, Kelly and Mandy. All four of these women understand how to have a good time."

"Damn right we do, and we also know how to entertain a couple of yokels like the two of you."

We all looked down the hallway. Keisha was standing in front of the guest bedroom door. She was naked. I stared at her for a moment. I couldn't help myself, she truly was both a beautiful and sensual woman.

Antoine started laughing. Gary looked at Keisha with a wounded, almost puppy dog expression. I was definitely revising my opinion of him. This was a very sensitive man.

Keisha noticed Gary's hang dog face and realized that she'd hurt his feelings. She walked over to him, put her arms around his neck and softly kissed him on the lips. "Sweetheart, I was just teasing. Antoine and I rip on each other all the time. You're an excellent lover and I had a very good time tonight."

Gary smiled at her.

"Hey big guy, the next time you're in town I get you. Keisha can have your yokel friend."

We all turned. Tonya was standing in front of the den door. She was also naked.

Throwing his arms up in mock dismay, Antoine said; "Hey how did I suddenly become the bad guy?"

Tonya walked over and poked him in the ribs. "You're not a bad guy, but life would be so dull for Keish and me if we didn't have you to tease."

He laughed. "At least it's good to know that I'll always have a place in your lives."

Giggling, Keisha said; "We might eventually get tired of you, but I'm absolutely certain that we'll always have a warm place for that big black snake you have hanging between your legs."

Antoine touched his hand to his head in an exaggerated femme fatale gesture. "I'll always be nothing but a piece of meat to the two of you."

We all started laughing. 

Gary grabbed his friend's arm. "On that note I think it's time for us to leave."

Grinning, Antoine said; "I wholeheartedly agree." And then he turned to me. "Timmy, thank you for a wonderful dinner and a magnificent evening."

Gary extended his hand. "Timmy, thank you for including me. You and your wife throw a fabulous dinner party. I visit this city several times a year. Antoine always knows when I'm coming. If you'll have me, I would love another dinner invitation."

Taking his hand, I smiled at him and said, "I glad you enjoyed yourself Mr. Simon, I'm sure..."

Before I could say anything more Mandy interrupted me. "I'm sorry Mr. Simon, but dicklet is just a slave in this household. Any decisions about who is invited to the social functions held here are strictly up to his Mistress, Ms. Monroe. I'm certain that if you ask him, Mr. Carter will gladly relay your desire for another invitation to her."

Gary was a bit flustered by Mandy's intervention. He looked at her and then he looked at me. Finally he turned to Antoine. "Will you tell Kelly?"

Antoine smiled. "Of course I will. Come on, it's late; let's get going."

All four of us walked them to the front door. As they were leaving Antoine looked at Tonya. "Tonnie I won't go looking for Realtors with you in the morning. I'm sure that you, Keish, Mandy and Kelly can do an excellent job of that without my help, but keep me posted, okay. If you do start looking at houses, give me a call. Otherwise I'll see you at Eagle Lake at 6:00."

Tonya smiled. "I'll call you in the afternoon and give you an update."

We were all naked, so as soon as Antoine and Gary left the house we quickly closed the door behind them.

Once they were gone Tonya said, "Timmy I'm thirsty, do you have any diet soda?"

I nodded. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen. This is Kelly Mason's house. We're always well stocked with diet soda."

A few minutes later all four of us were seated around the dining room table sipping soft drinks. Keisha was telling us about Gary. He'd surprised her. Apparently he really was a sensitive caring lover. 

She was just describing how he'd lain back on the bed and let her mount him so that she could ride him cowgirl when I heard our bedroom door open. After a moment Kelly and Chris appeared in the living room. Chris was dressed. My wife was completely naked. 

As they walked across the living room they were both totally oblivious to our presence. My wife had her arm around her boyfriend's waist. Her cheek was pressed against the side of his chest. Chris had his arm possessively wrapped around Kelly's shoulders. 

Mandy was sitting next to me. She looked at me with a concerned expression and then she reached over and gently stroked the back of my hand. Tonya and Keisha had their backs to the living room. When they noticed that both Mandy and I were looking past them they turned. 

As soon as Tonya saw Chris and Kelly she realized why Mandy and I were staring and turned back to me. "Timmy, don't let it bother you. It doesn't mean anything. That's just the way she is."

I nodded to Tonya, but I still stood up and walked over to the doorway to the living room. Stopping there, I quietly watched my naked wife and her boyfriend. Pangs of jealousy tore at my gut, but I forced myself to ignore them.

When they got to the front door Kelly reached up and put her arms around Chris's neck. He wrapped his arms my wife's waist and held her close to him. For a moment they stared into each other eyes and then they kissed. It was a long kiss filled with passion. When they finally broke apart Chris held my wife in his arms and they whispered to each other like lovers sharing intimate secrets. 

After a few seconds Chris released Kelly from his embrace. She kissed his cheek and said, "Good night."

Chris stepped out the front door. As soon as it was closed Kelly turned around, rested her back against the oak door frame and sighed like a teenage girl in love. 

I watched as she leaned against the doorway and quietly stared at the parquet floor in the front hall. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up. She saw me.

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then an expression of apprehension crept across her face as she realized that I'd just witnessed a very intimate moment between her and her boyfriend.

Obviously distressed, she closed her eyes. After a second she opened them again and looked at me. Desperately shaking her head, she said; "Timmy, I'm so sor...".

I held up my hand and stopped her; then I smiled, gave her a wink and whispered, "It's okay, I understand."

It took a a moment for Kelly to realize that I wasn't angry or hurt. Once she understood she grinned, raced over to me, threw her arms around my neck and showered me with kisses. "Timmy I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad, that's just the way I am."

"I know that and now that I understand, it makes me love you even more. Kelly honey, you are beautiful and intelligent; but most of all you are a wonderfully romantic and passionate woman."

Behind us Keisha laughed. "That's the fuckin understatement of the year."

Kelly turned and stuck her tongue out at Keisha. Keisha retaliated immediately, but she escalated the conflict. She not only stuck her tongue out at Kelly, she also put one of her thumbs in each of her ears and wiggled her fingers.

We all started laughing.

Tonya rolled her eyes and said, "I'm glad to see that the two of you are once again acting in the mature, dignified manner that we have learned to expect from you."

Kelly grinned at Tonya. "Keish and I owe it all to you Tonnie. You're our role model. Everything we know we learned from you."

Shaking her head, Tonya said; "I'm going to change my name and move to another country."

I smiled at her. "Tonya, if I bring you another one of those chocolates that you had for dessert tonight, would you agree to stay?"

Her face lit up. "Are you telling me that there are more of those wonderful chocolates in this house?"

"Yes I am."

Kelly patted my naked butt. "Timmy please bring us a plate of chocolates and I'd like a diet ginger ale." Glancing around the table, she asked; "Does anyone else need something to drink?"

Keisha, Mandy and Tonya all shook their heads. 

I hustled into the kitchen, two minutes later I was back with the chocolates, Kelly's soda and a stack of napkins.

Kelly was seated in the chair at the head of the table. I placed her diet soda in front of her, set the plate of chocolates in the center of the table and distributed the napkins. As I was doing it a little surge of excitement rippled through me. Serving four beautiful naked women while wearing nothing but a dog collar is a submissive masochists wet dream.

Once I was finished, I stepped back from the table and stood next to the kitchen door. This was where Mandy and I had positioned ourselves during dinner.

As soon as Kelly realized what I was doing she shook her head. "No Timmy, the games are over for tonight. We want you to sit with us." Suddenly she sighed. "I'm sorry, I guess I should have helped you with the chocolates and gotten my own soda."

I shrugged. "It's okay, I like waiting on you."

Kelly stood up. "Babydoll you'll have lots of chances to wait on us in the future. Right now we just want you to be with us." She pulled out the chair at the head of the table that she'd just vacated and motioned to it. "Please sit here."

Shaking my head, I stepped back. "No I don't think that would be right. That should be your chair."

Tonya nodded. "He's right Kelly. I understand exactly why you want him to sit there. You love him." She shrugged. "Hell, I just met him and I'm already in love with him too."

I blushed.

Tonya noticed. She laughed. "Look at him, how can you not be in love with him."

She paused for a moment and then she said, "But when we move into the house we're planning to buy." She made a quick nod towards me. "Again because of this absolutely wonderful man."

I looked down at the floor. Tonya's praise was embarrassing me.

This time she ignored my discomfort and continued. "I think all of us have made the decision to adopt a life style that many people would have trouble understanding. I really can't begin to explain why, it just seems to suit our personalities. Maybe it has to do with how we earn our living. It's possible that working as hostesses has taught us to be a little less judgmental about the various quirks that people have. In any case, I think it's what all of us want. In our new house there are going to be superiors and slaves. I think it's important that even when we're not playing sex games, even when we're just relaxing and enjoying our day to day lives, the superiors should be accorded certain rights and privileges that are denied to the slaves."

She looked across the table at Mandy. "Do you agree with that?"

Mandy nodded. "Yes I do."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "I don't know. Timmy has made it clear that he wants to be my slave and I certainly do enjoy being a superior, but..." She paused to think. After a moment she said, "It's not so much that I love Timmy. I mean I do love him. I'm madly in love with him; but I'm not only in love with him, he's also my best friend. He was my best friend long before I realized that I loved him."

I smiled at my wife. 

She smiled back at me and then she sighed. "I don't want Timmy to have to call me Ms. Mason all the time. I want him to be able to call me Kelly, or even Kel. He loves to sneak up behind me and tickle my ribs. I don't want him to have to stop doing that. I love to sit at the dining room table and drink coffee with him while we read the morning newspaper. I..."

"Kelly, no one is suggesting that any of that has to stop."

We all turned and looked at Tonya.

"Mandy is one of my best friends. I don't want her to have to stop teasing me or arguing with me."

Vigorously shaking her head, Keisha said; "That's right, life would be much too dull if Mandy and I had to stop ripping on each other."

Mandy giggled. "Don't worry Keish, that will never stop."

Keisha held up her middle finger and waved it at Mandy.

Mandy grinned at her. "That's the friend I know and love."

Tonya smiled at Kelly. "Kel we're not talking about big things. Oh yes, there will be nights like tonight when we all want to play. On those nights I would imagine that you, Keish and I will become very dominant and we will expect both Mandy and Timmy to be deliciously submissive."

There was something about Tonya's use of the word, deliciously that made my entire body tingle with excitement..

"Kelly, they aren't going to be real slaves. All of us except for Timmy earn substantial salaries." Turning to me, Tonya said; "And Babydoll, you figured out the plan to get the house, so the rest of us are more than willing to support you for the rest of our lives. As far as I'm concerned you can spend all of your time working on your novel."

Keisha and Mandy both nodded in agreement.

"We'll find a housekeeping service, so none of us will have to do any cleaning; in fact we'll hire people to do everything that needs to be done. Timmy, you are a magnificent cook and I'm sure that all of us would be very happy if you decided that you want to do the cooking, but you don't have to do it. We can easily hire a cook."

Smiling at all of us, Tonya said; "No, I'm talking about little things, subtle daily reminders about our respective positions in the household. They will always be there to tantalize us and add a tiny bit of excitement to our every day lives." 

She looked at my wife. "Kelly you should never have to get your own soda and if you've had a hard day and feel the like soaking in a hot bath, Timmy should prepare it for you and serve as your attendant."

Kelly turned to me. "Timmy is this what you want?"

I hesitated for a moment. I had a sudden fear that this might be a much deeper question than it appeared to be on the surface, but then I relaxed. I was confident that I could always trust Kelly and I had a gut feeling that Tonya, Keisha and Mandy were just as trustworthy.

Slowly nodding my head, I said; "Yes Kelly, I think it is."

Mandy started giggling. We all looked at her.

"I know a job that Timmy should have."

Tonya smiled at her. "Tell us."

"He should be responsible for maintaining all of the sexy lingerie we wear on our dates."

I stared at Mandy in amazement, but I didn't object. 

Keisha, Tonya and Kelly all started laughing. 

Keisha grinned at Mandy. "Mandy honey, you are one of the most delightfully wicked women that I've ever met." 

That brought more laughter. 

I waited until everyone was quiet again and then I said, "I'd like to make a comment about the seating issue."

The four women turned and looked at me. Kelly said; "Please, Timmy, go ahead."

"You're making the assumption that I'm entitled to the chair at the head of the table because I'm a male. That certainly is a well established tradition in our society, but I'm not sure that it's all that valid. I think there are several criteria we could use to determine who the occupant of that chair should be that would make more sense than gender."

Smiling at Kelly, I said; "Income quickly comes to mind. You make more money than I do. .."

Kelly interrupted me. "Timmy, you know that has never mattered to me."

"I know, but it's still a better criteria than gender." I paused for a moment and then I said; "When we move into the new house, the seat at the head of our communal table should go to Tonya. Every one of you looks up to her because of her experience and wisdom and after getting to know her, I understand exactly why."

Tonya's jaw dropped. "Timmy!"

Reaching over, Keisha patted Tonya's hand. "He's right Tonnie, we all think of you as our big sister."




Courtesan Ch. 26



Mandy nodded. "Tonnie, I agree."

Tonya shook her head.

Kelly said, "But tonight I gave the chair to Chris. If I gave it to him; then Timmy, you should certainly have it too. You mean much more to me than he does."

I smiled. "That was because we were playing our game. On a night when Chris is just a guest in this house, where would he sit?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "I guess he'd just sit at the table. You and I should sit together and..." She shook her head. "This is so confusing. I don't know who should sit in this damn chair. Maybe we should just leave it vacant."

Mandy quietly said, "Kel, all Timmy is saying is that he doesn't think he has any more right to that chair than you do."

I nodded. "That's right and because of the life style we're choosing, I think that the head of the table in our personal household should always be occupied by you."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Are you sure?'

"Absolutely."

Slowly nodding, Kelly sat back down in the chair at the head of the table. As soon as she was seated she gestured towards the chair to her left and said, "Timmy please sit here next to me."

I smiled at her. As I sat down, I said; "Thanks Kel." The words just popped out. The moment I realized what I'd said I started to get nervous.

Kelly nodded and started to say something to Mandy and then she suddenly stopped and turned back to me. There was a surprised expression on her face. "Timmy what did you just say?"

Now I was very nervous. I stared at the table cloth in front of me. I was afraid to make eye contact with Kelly.

"Timmy?" Kelly's voice was soft and gentle, but she was demanding a response.

Very quietly, I answered; "I said thanks Kel."

My wife smiled. "That's what I thought you said." She leaned over and gently stroked my arm. "It's all right babydoll, I liked it. It's just that you surprised me. You've never called me that before."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "A couple of minutes ago I think I mentioned that I'd like it if you did call me Kel."

I nodded. "I know, I guess that's why I did it; but..." My voice trailed off.

"But what sweetheart?"

"I guess I'm nervous because I never thought it would be okay for me to do that. Only your friends call you Kel."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy I'm sorry, I sometimes forget how shy you are. I should have told you to call me that a long time ago." She smiled at me. "Babydoll, you're my best friend. You just heard me say that to Tonnie, Keish and Mandy. You've been my best friend since we were sophomores in college. If anyone in this world has a right to call me Kel, it's you."

She looked over at Tonya. "And this is not one of those things that we're going to reserve only for the superiors. Timmy is the man I love and my closest friend. No matter how we decide to live our lives in this new house, I will always treat him like my best friend and my one true love."

Tonya nodded to Kelly and then she looked at me. "Timmy I also want you to be my friend. When we're not playing our sex games I would like it very much if you called me Tonnie."

I was feeling a little embarrassed but I still managed to smile at her and say, "Thanks Tonnie."

"And you'd better start calling me Keish. If you don't, I'll take you across my knee and tan your backside."

Mandy giggled. "Keish, I think he might enjoy that. I know I would."

Keisha winked at Mandy. "You and I can discuss that a little later nymph. I think I might enjoy spanking you until you beg for permission to lick my pussy and my ass."

Lasciviously licking her lips, Mandy grinned at Keisha and said; "Mmmmm! I think I'm starting to get wet again."

Tonya rolled her eyes at the silly antics of our two friends and then she turned to my wife. "Kelly, you know our little sweetheart over there has made a lot of progress today. I was very impressed with the control he exhibited a few minutes ago when he watched you walking Chris to the front door. This morning that would have sent him storming out of the room in a snit. I think our babydoll deserves a reward."

Kelly leaned over and lovingly stroked my cheek. "Tonnie I couldn't agree more."

I glanced at the clock on the sideboard. It was almost 1:00 AM. I held up my hands. "Hey, it's getting late. In four hours I have to get up and go to work. I think I'll have to take a rain check on any rewards."

Tonya looked at me. "Timmy you don't need to work, especially not at a convenience store. Just call them in the morning and tell them you're not coming in anymore."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry Tonnie..." 

Smiling when she heard me use her nickname, Tonya interrupted me and said; "Timmy honey, it makes me so happy to hear you call me that."

I nodded to her and then I quickly continued. "Kirby and Elvira have become two very good friends and they're relying on me. I could never just call them and tell them I'm not coming in anymore."

Tonya looked at Kelly. "Do you know these people?"

"Kind of, I've never actually met them; but Timmy told Mandy and me about them this afternoon. They sound like wonderful people. We were going to tell you and Keish about them while we were getting ready for the party, but in the excitement I guess we forgot."

Keisha leaned forward. "Tell us now. I want to hear all about them."

I smiled. "It's getting kind of late Keish. Maybe I could tell you about them tomorrow evening."

Shaking her head, Tonya said; "We have to work tomorrow night. There's a big party at Eagle Lake."

Next to me Kelly quietly said; "I'm sorry Timmy, I have to work the party too. I was going to tell you this afternoon, but I guess that also slipped my mind during the excitement before dinner."

An air of disappointment crept over me. I frowned. During the past year I'd become very accustomed to hearing my wife tell me that she had to work on Saturday nights. I started to recall the loneliness and gloom I felt as I sat in the den by myself watching television while I waited for Kelly to come home.

Kelly sensed my sadness. She reached over and gently patted my hand. "Timmy I'm sorry, I wish I could stay at home with you; but this is part of my job."

I pulled myself together. Knowing that it really was part of her job helped. I smiled at Kelly. "It's okay, I understand."

"I'll be able to be home with you Sunday night." My wife looked at Tonya. "There isn't anything on the schedule for Sunday, is there?"

Tonya nodded. "No there isn't, but you do have a date at the Calvert Hotel on Monday night." She looked at me. "Timmy our schedule is usually set about a week in advance. Would you like me to start emailing you a copy?"

I smiled. "Thanks Tonnie, that would be very nice."

"Kelly none of us have to work Sunday night. Could we all come over here again?" Keisha was looking at my wife with a hopeful expression.

Tonya turned to her friend. "Keish, why don't you, Mandy, Antoine and I all have dinner together at The Goldenrod Supper Club. I think Kelly and Timmy might like to have a night at home alone together."

Kelly smiled. "Thanks Tonnie, that would be nice."

Keisha looked at me. "Then I definitely want to hear about your friends at the convenience store before we go to sleep tonight."

"All right Keish." I spent the next several minutes telling the story of Kirby and Elvira. By the time I got to the part where Kirby followed Elvira home, all four of the women were listening in rapt silence. 

When I finished describing how Kirby had held Elvira in his arms and nursed her back to health by spoon feeding her hot soup, Keisha looked at me with tears running down her cheeks and said; "Timmy, these are wonderful people."

I nodded. "Yes Keish, they are. That's why I value their friendship so highly."

Tonya shook her head. "People like Kirby should be recognized and rewarded for the wonderful things they do. I wish there was something we could do for him."

Next to me Kelly said, "Tonnie, there is something we could do for him."

"Tell us Kelly. What can we do to reward this wonderful man? Whatever it is, I'm in."

Nodding emphatically, Keisha said; "So am I."

I glanced at Mandy. She was smiling.

Kelly poked my thigh. "Tell them Timmy."

I took a deep breath and told the rest of the story. When I described the hotwife cuckold relationship that Elvira had had with her husband, Tonya smiled and said; "This woman really is our kind of girl. We have to meet her."

After I finished telling them about Kirby's kinky fantasy Keisha looked around the table and shrugged, "I guess it's a little weird but I have to admit that I think it sounds like fun."

Mandy nodded. "So do I Keish and I also think this wonderful man deserves a nice reward for being so kind to Elvira."

Tonya nodded. "I agree."

Kelly smiled at her friends. "So do I and I think we should do it."

Keisha giggled. "We have the whips, but where can we buy four latex suits?"

Tonya grinned at her. "On the Internet Keish. You can get anything on the Internet."

Mandy smiled at all of us. "Now that we've settled that, I think it's time to get back to the question of how to reward out sweet little babydoll and I do believe that he deserves a reward."

Smiling,Tonya said; "Mandy I totally agree with you." She looked at Kelly. "Kel do you have any ideas about what he might enjoy."

I smiled to myself. It was obvious that I was going to have absolutely nothing to say about this matter. I remembered what my Uncle Frank used to say; If you aint drivin the bus you might as well quit worrying, sit back and enjoy the ride. I decided to heed Uncle Frank's advice. I relaxed and got ready to enjoy the ride, whatever it might end up being.

My wife thought for a moment and then she said, "I know exactly what we should do." She stood up. "Girls, it's time move this party into our bedroom.

Everyone but me stood up. As Keisha pushed her chair back she giggled and said; "The bedroom, I already like this plan."

As soon as Mandy was standing she patted my shoulder and said, "Come on Timmy, stand up. I don't know what Kelly is planning for you, but I'm sure it's going to be fun. Your wife has a delightfully wicked imagination."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you Mandy, coming from you that is indeed high praise." She pushed her chair in, moved over next to me and kissed my cheek. "Come on Babydoll, you're going to love this."

I stood up. Kelly took one of my hands and Mandy took the other. As they led me out of the dining room Keisha and Tonya joined them. I was escorted across the living room, down the hallway and into our bedroom by four beautiful naked women. I felt like I was in the middle of an exotic sex dream. I guess I was, only this wasn't a dream, this was real. 

When we entered our bedroom my eyes went directly to our king sized bed. The covers were pulled down, the pillows were rumpled and there was a large wet spot in the middle of the sheet. It was obvious that my wife and her boyfriend had just had a very good time in this room.

Tonya noticed the wet spot and slapped Mandy's butt. "Nymph get over there and lick that cum off the sheet. None of us want to lie on a cold wet spot."

Mandy bowed obediently and started towards the bed. Kelly gently grabbed her wrist and stopped her. "Just a minute nymph." 

My wife turned to Tonya. "Tonnie, I think we should make dicklet sit in the wet spot. He knows exactly how it got there and who made it. That will help keep him humble while we're playing with him."

Tonya smiled. "Kel, you really are a very wicked woman."

Kelly grinned at her friend and then she turned to me. "Dicklet go lie down on the bed and I want you to be sure to plant your cute little tush right on that nice big wet spot."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason." 

As I climbed onto the bed every nerve in my body was tingling with excitement. Kelly understood me very well. She knew that a hint of sadistic domination and a dash of humiliation would be the spice that would make this game even more exciting for me.

I slid over so that I was sitting directly on the large spot of semen. It was cold and wet.

Kelly looked at me with a mischievous smile. "What are you sitting on dicklet?"

"A large cum spot Ms. Mason."

"Who made the spot dicklet?"

"You and your boyfriend."

"How did we make it?"

"He fucked you."

"That's right, he did. Where was his cock when he came?"

"I assume that it was inside you Ms. Mason."

"That's right dicklet, my lover's cock was inside my pussy when he came and after we were done fucking Chris pulled his big wonderful penis out of my cunt and some of his fresh warm semen dripped out of me and made the wet spot you're sitting on right now."

Kelly climbed onto the bed and pushed me back so I was lying down; then she straddled my face. "Look up dicklet, what do you see?"

"Your cunt Ms. Mason."

"It's the cunt that Mr. Kendricks just came inside, isn't it dicklet."

"Yes Ms. Mason, it is."

Kelly lowered herself down and pressed her very wet sex against my lips. "Kiss it for me dicklet. Kiss and lick the cunt that Mr. Kendrick's just finished fucking."

My wife knew exactly what she was doing. I was so excited that I could barely maintain my composure. I kissed her for a few seconds and then I pushed my tongue into her cunt and started licking her with wild abandon.

Kelly responded by grinding her sex into my face. For a moment we were both totally consumed by our lust, then suddenly my wife rolled off of me, lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

After taking a second to catch her breath and regain her composure, she said; "Keish, take my place on Timmy's face. Tonnie start playing with his cock and balls. You can suck him, but be careful. We don't want him to cum until we're done playing with him. Mandy get over here and start licking my pussy."

Keisha, Tonya and my wife took turns sitting on my face, fondling and sucking my penis and getting pleasured by Mandy. I don't know how many orgasms they had. I couldn't keep track. Neither Mandy nor I were allowed to cum. Every time they sensed my excitement starting to build they would back off and wait until I regained my control.

This went on for about an hour and then they finally began to tire. 

After having one last orgasm Keisha rolled off of my face, but rather than moving into position so that Mandy could start licking her cunt, she lay back on the pillows and sighed. "Damn that was wonderful, but I think I'm finished."

Tonya was playing with my cock. She paused for a moment and said to all of us, "I'm wearing down too."

Kelly sat up. She gently pulled Mandy's face out of her cunt and smiled. "Nymph that was wonderful, but now it's your turn to ride Timmy."

Mandy straddled my face. As she sat down, Kelly said; "Babydoll, as soon as you get Mandy off all four of us are going to give you an orgasm that you will never forget."

I smiled. Giving me a memorable orgasm wasn't going to be very difficult. I don't think I'd ever been that excited in my entire life.

As soon as Mandy sat down on my face I started licking her. She was already aroused. It didn't take long to make her cum.

Once she'd recovered from her orgasm, Kelly said; "Okay, now let's do Timmy. Mandy, you keep your cunt pressed into his face. Don't forget to let him breathe. Tonnie you've got his cock. Give him your best blow job."

Tonya laughed. "Kel, it'll be a pleasure."

"Keish, he loves having his nipples played with. You don't have to be gentle, but try not to hurt him. I'm going to play with his balls while Tonnie sucks his cock."

For the next few minutes I experienced pleasure that I'd never before imagined. When I finally came all of the women kept playing with me until I was completely spent. It was a magnificent orgasm.

After we were finished, the five of us lay together quietly in our big bed. We were all well satisfied, content and happy. Nobody seemed to want to move and no one did. 

It was Tonya, our leader, who finally sat up and broke the spell. "Kel, I'm ready to call it a night. Where do you want us to sleep?"

My wife smiled at her friend. "This is a big bed. I think we should all sleep right here."

Tonya shook her head. "That would be nice, but are you sure? Don't you want to be alone with Timmy for a little while?'

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, you're ready to sleep, aren't you?'

I nodded. "Yes I really am."

"Don't you think it would be nice if we could all sleep together."

Grinning, I said; "Yes I do."

Kelly smiled at Tonya. "I think that settles it. This bed is big enough for all of us. " My wife paused. She was obviously working out the logistics that would make this work. After a moment she said. "Mandy honey, you got to have Timmy for most of the evening and I'm married to him. I think we should let Keish and Tonnie have him for the rest of the night."

Mandy nodded. "I think that's fair."

Keisha giggled. "I like this."

Kelly reached down and grabbed the blankets. "Timmy help me pull the covers up."

Kelly and I pulled the covers part way up the bed. After we were done straightening them out my wife said, "Timmy you lie down in the middle of the bed. Keish you lie on his right and Tonnie you should lie down on his left. Mandy you cuddle up to Keish and I'll cuddle up to Tonnie."

There was a moment of chaos and giggling as we all moved into our positions, but once we were set we all quieted down immediately. We really were tired.. It had been a very big day. 

Kelly and I pulled the blankets up. After everyone was covered we all said good night and then we laid our heads down on our pillows and closed our eyes.

There were several minutes of silence and then Keisha started to giggle.

Tonya chuckled and asked, "Keish what are you giggling about?"

"I was just thinking that I'm glad Antoine's not here."

"Why is that Keish?" It was Kelly.

"His fuckin big dick would take up half the bed."

We all started laughing.



Courtesan Ch. 27



This is the twenty-seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



I'm quite certain that I've previously mentioned my outstanding internal alarm clock. I can't explain it, and it really doesn't matter how tired I am. If, when I'm going to sleep I make a mental note that I have to wake up in three hours; I will. Kelly has always been envious of this skill. Once she goes to sleep she needs seven alarm clocks and the entire Marine Corps marching band to wake her. Of course, knowing my wife, we can all guess what would happen if she was awakened by the Marine Corps marching band.

My first sensation was the feel of the soft feminine bodies pressing against me from both the back and the front. This confused me. I opened my eyes. A mane of long black hair was loosely piled in front of me. This confused me even more and then I noticed that my arm was draped across a soft coffee colored shoulder. I immediately discerned that this was not Kelly.

As I moved farther into consciousness, the fog started to clear from my brain. I began to remember the events of the preceding evening. I quickly realized that the brown shoulder in front of me belonged to Keisha and the soft breasts pressing into my back belonged to Tonya. 

Just as I was beginning to appreciate my predicament I remembered that I had to get up and go to work. I took another moment to enjoy the feel of the two luscious bodies that were encasing me and then I rolled over on to my back, carefully wiggled my legs out from under the covers and slipped off the bed. 

After I pulled the covers back up over Keisha and Tonya I stopped to gaze at my wife and my three new friends. Even when they were sound asleep all four women were still enchantingly beautiful. I spent a few seconds appreciating my good fortune and then I turned and hurried into the bathroom. 

As soon I finished my morning routine I dressed and silently slipped out of the house. 

It was exactly 6:00 AM when I turned into the parking lot of Kirby's Quick Stop. As I parked my Ford Focus behind the store I wondered if I really would be driving a new, much fancier car in the near future. When I walked into the store, I was day dreaming about what kind of car I might actually like to have.

Kirby was standing behind the counter drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. When he heard the door open he looked up. He smiled when he saw me. "Good morning Timmy, you look like you're deep in thought. What's on your mind?"

"Kirby, if I told you, I don't think you'd believe me."

The big man chuckled. "After that comment, you gotta tell me."

"Okay, but it's a long story."

"Good, that will make the morning go faster."

Behind me the door to the store opened. I turned. It was Elvira. She was already taking off her coat. As she walked over to the storage closet she said, "Timmy, don't you dare say one word until I've hung up my coat and have a cup of coffee."

Kirby grinned at her. "Morning Elvira, did you sleep well?"

"Morning Cookie, like a baby. Wolfie called me after I got off work last night." She giggled. "He came over and fucked the living daylights out of me. The poor guy wore himself out. When I left he was still totally zonked out in my bed."

"Why did you get up? You don't have to be here until noon." Winking at her, Kirby said; "You could have had a little wake me up sex before you came to work."

"Shit, after last night I doubt Wolfie will be able to get it up again for at least a day. Besides, I had to get over here to find out what happened to Timmy yesterday."

She looked at me. "First that mysterious Lincoln comes back and takes you away again, then a hot little brunette in a Jaguar brings you back. Timmy, I had to hear this story and there was no way that I was going to get it second hand from Kirby." Smiling at her friend, she said; "Sorry Cookie, but when it comes to peddling gossip you're a rank amateur."

Kirby shrugged.

Elvira walked over to him, kissed his cheek and grabbed his coffee mug. As she was refilling it she said, "But next to my Max you're the sweetest man I've ever met and you know I love you dearly."

As Elvira handed him his mug, now full of hot steaming black coffee; Kirby quietly said, Thank you Ellie."

My boss was a very shy man. I wasn't certain if he was thanking Elvira for refilling his coffee mug or the compliment. Since he had a tendency to be a man of very few words, it was probably both.

Elvira went back to the coffee pot and filled two Styrofoam cups. She kept one for herself. As she handed the other one to me she flashed me a loving smile and said; "Okay cuckboy, it's time to spill the beans. Tell us what happened yesterday and don't you dare leave anything out. We want to hear every juicy detail."

I shook my head. "It's a long story."

Elvira sat down on an old kitchen chair that Kirby kept behind the counter for her. "That's okay with me. I'm an old lady. I have lots of time." Then she nodded towards Kirby with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "We'll be keeping him from his titty magazines, but if he gets too impatient I'll just unbutton my blouse and show him mine."

Kirby blushed. "Ellie!"

"Sorry Cookie; next to sex with Wolfie, teasing you and Timmy has become one of the most enjoyable pleasures of my life. Both of you get so flustered so easily."

She turned back to me. There was a sweet grin on her face. "Okay cuckboy, start talking or I'll go after you next."

I grinned back at Elvira. I couldn't help it. She was one of the most endearing people I'd ever met in my entire life.

I spent the next several hours describing every detail of the previous day's events. 

I started with the meeting in Martin Jackson's office. When I told them about the plan to buy a house Elvira shook her head and said, "Timmy that sounds wonderful."

Kirby nodded his head in agreement.

I looked at them and saw the envy on their faces. I wondered if there was any way that they could end up living in the house too. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. That was a decision that I definitely could not make independently. 

I continued the story. I told them about Mr. Jackson's decision to test me by having Kelly suck his cock while I watched. They both listened in supportive silence as I confessed to my feelings of jealousy and hurt when I saw how focused and devoted my wife was while she pleasured him.

Kirby nodded in understanding when I told them about storming out of the building in a fit of temper. Elvira just looked at me. I got the impression that she was familiar with that particular situation. I assumed that her deceased husband Max had experienced similar growing pains while he was learning to accept and eventually enjoy his position as a cuckold.

I told them about Mandy and how she'd followed me to the bar where I'd taken refuge after I'd fled Mr. Jackson's office. Then I went on to explain how Wendell Tyler had arrived and together, the two of them had convinced me to return to the office and talk with Kelly. 

When I described Wendell I noticed a very distinct spark of interest in Elvira's eyes.

I told them about my meeting with Kelly and the honest discussion we'd had about our mutual feelings. I explained my realization that if I wanted to be included in this part of my wife's life I had to learn to accept seeing her in the arms of other men. I also had to be able to remember that even though she appeared to be momentarily devoted to these men, I would always be the love of her life. Elvira smiled when she heard this. Kirby was still a little confused. His confusion turned to shock when I told him about our decision to call Mr. Jackson and pick up where we'd left off before I stormed out of the building in a fit of jealous rage.

The both listened intently as I described watching Mr. Jackson make love to my wife. When I tried to explain Mandy's relationship with her boss and then told them how she had sat next to me so that she could encourage me and try to ease my hurt and jealousy, Kirby interrupted.

"Timmy are you telling me that this Mandy is really Mr. Jackson's sex slave?"

I nodded. "Yes, I suppose you could say that, but it's really a little more complicated. Let's just say that like me, Mandy is a submissive. She's in love with Mr. Jackson, and he's a dominant."

"She's in love with him, but she was consoling you while this Jackson guy was fucking your wife."

"Well not exactly consoling me. It was more like she was encouraging me and providing a little emotional support.

Kirby shook his head. "This is all very complicated, we'll have to talk about it more later."

I nodded to my friend and then I continued. I told them about meeting Tonya, Keisha and Antoine and described how our conversation in Mandy's office had turned into an orgy. 

After that I moved on to the dinner party. Elvira smiled and Kirby listened intently as I talked about how Mandy and I had obediently waited on Keisha, Tonya and my wife while they entertained their lovers for the evening. 

While I related the events of the party I explained how Mandy had continued to try to encourage and guide me. I made it clear that I firmly believed that because of her assistance; as the evening progressed, I grew increasingly comfortable about watching my wife focus all of her love and attention on her boyfriend. 

Kirby's excitement was obviously piqued when I described how my wife and her friends had taken turns dancing naked for the men after dinner; but he just stared at me with an amazed expression when I confessed to the excitement I felt as I watched Kelly lead her boyfriend into our bedroom and close the door behind them. 

It was Elvira's turn to be surprised when I told them about playing with Mandy in the living room after the others had retired to the bedrooms. She stared at me in shock. "Was that really all right with your wife?"

Kirby looked at her in amazement. "Why wouldn't it have been okay? She was in the bedroom boinking her boyfriend."

Elvira shook her head. "My Max never played around with other women. He was always faithful to me."

"But that wasn't fair. You were dating other men." Kirby was incredulous.

"No Cookie, it wasn't fair; but that was the way both of us wanted it." Elvira patted her big friend's arm. "Sweetie that's part of the cuckold hotwife lifestyle. The wife gets to play around as much as she wants while her little hubbie has to stay home all by himself." She giggled. "When she finally gets home, his wife might just take pity on him and let him lick her well fucked pussy while he jerks off." 

As I listened to Elvira I thought about all those nights in college when Kelly went out on dates while I patiently waited in her dorm room for her to return. Then a tingle of excitement rippled through me when I envisioned the evening ahead of me. Kelly would be going to a wild sex party at Eagle Lake and I would be spending the night at home alone, fantasizing about what she was doing at the party. 

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "I can't understand why any man would be willing to put up with that."

I grinned at my friend. "I guess it's kind of like eating raw oysters. It's an acquired taste."

Elvira giggled. "It certainly is." 

She paused for a second and then she looked at me and asked, "So why is Kelly letting you play around with other women?"

I had to spend a moment thinking about how to answer that question. It was complicated. Finally, I said; "I think there are several reasons. First of all she knows that because of her job there are many nights when I'm going to be home alone. She loves me, and she's worried about neglecting me. She likes the idea that Tonya, Keisha and Mandy will be able to take care of me while she's gone."

I paused to think some more and then I continued. "These are also her closest friends. None of them have a close relationship with a man. I suppose Mandy has one with Martin Jackson, but I get the impression that his schedule is so busy that the opportunities for them to spend time together are very rare. That's one of the reasons he was so enthusiastic when he heard about my plan to buy a house. He's worried about Mandy being lonely. Actually he's worried about Tonya, Keisha and Antoine too. I think Kelly feels the same way and in her mind she's sharing me with her friends."

Elvira nodded. "That makes sense. 

I smiled at her and then I was quiet.

Elvira watched me. When my silence continued she said, "You mentioned several reasons. That implies that there's at least a third one."

I reluctantly nodded. I was less eager to voice this reason. After a moment I decided that these were my friends and they deserved honesty. I looked at Elvira and said, "Guilt?"

Kirby looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Guilt?"

"Yes, Kelly feels terrible about neglecting me for the past year. I think that she may be allowing me to play with Tonya, Keisha and Mandy as a way of trying to make up for that neglect. Mandy doesn't agree with that explanation. She thinks Kelly does it solely because she wants me to be happy. I like to think that she's right."

"And why wouldn't you believe that?" Elvira was shaking her head. "Timmy honey, even if guilt is a partial motivation for what she's doing, that still means she loves you. If she didn't, she wouldn't give a hoot about whether or not she'd neglected you."

Kirby nodded. "She's right Timmy."

I smiled at them.

They both smiled back at me. For a moment we were silent and then Elvira said, "Okay, you did the dirty deed with Mandy while your wife and her two friends were in the bedrooms with their men. Did everyone spend the night? I mean are they all still there?"

"No the guys went home just after midnight."

"What about the other women? Did they go home too?" This time Kirby was asking the question. He was grinning. I could see that he was hoping I would tell him that they stayed for the entire night.

He wasn't going to be disappointed. I smiled at him. "No Kirby, the women stayed for the whole night. They were still there when I left for work this morning."

"No shit! Where did they all sleep?"

"All five of us slept together in our king sized bed."

"Naked?"

Chuckling, I said; "Yes, naked."

Kirby slowly shook his head. "Timmy, you dirty old fox."

I glanced at Elvira. She was sitting on her chair with her arms crossed. There was a huge smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying her good friend's excitement. When she saw me looking at her she winked at me. I winked back at her.

When I turned back to Kirby he was still shaking his head. I waited for him to ask me some more questions, but he didn't. After a moment it became apparent that he was stuck on the idea that I'd just come from a bed full of naked women and couldn't focus his attention on anything else.

Realizing that he needed a little push, Elvira said; "Timmy why don't you tell us what happened after the guys left."

That was all Kirby needed. He looked up and with a puppy like eagerness said, "Yes, what happened? Please tell us."

"All right, for a little while the five of us sat around the dining room table. We drank diet sodas, ate chocolates and talked."

Frowning, Kirby said; "That's all?"

I chuckled. "Well, all of us were naked."

His jaw dropped. "No shit!"

"No shit."

"So Timmy, what did you talk about? I'll bet the girls took turns telling you about the fun they had with their dates?" Elvira was smiling at me.

"They did a little of that, but they spent most of the time listening while I told them about you and Kirby."

Elvira and Kirby both stared at me with puzzled expressions. 

After a moment Kirby asked, "Why?"

"I was trying to explain to them that I needed to get to bed because I had to get up in a few hours and go to work. When she heard me say that, Tonya pointed out that now that I was back with Kelly, I really didn't have to have this job and suggested that I just call and inform you that I wasn't going to come in anymore. When I told them that I liked the two of you much too much to even think about doing that, they immediately demanded to hear more about you."

Elvira quietly asked, "What did you tell them about us Timmy?"

Elvira's tone of voice made me nervous. Suddenly I was concerned that they might feel like I'd been talking behind their backs. I realized that I was going to have to be very careful about what I said next.

"I told them a little bit about your cuckold hotwife relationship with Max." I looked at Elvira. "You understand that for these women that's a common interest."

She nodded.

"I also told them about how Kirby took care of you after Max died." Vigorously shaking my head, I quickly added; "I hope you two don't mind. I certainly wasn't trying to gossip about you." 

I smiled at Kirby. "It's just that you what you did with Elvira was a truly admirable. In my eyes, you're a hero."

"Mine too." Elvira was smiling.

"And Ellie, you do understand how good you've been for Kirby, don't you?"

She sighed. "Yes, we've been good for each other."

Kirby nodded. "Yes we have. Ellie, you're my best friend."

"And you're mine Cookie."

There was a moment of sweet silence and then I said, "If it would be all right, some day I'd like to write a story about the two of you."

Elvira smiled. "We'll see Timmy. Cookie and I are very private people." 

I shrugged. "Don't worry, I understand. I hope I didn't offend you by telling your story to Kelly and the other women."

"No Timmy, I'm not offended." Elvira glanced at Kirby. He was smiling. "And I don't think Cookie is either. Besides, I'm hoping that you had an ulterior motive for telling them the story."

Suddenly there was a flash of alarm in Kirby's eyes. "Timmy you didn't?"

Smiling apologetically, I said; "Sorry Kirby, I'm afraid I did."

Kirby buried his face in his hands. "Timmy they must think I'm a total creep."

"No Kirby, they don't think you're a creep. In fact, they thought your fantasy was kind of hot."

He looked up at me. "They did?"

I nodded. "Yes they did. You have to remember that fulfilling sexual fantasies is their business. I guarantee you that all four of them have acted out much kinkier scenes."

Elvira stood up and kissed his cheek. "Kirby honey, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your fantasy."

He shook his head. "Well I'm still kind of embarrassed about it."

I patted his shoulder. "Kirby, there is absolutely no reason to be ashamed. These women love kink."

He slowly nodded. "Okay."

Mercifully trying to change the subject, Elvira looked at me and said; "Timmy that was quite a day you had yesterday."

"Yes Ellie it certainly was."

"I think I'd like to..."

"Ellie! Timmy! Quick, look out the window. A fuckin Mercedes Benz just pulled into the parking lot." Kirby's voice dropped to a whisper. "Damn Timmy, take a look at the four babes getting out of it."

Suddenly he gasped. "Timmy, check out the jugs on the blond who was driving. Shit she might be the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen in my entire life. Do you think they're really going to come into the store?"

I turned to my friend. "Kirby I'm absolutely certain that they're coming into the store. That blond with the big jugs is my wife."

Looking at me in alarm, Kirby said; "Shit Timmy, I'm sorry! I mean I had no idea that your wife looked like... " He stopped himself. He thought for a moment. He was clearly flustered. Finally he just said, "Oh hell, Timmy I'm sorry about the jugs thing."




Courtesan Ch. 27



Elvira was laughing.

I smiled at Kirby. "Relax buddy, I'm not offended and frankly I doubt that Kelly would be either. She's used to it. She filled out when she was sixteen and males have been staring at her breasts ever since."

He shook his head in shame. "Yeah but she's your wife and you're my buddy."

Suddenly the door to the store flew open. Keisha stepped inside. She took a quick look around. As soon as she spotted me standing in front of the counter her face broke into a huge grin. She raced over, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Morning Timmy! We missed you. Mandy made breakfast for us, but she's not as good a cook as you are. Oh we found a Realtor. His name is Barry Dunlap. He's really cute. All of us want to do him."

Kelly walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. "Keish, can I have my husband for a moment?"

Keisha laughed. "Oh sure." She stepped aside. 

Kelly put her arms around me and whispered, "Good morning Babydoll."

I smiled at her. "Good morning Kel."

She grinned at me. "I like it when you call me that." Then she kissed me. It was a short simple kiss, but it was filled with love.

After we kissed Kelly stepped back and looked at Elvira and Kirby. "Hi I'm Kelly Mason, Timmy's wife. You must be Elvira Higgins and Kirby Lundquist. Timmy has told me so many wonderful things about both of you. He really likes you."

Elvira stood up. "It's a pleasure to meet you Kelly. We've heard wonderful things about you too."

Kirby just nervously stared at the floor. 

Behind Kelly, Tonya said; "Oh my! He is cute and he's shy too. I just adore shy men." She walked around the counter. As she passed me she reached out and patted my butt. "Morning Timmy."

I smiled at her. "Morning Tonnie."

Once she was behind the counter she stopped next to Elvira and extended her hand. "I'm Tonya, you should call me Tonnie."

Shaking Tonya's hand, Elvira said; "It's nice to meet you Tonnie, please call me Ellie."

"Thanks Ellie." Tonya turned her attention to Kirby. "You are an absolute hunk." 

Kirby's face turned beet red.

Tonya stepped over to him, kissed his cheek and gently rubbed his chest. "Kirby honey, you don't have to be afraid of me. I promise I won't bite you." She laughed. "At least not very hard." 

Kirby smiled at her. It was hard not to smile at her. Tonya was a delightfully charming woman. It was one of the attributes that made her such an outstanding courtesan.

Keisha followed Tonya around the counter. As she passed Elvira she said, "Hi Ellie, I'm Keisha. Everyone calls me Keish."

Elvira barely had time to nod before Keisha turned her attention to Kirby. She lasciviously licked her lips and said, "Tonnie you are absolutely correct. He is a hunk."

She positioned herself so that she was on the opposite side of Kirby from Tonya and immediately started to explore his body with her hands. "Kirby honey, I'm Keisha and I just love big men."

Kirby gasped as Keisha slipped her hand down to his crotch and found his penis. As she traced its outline with her fingertips, she said; "Tonnie honey this man is packin."

Tonya found Kirby's nipple. Gently massaging it, she seductively asked; "Honey, is there someplace a little more private where Keish and I could get to know you a whole lot better?"

I felt a hand on my butt. I turned. Mandy was standing next to me. She whispered, "Morning Timmy."

I smiled at her. "Morning Mandy."

She shook her head. "Tonya and Keisha can be incorrigible."

On the other side of me Kelly whispered; "Yes they can, but I think in this case it might be a good thing."

Elvira heard Kelly's comment and smiled. As she smiled she slowly nodded to Kelly, then she turned to Kirby. "Kirby dear, why don't you take Tonnie and Keish upstairs and show them your apartment ."

Kirby's head snapped around. There was an expression of alarm on his face. "Ellie!"

Elvira just smiled at him.

Tonya grabbed Kirby's nipple in her fingertips and gave it a gentle twist. "Come one big guy, it'll be fun. Keish and I know some wonderful games we can play."

"I ah....I don't know. My apartment is kind of messy."

Squeezing his penis, Keisha said; "That's okay, we don't mind. Besides we'll be too busy to notice. Have you ever had two girls at the same time?"

Kirby looked at Elvira and pleaded; "Ellie please help me!"

"Cookie, I am helping you. Sweetie, you're going to remember this for the rest of your life."

"But the store!"

"Timmy and I can mind the store. You know that."

"But..."

"No buts Cookie, it's time to let them take you upstairs."

Tonya took Kirby's hand. "Come on Cookie, we want to see your apartment."

As Tonya started to lead Kirby out from behind the counter, Kelly said; "Tonnie, don't you think he should have five girls at the same time?" She glanced at me. "You don't mind, do you Timmy."

I smiled at her. "Not at all."

Elvira looked at Kelly. "Five girls?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes Ellie, five; wouldn't you like to be part of the fun?"

"But I'm too old."

Mandy smiled at her. "Elvira, I've only known you for a few minutes, but from what Timmy has told me you have a young heart and a beautiful soul. You're also Kirby's best friend."

Elvira nodded. "Well I suppose I could go along and hold his hand." She looked at Kirby. "Would that be okay with you Cookie?"

Kirby nodded vigorously. There was a look of relief on his face. "Ellie I'd like that very much."

She turned to me. "Timmy, can you handle the store by yourself?"

"Of course I can Ellie."

Elvira walked over to Tonya and Kirby. "Why don't you let me take him Tonnie."

Tonya nodded and gave Kirby's hand to her. "I think that's a good idea Ellie."

Elvira gave Kirby a gentle tug. As he followed her out from behind the counter she said, "Come on girls, the stairs to his apartment is back by the beer cooler."

I smiled as I watched my wife and her friends follow Elvira and Kirby to the stairs. As soon as they were all gone I walked around behind the counter. As I sat down on Elvira's chair, I glanced at the clock. It was 11:20. My shift was going to be a little longer that day. I didn't mind.

It was just after noon when I heard the sound of footsteps coming back down the stairs. I looked up. Kelly, Mandy and Keisha came through the open doorway. As soon as they saw me all three of them smiled and walked over to the counter. 

Grinning at them, I asked; "Did you have fun?"

Kelly laughed. "Oh yes, but not as much fun as Kirby."

Mandy nodded. "I'll never forget the look on his face when we took off our tops and showed him our naked breasts."

Keisha looked at me. "Then your slut wife pushed him down on the bed, got on her hands and knees over his face and started brushing her bare nipples across his nose and lips."

I smiled at Kelly. "Knowing my friend's fascination with large breasts, I imagine that got a very eager reaction out of him."

She giggled. "It certainly did, but it was nothing compared to the way he reacted when he realized that Mandy and Tonya were pulling off his pants."

"I'm surprised that my buddy didn't go into shock."

Keisha laughed. "No, that occurred when Mandy started sucking his cock."

I shook my head. "Kirby must have had the time of his life. What else happened?"

Kelly smiled. "Keisha, Tonya and I took turns teasing him with our bare tits while Mandy sucked on his cock."

"Did Elvira just watch."

"At first she just held his hand." 

"At first? That means something else happened."

Mandy nodded. "I noticed that she was watching me while I sucked Kirby, so I took his cock out of my mouth and asked her if she'd like a taste."

"What did she say to that?"

"She was a little disconcerted by the question. Because of the difference in their ages I think Elvira has tried to avoid thinking of Kirby as a sex partner. Anyway, she didn't say anything for a moment. It was apparent that she was considering it. Finally she shook her head and told us that she was too old to be doing that with a man Kirby's age."

"I'm sure Kirby is at least twenty years younger than Elvira, but that doesn't make him a kid."

Mandy smiled. "You're right, but I think Elvira sees it as a very big twenty years."

"All right, I can see that. How did you respond?"

I didn't, your wife did it for me."

I looked at Kelly. "What did you say to her?"

Kelly shrugged. "I didn't actually say anything."

"I don't understand."

"At that moment it was Tonya's turn to tease Kirby with her breasts. Keisha and I were just sitting there watching. I was sitting right next to Ellie. When I heard her comment to Mandy I decided to intervene, but I didn't say anything. I simply reached around Ellie and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't move to stop me, so I slipped it off her shoulders, unfastened her brassiere and slipped that off too. Then I picked up Kirby's hand and placed it on Ellie's naked breast."

Kelly smiled. "When Tonya realized what I was doing she stopped brushing her nipples across Kirby's face and sat up. In a whisper she asked him if he thought Ellie was beautiful. He nodded and said that she was his friend and because of that she would always be beautiful." 

"So what happened?"

"Elvira turned and nervously faced him. Kirby smiled at her and gently twisted her nipple. She smiled back at him and then she took a deep breath and asked if it would be all right if she sucked his cock."

"What did Kirby say?"

"He grinned at her and told her that he'd like it very much."

Mandy shook her head. "It was really sweet. Ellie slipped down the bed. I slid over to make room for her. Once she was in position, Ellie wrapped both of her hands around Kirby's cock and smiled at him. He smiled back at her. Then she closed her eyes and kissed the head of his erection. Nobody moved. All three of us were completely enchanted. We watched in absolute silence while Ellie lovingly kissed and licked her good friend's cock. When she finally took it into her mouth and started sucking him, Keisha actually clapped."

We all looked at Keisha. She shrugged. "I can't help it, I'm just a sentimental person. It was a really tender moment. They're both wonderful people. Hell, you guys joined in and clapped too."

"Yes we did." Mandy was grinning.

"What happened after that?"

My wife smiled. "Mandy and Ellie took turns sucking Kirby's cock while Keish, Tonnie and I took turns teasing his face with our breasts. When Kirby was ready to cum we let Ellie get him off."

Kelly giggled. "She's our kind of girl. She kept his cock in her mouth and swallowed all of his semen."

I smiled at the three women. "Thank you, that was a really nice thing to do."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, you don't have to thank us. We all like Kirby. It's obvious that he's a wonderful man. Mandy, Keisha, Tonya and I all earn our living entertaining businessmen. Some of them are very nice guys, but some of them are egotistical, greedy, self serving snakes."

Keisha laughed. "They might be wealthy, handsome, immaculately groomed snakes, but they're still snakes. Doing a nice guy is always a pleasure."

Suddenly we heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. We all turned. Tonya came through the doorway first. Kirby was right behind her. Elvira followed Kirby. It almost seemed like the two women were providing an escort for my friend.

As soon as he saw me Kirby frowned and walked straight over to the counter. He was shaking his head. "Timmy, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I guess I just got carried away by the situation." He hung his head. "But I know that's really not an excuse. I'm ashamed of myself."

I looked at him. "Kirby, what's wrong?"

Still hanging his head he quietly answered. "While we were upstairs I messed around with your wife. Timmy, you and Elvira are my best friends. Hell, you two are really my only friends." 

Kirby sighed. "A guy should never be fooling around with his best friend's wife."

I smiled. As I smiled I glanced around. Everyone else was smiling too. They were all warm smiles, No one was scoffing at this display of integrity. 

Kelly put her arm around Kirby's waist. "It's okay sweetie. You know that Timmy and I have a different kind of marriage. He doesn't mind if I play with other guys."

Kirby nodded. "I understand that, but Timmy is still my good friend."

"Yes he is, and what we did together upstairs made him very happy.

Kirby looked at me.

I smiled at him. "Yes it did." And then I laughed. "And from what Kelly, Mandy and Keisha just told me; you had a pretty good time up there."

He grinned. "Timmy it was fabulous." Suddenly he caught himself and paused. He stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Are you sure you're okay with it?"

"Yes Kirby, I'm absolutely certain."

He sighed. It was a sigh of relief.

"I hope you get to do it again."

Kirby looked at me with an expression of pure amazement. "Again?" He glanced around at the women. They were all smiling at him.

Elvira walked over, put her arm around his waist and hugged him. "Don't get the idea that you're going to replace Wolfie in my life, but I would really enjoy giving you a blow job every day when I get to work." She giggled. "You can look at your titty books while I suck your cock."

Kirby's face turned a deep shade of crimson.

Tonya walked over and hugged him from the other side. "Sweetheart, today was just a little appetizer for you. This morning I ordered three latex suits on the internet."

Kirby gasped in shock.

Keisha giggled. "Next week three big breasted, rubber clad bitches are going to string you up and teach you the meaning of the word respect while our little slave girl nymph and her assistant Miss Elvira take turns sucking your big hard dick."

Kirby was speechless.

I smiled at my friend. "These women love acting out fantasies, so you'd better just accept the fact that it's going to happen." 

Tonya kissed Kirby's cheek. "And we absolutely adore you, so acting out your fantasy is going to be a real pleasure for us."

Kirby stared at the floor. It was obvious that he was a little bit flustered. After a moment he quietly said, "I'm not quite sure what I should say."

Tonya hugged him. "Sweetie, you don't need to say a word. Just keep taking care of Timmy and Elvira and we'll take care of you."

Kelly looked at the clock. "Hey everyone, it's 12:40. We're supposed to meet Barry at the house on 77th Street at 1:00. We'd better get moving."

All of us quickly said goodbye to Kirby and Elvira and then we hustled out to parking lot. 

When I started to walk towards my car, Kelly stopped me. "No Timmy, ride with us. It'll be more fun that way. When we're done we'll come back here and get your car."

I nodded and walked over to Kelly's Mercedes. 

She was giving out instructions. "Mandy you sit in front with me. Timmy you get in back with Tonya and Keisha."

I looked at Keisha and Tonya. They were both grinning at me. I turned to my wife and protested. "If I get in the back with them they'll molest me."

Kelly laughed. "Yes I know they will. That's why I want you to ride in the back with them."

Sighing, I moved to the back door. Keisha was already sitting on the far side of the back seat. As I climbed in to sit next to her Tonya reached between my legs and goosed me. I yelped. Everyone started giggling. 

As soon as I was settled Tonya slid in next to me. She immediately leaned over, slipped her hand under my shirt and whispered, "Timmy my darling, now we have you. You are our prisoner." 

Keisha turned and stared into my eyes. There was a mischievous grin on her face. She traced a circle around my left nipple with her index finger and said in a deep, ominous tone of voice, "Yes Timmy, you are now are our sex toy. We are going to force you to satisfy our most perverted desires." And then she slipped her fingers under my arm and started tickling my side. 

At the same time Tonya began tickling my stomach.

I tried to defend myself against their assault. Pandemonium broke out in the back seat. The three of us were laughing like little children.

Kelly had just pulled her Mercedes out of the parking lot into the street. She stopped the big sedan and looked over her shoulder. "Keisha! Tonya! Behave yourselves! Leave poor Timmy alone!"

There was silence for a moment and then everyone in the car started giggling. Kelly had sounded like a frustrated mother reprimanding her two older daughters for tormenting their little brother.

As the car started moving again Mandy turned and looked into the back seat. Shaking her head, she said; "We expect this kind of behavior from Keisha, but Tonya you know better. We are very disappointed. I just don't understand what's gotten into you."

All of us were barely able to contain our laughter. 

Next to me Keisha said, "I know what's wrong with her. She has a crush on Kirby." And then Grinning at Tonya, she started singing; "Kirby and Tonya sitting in a tree; K, I, S, S, I, N, G."

Mandy rolled her eyes and said, "Don't be silly."

I glanced over at Tonya. She was staring at the floor of the car. The smile on her face was gone.

Keisha also noticed the change in her friend's mood. She quickly said, "Hey Tonnie, I'm sorry. I was just teasing you. I didn't mean to offend you. We all know that you'd never be interested in a guy like Kirby."

Suddenly she caught herself. Smiling sheepishly at me, she said; "Sorry Timmy, I mean your friend is a nice guy and all, but he's just not the kind of man that would interest Tonya."

Tonya looked at her friend and quietly said, "Why is that Keish?"

"What do you mean?'

"Why wouldn't I be interested in Kirby?"

Keisha paused. Tonya's response had obviously surprised her.

Mandy smiled at Tonya. "Well, we might begin with his big belly and all those tattoos. And then of course there's also the fact that he runs a convenience store." 

Tonya nodded. "All of that is true, but you might want to also add that he's kind and compassionate. He has integrity, he's loyal to his friends." She laughed, "And he works eighteen hours a day trying to make that little store a success."

She shook her head. "Mandy, you're right. He may not be an Adonis, but he has character and strength and he's nice. He's very very nice."

Tonya paused. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she said, "All of us are envious of Kelly because she has Timmy. Well he's not exactly a Greek god either." She patted my leg. "Sorry Timmy, you're a real cutie, but you're not the tall dark handsome stud that most people would expect to see with a woman like your wife."

I slowly nodded my head. This wasn't exactly a news flash for me. This was something I'd always known. 

Kelly quickly said, "Timmy honey, broad shoulders and a big cock aren't the only things that make a man attractive to a woman. You have a wonderful sense of humor, you're smart, you're kind and considerate and you're the most loving man that I've ever met in my entire life. I wouldn't trade you for any other man in the entire world."

Tonya grinned at Kelly. "Thank you, that is exactly what I was trying to say."

Everyone was quiet. I don't think any of us knew what to say next. Finally Tonya quietly said, "I'm also not sure that I'm that great a catch."

Keisha looked at her. "What do you mean Tonnie?"

"Keish, I'm forty-two years old and I haven't been out on a date with a man who wasn't paying for my time since I was twenty-eight."

Shaking her head, Keisha said; "The men we go out with now don't pay for our time.'

"You're splitting hairs. Keish honey, tonight you're going to be entertaining a sixty-one year old businessman from Chicago. Would you even consider meeting him at Eagle lake if you weren't getting paid for it?"

She quietly answered, "No."

Mandy looked at Tonya. "Tonnie why don't you go out on dates?"




Courtesan Ch. 27



Tonya smiled at her. "Mandy, when was the last time you went out on a date?"

Mandy thought for a moment and then she shook her head and said, "All right, I understand; but that's partly because of our schedule."

"I would agree with that. Our busy evening schedule is a factor, but it's only part of the problem." Tonya paused. She was obviously thinking. Finally she said, "Mandy you and I have similar backgrounds. Like you, I started stripping when I was eighteen. Lots of guys want to date a stripper. I had a very active social life." She smiled. "I don't think many of those guys were actually looking for a serious relationship, but I did get asked out all the time."

Mandy nodded. "That is the truth. Guys love to date strippers."

Tonya stared at the floor for a moment and then she continued. "I started escorting when I was twenty. By the time I was twenty-two, an hour with me cost five hundred dollars. I worked six days a week and I was entertaining four or five men a day. I actually had a full time appointment secretary who answered my telephone and set up my dates. I didn't have much of a real social life, but it didn't matter. I was having fun and making a pile of money."

She paused again and then she took a deep breath and said; "For the next eight years everything was wonderful. I was still having fun and I'd managed to save over a million dollars. Then it all fell apart for a little while."

Keisha looked at her. "What happened Tonnie?"

"I met a guy in local bookstore. We were both shopping for mysteries." She smiled at Keisha."You know how much I love to read."

Keisha nodded.

"We started talking about books. He offered to buy me a cup of coffee. I accepted. He was an accountant. I lied and told him that I worked as a secretary during the day and took classes at a local community college in the evenings. I couldn't bear to tell him that I was an escort."

Tonya smiled at all of us. "His name was Ben. He was a very sweet guy. We started dating. After a month I actually cut my work schedule back to four nights a week so that I could spend more time with him. We fell in love. Six months after we met Ben asked me to marry him." She shook her head. "I wanted to say yes so badly, but how could I? Everything he knew about me was a lie."

Mandy quietly asked, "What did you do?"

"I told him that I had to think about it for a night. He was disappointed that I didn't immediately say yes, but he reluctantly agreed to wait a day for my answer. We made a dinner date for the next evening. I actually had to have my secretary call and cancel my dates. For the rest of that night and the entire next day I agonized over what I should do, but there was never any real doubt. I knew that a marriage based on a lie could never work. By the end of the day I was forced to accept the fact that my only choice was to tell him the truth."

Keisha looked at Tonya. "What happened?"

Tonya sighed. "It didn't go well at all. The truth hurt him badly. We argued. He called me some hurtful names. The discussion ended with him storming out of the restaurant."

I turned to her. "Did you ever hear from him again?"

"Yes he called me two days later. We had a long telephone conversation. He started by apologizing for calling me names. I told him that I understood and then I apologized for not telling him the truth right away. He told me that he understood why I didn't. He asked me a few questions about my life as an escort. I answered them honestly. I began to hope that he might possibly be able to accept what I did for a living. He couldn't. After a long discussion we both agreed that it would be better if we never saw each other again."

Tonya shook her head. "And we never did. I was heartbroken. I think I really did love him. For the next three years I coped by throwing myself into my work. I became a great escort. I made a fortune, but I was so lonely. I think I would have worked myself to death if Martin Jackson hadn't come along."

Mandy stared at her. "Martin?"

"Yes, I was working in St. Louis at the time. He was looking for several girls to entertain a group of business clients. One of my regular customers gave him my telephone number. He called me. I took the job. Everything worked out well and he apparently liked me because the following week he called me again. He wanted to know if I'd be willing to entertain a guy in Chicago for him. He told me that he'd pay double my regular fee for a full evening and all my expenses. It seemed like a good deal to me so I told him that I'd do it. After that he started calling me two or sometimes even three times a week to entertain clients for him. It was exciting. I flew all over the country. About three months later he approached me about working exclusively for JTandR. He offered me a very generous regular salary plus benefits. I probably could have made more money by staying as an independent, but I liked Martin and I was lonely. He was offering me an opportunity to work with a group of people. I jumped at his offer. 

Tonya smiled at all of us. "It was a good decision. I've enjoyed being a hostess and I've made some wonderful friends." 

Her voice got very quiet. "But I do worry."

Keisha looked at her. "Why? Everything seems to be coming together right now."

"I know, but I still worry. Keish, I'm a forty-two year old whore."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "That's a very harsh word."

"All right, substitute any other term you want, but it still comes down to one thing. We get paid to have sex with men." Tonya paused for a moment and then she said, "I'm getting older and eventually I know that I'll get so old that men won't be willing to pay to have sex with me anymore."

Mandy shrugged. "Tonnie, that's called retirement. I'm sure you've put away plenty of money. You're going to have a wonderful time. You can travel, take college classes, maybe even do some volunteer work."

Tonya nodded. "But it would be so much better if I had someone to do all of that with me."

Mandy looked at her. "You mean a man?"

"Yes."

Keisha smiled at her. "That shouldn't be so difficult. You're a beautiful and intelligent woman."

Shaking her head in frustration, Tonya said; "Keish, didn't you listen to my story about Ben. I'm a prostitute. I have a history that's going to scare away most of the good men."

Keisha shrugged. "Don't tell them."

"No! I won't try to live with a man under false pretenses. Look at the problems that caused for Kelly and Timmy and Timmy is a prince."

Tonya looked at all of us. "I want a man who is kind, considerate, intelligent and responsible; but most of all I want a man who is going to be able to accept me for who I am and what I've been."

I smiled at Tonya. "And you think Kirby might be that kind of man."

"I think it's very possible."

Slowly nodding my head, I said; "I think you may be right."

In the front seat Mandy quietly said, "I have to find a way to get my mom and dad back together."

Kelly glanced over at Mandy. "What makes you say that right now Mandy?"

She smiled. "Listening to Tonnie made me realize how important it is for everyone to have someone to grow old with them. I don't want my mom and dad to be lonely." She sighed. "I think my dad's lonely right now and all my mom really has are her boyfriends."

Mandy looked at Kelly. "I want my dad to meet Timmy. I want him to hear from at least one man who doesn't mind that his wife fools around a little bit."

Tonya laughed. "A little bit? Kelly fools around a whole lot."

Shrugging, Mandy said; "Okay, so does my mom. I was just trying to be delicate."

My wife giggled. "Thank you Mandy, I appreciate your tact."

Mandy turned to me. "Will you talk to my dad Timmy? Maybe you could have lunch with him."

"Of course I will, I'd be glad to do it."

"Could you do it next week?"

I smiled. "Yes, I'll have lunch with your dad next week. Will you call him and set it up?"

"Yes, I will. Thank you Timmy; thank you very much."

Next to me Keisha said; "Tonnie, I have a question."

"What is it Keish?"

"If you go after Kirby, won't you be stealing him from Elvira? It doesn't seem to me like that would be an okay thing to do."

Tonya was quiet for a moment. Finally she sighed and said, "Yes Keish, that is a problem."

I looked at Tonya. "No it's not."

"What do you mean Timmy?"

"Elvira really is concerned about the difference in their ages."

Keisha shook her head. "Yes, but that all changed today? We all heard her tell Kirby that she wants to give him a blow job every morning when she gets to work."

"That's right, but she also said that he wasn't going to replace Wolfgang as her lover. She really wants a man her own age."

Kelly took a quick glance over her shoulder. "Elvira is seventy-two, right?"

"That's what she told me."

"How old is Kirby?"

I paused to think. After a moment I said, "He told me that he enlisted in the navy when he was eighteen. He served for thirty years and got out four years ago. That makes him fifty-two."

Kelly thought about this for a moment and then she said, "So he's twenty years younger than Elvira, but he's also ten years older than Tonnie."

"Yes, but I think Elvira would tell you that the extra ten years is significant. Right now she's an old lady. Her skin is wrinkled and her boobs sag, but she's still vibrant and healthy. Ten years from now she's going to be eighty-two. At that age serious health issues can start to appear. I'm certain that she's afraid that she could become a burden to Kirby. Elvira wants a man, but she wants a man who's closer to her own age so that they can weather the ravages of time together. I think Elvira would be very happy if Kirby found a girlfriend."

Kelly giggled. "The ravages of time, I like that. Timmy, I get to weather the ravages of time with you."

I laughed. "Yes you do."

Tonya sighed. "That's what I want, someone who will weather the ravages of time with me."

Keisha shook her head. "But Kirby is ten years older than you are."

"Yes Keish, you're right, but that would still give us twenty-five or maybe even thirty good years together. I have a lot of money saved up. Kirby and I could have a wonderful time."

I laughed. "If Kirby only knew."

Tonya looked at me. "What do mean Timmy?"

"A beautiful and intelligent blond with a sweet disposition, big tits and a huge bank account is concocting a plot to lure him into spending the rest of his life with her."

Mandy giggled. "Oh the poor dear, whatever will he do?"



Courtesan Ch. 28



This is the twenty-eighth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Kelly slowed her big Mercedes and turned onto Case Avenue. After passing a small wooded park with an ornate fountain at its center, we found ourselves in a neighborhood of stately old mansions. 

Keisha shook her head. "Damn, these are some very fancy houses. Kelly are you sure we're in the right place?"

Kelly nodded. "I think so Keish."

Tonya smiled at Keisha. "You're right Keish, these are fancy houses; but you have to remember that we're not looking for a trailer house."

Everyone chuckled, but I think all five of us were amazed by the realization of what we were actually going to be able to buy with the three million dollars we had to spend.

Kelly drove one more block and made a right turn onto 77th Street. Mandy opened her purse, took out a sheet of paper and unfolded it. There were some notes and several addresses scrawled on it. 

"All right everyone, we're looking for 1540 West 77th Street."

I glanced at the address on the house we were passing. It was 1224. The next house was 1230. "Kelly, I think we have to go three more blocks."

"All right Timmy."

As we drove down the street I looked around. It was a beautiful neighborhood; the kind that Kelly and I would occasionally drive through just so that we could gawk at the old vine covered, red brick mansions.

When we got to the fifteen hundred block Mandy said, "Up ahead on the right. See the man standing in the driveway. Isn't that our Realtor?"

Tonya leaned forward so that she could look over Mandy's shoulder. After a moment she said, "Yes, that's Barry."

There was a black BMW parked on the street in front of the house where Barry was standing. Kelly pulled her Mercedes up behind it. As soon as she stopped we all piled out of the car. Everyone was excited.

Once I was standing on the boulevard next to the car I looked at the house. Like the others in the neighborhood it was red brick and covered with vines. It was a tall house, two stories with a full attic. I could see four chimneys. so I assumed that there were several fireplaces.

Kelly, Tonya, Mandy and Keisha all walked over to Barry. Tonya greeted him. "Hello Barry, this is quite a house."

He smiled. "Yes it really is something, isn't it."

Barry was a tall man with wavy dark brown hair, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He could easily be described as a hunk. He had deep blue eyes and a boyish smile that I suspected most women found endearing. I could see why Keisha had said that they all wanted to "do him".

Tonya turned to me. "Barry, this is Kelly's husband Tim Jamieson. Everyone calls him Timmy."

Barry stepped towards me with his hand extended. "It's pleasure to meet you Timmy."

As I took his hand I smiled and said, "Barry, it's nice to meet you too."

He looked at all of us. "Shall we go inside?"

Tonya nodded. "By all means."

We all walked up to the front porch and waited while Barry opened the lock box, took out the key and unlocked the front door. 

Once we were inside the house I glanced around. We were standing in an entrance hall. To our right there was a large formal living room with a massive fireplace. On our left there was a small parlor with another fireplace. Straight ahead of us there were two more doors and at the end of the hall there was a large wooden staircase leading to the second floor. All of the woodwork on the first floor including the mantel on both of the fireplaces and the entire staircase appeared to be finely finished mahogany. This was a beautiful home.

Barry smiled at us and said, "Why don't you look at the house, and then we can discuss the financial details." 

Keisha grabbed my hand. "Come on Timmy, let's start upstairs." She pulled me to the large open staircase. Mandy and Tonya both followed us. As the four of us were climbing the stairs I glanced back. Kelly and Barry were lagging behind. Kelly was whispering in his ear. Barry was smiling.

The upstairs was a disappointment. There were six bedrooms. The master bedroom was large and had a luxurious private bath, but the other five bedrooms were small and shared two bathrooms on the second floor hallway. We needed at least five large bedrooms, all with private baths.

As we wandered through the upstairs I noticed that my wife and our Realtor had not followed us. I wondered what they were doing.

After a few minutes Tonya shook her head and said, "This is a waste of time."

Keisha looked at her. "What do you mean Tonnie. This is a magnificent home. Other than Eagle Lake and Evergreen, I don't think I've ever been in a house this nice. 

Tonya nodded. "Keish, you're right. It is beautiful, but it won't work for us."

"Why not Tonnie?"

"Do you want to have to share a bathroom with Mandy and Antoine?"

Keisha laughed. "Hell no! Antoine can absolutely destroy a bathroom in the morning. " She shook her head. "I guess you're right. It's a beautiful home, but it doesn't meet our needs."

Tonya patted her friends shoulder. "Come on Keish, let's go see what Kelly and our Realtor are doing."

Mandy giggled. "I assume she's taking care of business."

Tonya nodded. "Well that was the plan."

I looked at Tonya. "What plan?"

She smiled at me. "Let's just say that we want to be absolutely certain that Barry is fully motivated to give us the best service possible and we all agreed that your wife would be our most effective motivator."

Mandy grabbed my hand. As she led me down the stairs she said, "We're smart women. We've learned a great deal from Martin, John and Wendell about how to get the most out of a business transaction."

"Why Kelly?"

Keisha rolled her eyes. "Timmy honey, you're wife is a young, large busted blond who gives fabulous head. We guessed that she's most likely going to be Barry's fantasy client." She patted my shoulder. "But don't worry sweetie. Kelly is just our lead off batter. Tonnie, Mandy and I are all going to take a turn too."

At the bottom of the stairs Mandy hooked her arm through my arm, pulled me close to her and whispered, "What's the matter dicklet, are you feeling a little twinge of jealousy?"

Next to us, Tonya said; "Timmy, by the end of the dinner party last night, you were doing so well. You're not having a relapse, are you?"

"No I'm all right."

Mandy tugged on my arm. "Then let's go find out what your naughty wife and our handsome Realtor are up to.

Tonya laughed. "I hope Barry doesn't mind performing for an audience."

Mandy pulled me down the hallway. We stopped at the first door on our right and listened. We both smiled. We could faintly hear the unmistakeable sounds of two people engaged in sexual activity. 

All four of us looked inside. It was the formal dining room. An enormous mahogany table occupied most of the space. An elegant glass chandelier hung from the ceiling over the the table. On our right, the wall at the far end of the room was filled by four floor to ceiling glass windows. On the wall opposite from us there was a door. Next to the door there were three hand carved mahogany sideboards.

Behind me I heard Keisha say; "It's too bad the bedrooms aren't adequate because this is a magnificent dining room. We could throw some classic dinner parties in here."

Tonya whispered, "Yes we certainly could."

The door was open. The sounds were coming from there.

Mandy said, "That must be the door to the kitchen. It sounds like they're in there." She pulled me across the dining room. "Come on Timmy, let's go watch."

As soon as we stepped into the kitchen I stopped. I knew what to expect, but that really didn't make any difference. I don't care how often it happens, you never get fully accustomed to walking into a room and finding the woman you love giving a blow job to another man. 

Kelly was naked. Her jeans, tee shirt, panties and brassiere were neatly draped across the back of one of the kitchen chairs. She was on her knees. Barry was standing in front of her. His pants and boxer shorts were in a pile around his ankles. He was still wearing his knit golf shirt. 

My wife had both of her hands wrapped around the shaft of his erect penis. The head was in her mouth. Even though it was covered by Kelly's hands and lips, it was obvious that our Realtor had a very big cock.

Behind me Keisha whispered. "Shit, that man is equipped"

Tonya laughed. "Yes Keish, it certainly appears that we picked the right Realtor."

Keisha and Tonya's comments caused Barry to look in our direction. When he saw us standing in the doorway he quietly said; "Kelly, we have an audience."

Kelly took Barry's cock out of her mouth and glanced at us, then she looked up at him and smiled. "I'm sure they'll enjoy the show."

Barry shook his head. "But your husband is standing there watching us."

My wife looked over at me. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She gave me a wink and then she waited for my reaction.

I winked back at her.

She grinned and turned back to Barry. "Don't worry about dicklet, he won't give us any trouble. He's not only my husband, he's also my slave."

Barry stared at me. I think he needed a moment to digest that tidbit of information. Finally he smiled and said, "Dicklet, what an interesting name."

I played my role as the wimpy cuckold husband. Avoiding his gaze, I stared meekly at the floor. 

Barry chuckled. "Well dicklet, I have to say that your wife gives an excellent blow job."

I looked up for a brief moment and then I quietly answered. "Yes sir, she does."

He smiled. "Well dicklet, if you'll excuse us I think we'll get back to what we were doing."

Kelly glanced at me with a lascivious grin on her face and then she put Barry's cock back into her mouth and started sucking him with increased vigor. It was obvious that our interchange had excited her.

Mandy, Tonya, Keisha and I watched while my wife gave Barry head. As we looked on Tonya whispered to me. "Timmy you really should be proud of her. I've never met a woman who's as skilled as your wife at sucking cocks."

Mandy nodded. "That's partly because she enjoys it so much. Look at her Timmy. Her eyes are closed. Every bit of her attention is focused on giving pleasure to Barry."

Keisha shook her head. "That's true, but she's also very skilled. Look at how her hands and mouth work in unison."

Tonya smiled. "It really is fun to watch her in action."

Suddenly my wife took Barry's huge cock out of her mouth and while still slowly pumping it with her fingers, she bent it back and started licking and sucking his balls.

Barry gasped.

Keisha giggled. "Why do you think guys love that so much?"

Mandy whispered in my ear, "Timmy do you like having your balls sucked?"

Laughing, I answered; "Of course I do. I think all guys must like that."

Tonya looked at me. "You're right, but why? I mean there are a lot more nerve endings on the underside of your penis." She giggled. "We've given this topic intensive study."

I shrugged. "I don't know, why do you like having your ass licked?'

Keisha brushed her lips lightly across my neck. "Because it's so nasty and we love being nasty."

"I think that may be the same reason that Barry is enjoying having his balls licked."

While we were talking Kelly put Barry's cock back into her mouth. She sucked on it very hard for a moment and then she slowly started to swallow it. 

Taking a deep breath, Barry said; "Holy shit, it's been several years since I've been with a woman who could do this."

I shook my head. "That can't feel all that good."

Mandy shrugged. "Barry seems to be enjoying it." 

"I meant for Kelly."

Tonya laughed. "You're right, it doesn't feel that great. I think your wife is showing off for your benefit. She wants you to see her deep throat a really big cock."

"I saw her do it to Chris the other night."

Tonya nodded. "I guess that shouldn't be a surprise. Chris really enjoys it. Kelly probably does it for him all the time.'

We watched as all of Barry's cock slowly disappeared into my wife's mouth. When Kelly finally had her lips pressed against Barry's pubic bone she remained motionless for a moment and the she pulled back. Barry's huge erection popped out of her throat and mouth leaving her momentarily gasping for breath."

With a huge grin on his face, Barry looked over at me and said; "Shit dicklet, your wife is fuckin amazing."

Kelly caught her breath and stood up. She looked over at me and winked again. Then she turned to Barry. "Come on studman, it's time for you to fuck me. I want you to show my little pussy husband how a real man satisfies a woman."

Kelly took another quick glance in my direction. I think she was worried that her comment might have offended me. Twenty-four hours ago it probably would have, but since then I'd gained a lot of confidence. I winked at her. 

She smiled and then she hopped up onto the kitchen table and spread her legs. "Right here big guy, take me right here on the kitchen table. I want you to do it right in front of my husband."

Barry smirked at me and then he said, "It'll be a pleasure."

With his pants and underwear still bunched up around his ankles, Barry shuffled forward and started rubbing the head of his big cock between the very wet lips of my wife's pussy.

While he was doing that Tonya leaned over and whispered, "Timmy are you doing okay?"

Behind me Keisha put a hand on my shoulder and quietly said; "Remember, this is just an act. She loves you more than any man in the entire world."

Nodding, I whispered; "I know."

Tonya held my hand and Keisha gently rubbed my shoulders while we watched our new Realtor slowly push his very large cock into my wife's cunt. As soon as he was all the way inside Kelly Barry paused. He waited for a few seconds and then he began moving again. He moved slowly. I'm sure he was trying to give Kelly an opportunity to get used to the feel of his big cock inside of her. 

At first Kelly lay perfectly still, but then I saw her start to respond with a very subtle movement of her hips. Barry noticed it too. He obviously took it as a sign that my wife was ready to begin in earnest. He started pushing his cock in and out of her cunt with more intensity. Their excitement grew. Soon, Barry was driving his huge erection in and out Kelly's sopping pussy and the subtle movement of her hips had turned into vigorous counter thrusts. 

Suddenly my wife wrapped her legs around Barry's hips and growled, "Fuck me you big handsome son of a bitch. Give it to me rough!"

Barry laughed and tried to fuck Kelly even harder. I watched in amazement. I would never have dared to be that aggressive with a woman.

For a few minutes Kelly and Barry tore into each other with complete abandon. They weren't making love. It was more like they were two animals locked in mortal combat.

Kelly started laughing maniacally and shouted; "Yes you fucking brute, that's it! Use me! Make me your slut!" And then she arched her back, let out a scream and began to shake.

Barry ignored Kelly's cries of pleasure and continued to fuck her with savage intensity. He kept up this frenetic pace for another two or three minutes then suddenly he changed his tempo. He made several very quick short thrusts and followed them with three long slow thrusts. After the third thrust he buried the full length of his cock in Kelly's cunt and stopped moving. As I watched him I was absolutely certain that he was ejaculating his semen deep into my wife's womb.

After that, both Kelly and Barry remained perfectly still. Mandy, Tonya, Keisha and I all watched them. No one uttered a sound for at least a full minute. 

Finally Tonya broke the silence. "That was a pretty good show."

That roused Barry. He turned and grinned at us. As he turned his softening cock slipped out of my wife's pussy. She made a little whimper of protest and then she sat up. A trickle of fresh semen was dripping from the still parted lips of her aroused sex.

She smiled at me. I smiled back at her. 

Turning to Barry, she said; "You're an animal."

He chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Kelly giggled. "It was meant as one."

Next to me Tonya laughed and said, "Dicklet, that's how a real man satisfies a woman."

I continued to play my role. With my head hanging I quietly said, "Yes Ms. Lewis, I understand."

Tonya stared at me. I think she'd just then noticed how carefully I was playing my part. After a moment she smiled. It was devilish smile that made my entire body tingle with excitement. "Dicklet, Mr. Dunlap left a mess in your wife. I think it's time for you to do a little cleaning."

She turned to Mandy. "And nymph I think Mr. Dunlap could use a little tidying up as well."

Mandy bowed politely and said; "Yes Ms. Lewis, right away."

She walked over to Barry and again bowed. "Mr. Dunlap, one of my Mistresses has asked me to lick your cock clean. May I do that?"

Barry stepped away from my wife and looked at Tonya. "Is this for real?"

Tonya nodded. "Yes, both nymph and dicklet are slaves. Let her lick your cock clean. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Barry laughed. "No shit! I'm sure I'll enjoy it." He smiled at Mandy. "Nymph? That's your name, correct?"

"Yes sir, that's my slave name."

"Well you certainly are a pretty little thing. Are you really going to clean my cock with your tongue?"

"Those are my instructions sir."

Barry shook his head in amazement and then he said, "Will you lick my balls clean too."

"Yes sir, if that's what you would like, I'd be glad to do it."

He chuckled. "Damn right I'd like it."

Mandy grinned at him and said, "Very well sir." Then she dropped to her knees, carefully picked up Barry's flaccid penis and held it cradled in her hand like it was a baby bird. As she started to gently lick the head and shaft, Barry took a deep breath and closed his eyes."

Tonya turned to me. "Well dicklet, your Mistress is waiting. We don't have all day."

I bowed. "Yes Ms. Lewis."

I walked over to Kelly. Her face was flushed. It was apparent that she was still enjoying the pleasant afterglow of her sex with Barry.

She smiled at me and said, "Hi Timmy."

"Hello Ms. Mason."

I leaned over. Kelly scooted back so that I had room to rest my arms on the table. As she moved she left a trail of fresh cum on the table top. She spread her legs apart. I looked at her sex. Her lips were puffy and coated with a mixture of Barry's semen and the moisture of her own arousal. The entrance to her womb was stretched open from the recent penetration of Barry's thick cock. Her engorged clitoris continued to protrude from the hood of skin that normally served as its protective shroud. Kelly was still aroused. It was obvious that the anticipation of what I was about to do was exciting her.

I took a deep breath and pressed my face into my wife's semen coated sex. She shivered with excitement. I extended my tongue and began licking her.

Kelly gasped and then she breathlessly whispered, "Yes Timmy, that's what I want. Show everyone that you really are my little cuckold. Lick up every drop of my stud's precious cum."

Her words inflamed my masochism. Now I was every bit as excited as Kelly. I licked her with unrestrained passion. I pushed my tongue deep into her womb and searched for more of Barry's semen. 

Once I was finally certain that my wife was clean I found her clitoris and sucked it into my mouth. That took Kelly by surprise. She went wild. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders and held my face locked between her thighs.




Courtesan Ch. 28



I sucked and licked her clit.

She started laughing hysterically and cried out, "Yes! Yes! Suck my clit!" And then she took a deep breath and screamed.

I kept sucking on Kelly's clit while the waves of ecstasy ravaged her body. For several seconds she kept her legs locked around my shoulders as she bucked her hips and cried with pleasure. Then her orgasm began to subside and she started to relax.

Behind me I heard Barry say, "Damn, that boy sure knows how to eat pussy."

Tonya laughed. "Yes he certainly does."

I stood up and backed away from the table.

Kelly sat up, slipped off the table, kissed my cheek and said, "Thanks Babydoll, that was the perfect ending to a great fuck." 

She turned to Barry. There was a huge smile on her face. "And it was an absolutely magnificent fuck."

Barry grinned at her. 

Kelly picked up her panties and started getting dressed. Barry had already pulled up his trousers and tucked in his shirt.

Mandy walked over to me with a damp paper towel and wiped off my face. I felt like a little boy who's mother was wiping the remains of a gooey chocolate bar off of his cheeks. Once she was done she took another paper towel and wiped off the top of the kitchen table.

Barry smiled. "Thank you, the owners of this house might get suspicious if they come home and find dried cum all over the top of their kitchen table."

Keisha laughed. "I'll bet that would get you into trouble."

Slowly nodding his head, Barry said; "It certainly would."

As Kelly was putting on her brassiere, she said, "I'll bet we're the kinkiest group of buyers you've ever met."

Barry stared at my wife, but he wasn't actually looking at her. He seemed to be thinking. Finally he said, "Actually you're not."

Tonya looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head. "Today was like deja vu for me."

"Tell us!" It was obvious from her tone of voice that Keisha's curiosity had been piqued.

Barry looked at the floor for a moment and then he took a deep breath and started to speak. "It was several years ago. This guy came into my office. His name was Steven Wagner. He was about the same size and build as Timmy and every bit as nice."

I smiled at Barry. He smiled back.

"Anyway, this Wagner guy was some sort of a stock broker and he'd just made a big killing in the market. This was a year or two before everything went south. People were still making a ton of money in stocks. He told me that he wanted to buy a big fancy house and was willing to spend a pile of dough on it."

Barry shrugged. "Hell, I was all for it. If he bought an expensive house I was going to make a nice fat commission."

He looked at us. "But now it starts to get strange. This little guy told me that he had two girlfriends and he needed a house with a couple of great big bedrooms." 

Barry laughed. "The guy had two girlfriends and all three of them were going to live together in the house he was planning to buy. It was fucking unbelievable."

Shaking his head, he continued; "The funny thing was, I knew of a house that was perfect for his needs. It had been on the market for a couple of months and the owners hadn't even gotten a sniff at an offer. It had four bedrooms. Two of the bedrooms were enormous and had big private baths. It was a magnificent home, but it was just too expensive and not very practical for the average family. The owner was some big executive who'd been transferred to the west coast. He was desperate to sell."

Barry looked at us. It was obvious that whole situation still amazed him. 

"I made a couple of telephone calls and set up an appointment for later that afternoon. Things were slow, so after Wagner left I went to my favorite bar and had a couple of bumps. I just needed to kill an hour or two. At six o'clock I was standing on the lawn in front of the house. Wagner pulled up right on time. As soon as he was parked these two blonds got out of the car. They were both like you four, total knockouts."

Kelly, Mandy, Keisha and Tonya all smiled at his compliment.

"The one who got out of the back seat raced up to me and introduced herself. Her name was Julie Gordon. She was a real firecracker, you know what I mean?"

We all nodded.

"The other one was a little more reserved, but she still introduced herself. Her name was Sandra Monroe. As we walked into the house I got the impression that Sandra and Wagner were an item, but I couldn't figure out how Julie fit into the picture."

Barry paused for a moment to take a breath and then he continued. "Anyway, while we were wandering through the house Julie started coming on to me like a freight train."

Barry looked at my wife. "It was just like what happened with you today. I mean you didn't leave any doubt about what you wanted. Julie did the same thing. The next thing I knew, Julie had me alone in the kitchen, my pants were around my ankles and she was sucking my dick."

Tonya laughed. "I guess we're not all that original."

"I don't know, I've heard other guys tell stories about getting laid while they were showing houses; but I've never heard of anything like what happened today or what happened with Wagner and his two women."

He was silent for a moment and then he quietly said, "Here's the really weird part. Sandra and Wagner walked into the kitchen. I thought he was going to be pissed so I immediately started apologizing to him. I mean I was going to earn a fat commission from that sale and I didn't want to lose it. Wagner told me that it was okay. He was cool with what I was doing with Julie. Then get this, Sandra started coming on to me and told me that tomorrow it was going to be her turn to do me. When she told me that I looked at Wagner. He was just smiling. I'd heard about guys who get off from watching other guys do their women and it was obvious that he was one of those guys."

Tonya smiled. "He definitely sounds like our kind of guy."

Keisha nodded. "Yes, our Timmy is one of those guys."

Barry glanced at me. My face flushed with embarrassment.

He chuckled and then he continued with his story. "So Julie kept sucking my cock and after a few minutes I could tell that I was about to cum. I tried to warn her, but she didn't give a shit. She just kept sucking me. So I figured, what the hell, if she didn't care, why should I? So I shot off in her mouth and she took every drop."

Kelly laughed. "Definitely our kind of girl, I would love to meet these people."

Barry held up his hand. "Just wait, it gets better. After I'm done cumming Sandra started calling Wagner a little wimp and made him go over and kiss Julie on the mouth. Get this, Julie snowballed him! She passed all of my cum into his mouth and then Sandra made him swallow it."

Keisha giggled. "These people are just as kinky as we are."

"They're kinkier."

"What do mean?"

"Sandra made Stevie pull down his pants. He was wearing a pair of pink panties! Then she started calling him a sissy and a wimp and made him pull down his panties. Wagner's face was beet red, but he still did it. "

Shaking his head, Barry said; "I think he got off on being humiliated."

Mandy looked at him. "Why do you say that?"

"Because when he pulled down his panties he had a hard on. It was the dinkiest thing I've ever seen, I mean it was like a little boy's penis, but it was sticking straight up. The guy was definitely excited."

Barry smiled. "It was obvious that those two dames had him wrapped around their little fingers and he'd do anything they told him to do."

I glanced at Kelly. She was staring at me. There was a wicked smile on her face. I realized that I was about to be thoroughly humiliated. My entire body started to tingle with excitement.

Kelly turned to Barry. "Dicklet here is just as much of a sissy as that Stevie guy and we get off on humiliating him. Watch this." She turned back to me. "Dicklet honey, pull down your trousers for Mr. Dunlap."

I obediently began unbuckling my belt. I was certain that my face was a deep shade of crimson.

Barry looked at Kelly. "Are you telling me that..."

Kelly grinned at him. "Yes I am."

I unzipped my pants and pushed them down to my ankles. I was wearing a pair of yellow cotton bikini panties with purple flowers all over them."

Barry shook his head. "You gotta be shitting me. This is just too fucking weird."

The humiliation of being forced to stand in front of a man who had just finished fucking my wife while I was wearing a pair of girl's panties was bad enough, but my embarrassment was magnified by the fact that I had an erection.

Kelly studied my face for a moment. I could tell that she wanted to take this opportunity to push my limits and she was trying to gauge how I was reacting to what was happening. I understood the reason for her concern. As you well know, over the past several days I'd had some difficulty coping with and adjusting to some of the pain and embarrassment that had resulted when my submissive, masochistic, cuckold fantasies were suddenly turned into reality.

I easily understood Kelly's eagerness to take advantage of this situation. Barry appeared to be the ideal playmate for us. His opinion of our life style was of little importance. He was simply a business acquaintance. In fact, he was a business acquaintance who needed us much more than we needed him. He'd also just informed us that he'd had some prior experience with this kind of situation and he appeared to be at least mildly tolerant of kinky sex games like ours. I had to agree with my wife, this did seem to be a perfect opportunity for us to experiment.

I was painfully humiliated, but I was also incredibly excited. My masochistic desires were fully aroused and I was very eager to take advantage of this situation. I desperately wanted Kelly to push my limits. I took a deep breath and winked at her.

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she smiled and winked back and then she said; "Dicklet, pull your panties down. Let's show Mr. Dunlap exactly why I have to seek out other men for my sexual satisfaction."

I didn't say anything. A verbal response didn't seem appropriate. Instead I simply bowed my head and slowly pushed my panties down to just above my knees.

When he saw my erect penis Barry whistled and said, "Shit, that's just as small as Wagner's dick."

Kelly grinned at him. "I think it's cute." Then she laughed and said, "It's not much good for fucking but it is fun toy. It's sort of like those model railroad trains that people build. It's a miniature version of the real thing. It works just like a man's cock. As you can see, it does get hard and if you stroke it, it even spits actual semen."

Barry burst out laughing. Next to me Tonya, Keisha and Mandy were all silent. I suspected they were worried about how I was reacting to Kelly's taunts. I wanted to give them some kind of a sign that I was all right, but I couldn't think of any way to do it without destroying the wonderful sadomasochistic tension that Kelly had created.

Kelly must have also noticed their concern because she provided me with the perfect way to alleviate their fears. With a malicious smile on her face she asked me. "Dicklet are you a good little cuckold slave?"

I quickly answered in the most obedient tone of voice I could possibly manage. "Yes Ms. Mason, I try to be."

It worked. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tonya smile.

Behind me Keisha leaned over my shoulder and said, "Dicklet, why don't you show Mr. Dunlap just what an obedient little cuckboy you really are. Get down on your knees and crawl over to your wife and kiss her toes."

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Edwards."

Everyone watched as I kneeled down on the kitchen floor and crawled over to Kelly. She kicked off her sandals. I was just bending over to kiss her toes when we heard the sound of a car door closing in the garage.

Barry whispered, "Oh shit! The owners are back. Timmy quick, stand up and pull up your pants." He looked around. "Everyone be calm. It will be all right, just let me do the talking."

I'd just finished buckling my belt when the door to the garage opened and a very elegantly dressed elderly woman walked into the back hall. She was followed by an elderly man dressed in an expensive looking blue blazer and a regimental striped tie.

As soon as they looked into the kitchen and saw us, they stopped and stared in shock.

Barry quickly stepped toward the man with his hand extended. "Mr. Gardner, I'm Barry Dunlap. I'm the Realtor who was showing your house. I apologize for still being here. We were standing in your beautiful kitchen talking about what a magnificent home you have. We lost track of the time. Please excuse us, we'll leave right away."

Mr. Gardner shook Barry's hand. 

Mrs. Gardner smiled and said, "Thank you Mr. Dunlap. We think it's a beautiful home too. We don't really want to sell it, but we're getting too old to manage a house of this size." She looked at all of us. "Could I make you a cup of tea?" 

We smiled at her.

Shaking his head, Barry said; "Thank you Mrs. Gardner, but we've already stayed here too long. We still have two more homes to look at this afternoon."

Mrs. Gardner nodded. "Yes, I understand." She looked at me. "I assume that you're the husband. Which of these lovely women is your wife?"

I bowed my head and said, "Mr. and Mrs. Gardner, I'm Tim Jamieson." I took Kelly's hand. "This is my wife, Kelly Mason."

Mrs. Gardner smiled at Kelly. "You young women these days are so adventurous about keeping your maiden names when you get married."

Kelly smiled at her.

Mrs. Gardner looked at Keisha, Mandy and Tonya. "Mr. Jamieson. who are these other lovely women?"

I started with Mandy. "This is my sister, Mandy Wells." Turning to Tonya, I said; "This is Kelly's sister, Tonya Lewis." And then I gestured towards Keisha. "This is our close friend Keisha Edwards."

Mrs. Gardner looked at Mandy and Tonya. "It appears that the two of you had the good sense to change your names when you got married. Where are your husbands?"

Mandy smiled at her. "They're both at home watching college football."

Mrs. Gardner nodded. "Oh yes, football. Bernard can't wait to get into the den and turn on the television. He's an avid Nebraska fan." she shook her head. "Myself I find the game to be crude and excessively violent."

We looked at Bernard. He was staring at the floor. It was obvious that he desperately wanted to avoid a discussion about this issue. 

Barry stepped forward. "Mrs. Gardner, thank you for your hospitality, but we really do have to run." Then he started herding all of us towards the front door.

As we walked to the cars we were concerned that Mr. and Mrs Gardner might be watching us from their front window, so all six of us attempted to maintain an air of mature dignity. It was difficult, everyone of us wanted to burst out laughing. 

When we got to the curb Barry said, "The next house is only three blocks away, just follow me." 

He got into his BMW and we piled into Kelly's Mercedes. As soon as we pulled into the street everyone started giggling. 

Keisha poked me in the ribs and said, "Timmy almost got caught with his panties down."

In the front seat Kelly laughed. "It could have been much worse than that. After he finished kissing each of my toes I was going to ask Keish to pull down her jeans and then I was going to make Timmy crawl over to her and beg to be allowed to lick her asshole."

When I heard that, my entire body again started tingling with excitement.

Next to me Tonya laughed. "I'll bet that walking into the kitchen and finding Timmy on his knees kissing Keisha's beautiful black ass would have given the Gardners quite a stir."

Keisha leaned over and nibbled my ear. "Would you like that Timmy? Would you like us to make you lick my sweet black ass while Barry watches."

I turned to Keisha and grinned at her. "I'd love it, but I think I'd like it even more if you made me beg for the privilege first."

When she heard that Tonya clapped her hands together and said, "Oh yes, our Babydoll is finally starting to get comfortable about actually making his fantasies real."

Kelly took a quick glance over her shoulder. When she saw that I was smiling she smiled, then she turned her attention back to the road in front of us and asked, "Timmy did you enjoy it when I humiliated you in front of Barry?"

I looked around. Mandy, Keisha and Tonya were all watching me. I smiled at them and said, "Yes, I did. In fact, I think it was one of the most exciting things we've ever done."

Mandy reached across the seat and patted my knee. "Being a masochistic submissive really is fun, isn't it."

Keisha laughed. "Nymph it's only fun if you happen to be a masochistic submissive. Personally I find being a dominant sadistic bitch much more enjoyable."

She reached over, slipped her hand under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a vicious twist."

I yelped from the pain.

Keisha giggled. "Now that made my pussy tingle."

Mandy nodded. "And I'll bet it made Timmy's dick throb too."

Kelly chuckled. "Oh I certainly hope it did."

Everyone looked at me. I grinned at them and said, "It made it stick straight up."

All five of us laughed. Gradually our laughter quieted and then we were silent. For a few seconds we all just listened to the sounds of the traffic around us. It wasn't an awkward silence. It was simply a moment where we all realized and appreciated how much we liked each other and how lucky we were to have found each other.

Finally Tonya broke the silence. "What did you think of Barry's story about that Wagner guy and his two girlfriends. Was it just bullshit?"

Kelly shook her head. "I don't think it was. I mean, why would he make up a story like that?"

Tonya rolled her eyes. "Listen to you, Ms. Fuck me harder, make me your slut." She laughed. "You're not exactly an objective source."

"Oh come on Tonnie, you know better than that. I say those things to lots of guys when they're fucking me, especially macho guys like Barry. It makes them feel good."

Tonya nodded, "You're right Kel. I'm sorry, I was just teasing you."

"Hell, you're the one who taught me to say things like that." Kelly was laughing.

Grinning, Tonya said; "Yes, I guess I was."

Mandy looked at Tonya. "So do you think it was just bullshit?"

Tonya shrugged. "I don't know, but if it was the truth I sure would like to meet those people. Let's ask Barry to tell us more when we get to the next house."

"You'd better start thinking about some questions, because we've arrived." Kelly pulled her Mercedes up to the curb and shifted it into park. 

Barry was already getting out of his BMW. All of us quickly got out of Kelly's car and followed him up the sidewalk to the front porch. 

As he was opening the lock box to get the key to unlock the front door he said, "We're behind schedule. We spent a little too much time at the Gardner's house. The owners of this house are due to be back in twenty minutes. We need to make a quick inspection and move on to the last house." Then he looked at Kelly, Keisha, Tonya and Mandy and in a very stern voice said, "And we definitely do not have the time for any shenanigans while were here."

Tonya raised her eyebrows. In her most proper tone of voice, she said; "Shenanigans? I should think not. What kind of girls do you think we are?"

Barry unlocked the front door and like a perfect gentleman held it open for the rest of us. Tonya went into the house first. As she walked past Barry she shook her head in an exaggerated demonstration of mock indignation.

Keisha followed Tonya. As she entered the house she giggled and said, "Barry is a very perceptive man. He knows exactly what kind of girls we are. We're recklessly out of control, sex crazed sluts."

Mandy laughed when she heard Keisha's comment. As she followed her through the front door she grinned at Barry and said, "We most certainly are."




Courtesan Ch. 28



Kelly was right behind Mandy. Noting that Barry was a bit disconcerted and always on the lookout for an opportunity to tease a vulnerable man, my wife patted his cheek and said; "We're not just recklessly out of control, sex crazed sluts; we're recklessly out of control, sex crazed, cock sucking sluts."

Barry's face flushed. He stared at me while I walked by him. It was apparent that he was waiting for my comment. 

Shrugging, I said; "If I were you I'd keep a pretty firm hold on my zipper for the next twenty minutes."

As soon as we were all inside the house Tonya stopped us and said, "Since we don't have much time, let's go upstairs and look at the bedrooms first. If they're as small as most of the bedrooms in the Gardner's house, we can quickly eliminate this house too."

Barry nodded. "I think that's a good idea, but I do want you to make at least a quick inspection of the rest of the house. Part of our purpose in looking at these houses is to get some kind of an idea about what you can expect to get for three million dollars."

I looked at the four women. "I think that's a good idea. If you have a little dead time at work tonight you might want to talk about some of the things you liked about these houses."

Tonya laughed. "Timmy honey, we don't have much dead time at work."

Barry turned to Mandy. There was a puzzled expression on his face. "When we met in my office this morning, didn't you tell me that the four of you worked in client relations for a large investment firm?"

Mandy nodded to Barry. "That's right."

"Is it usual for you to have to work on a Saturday night?"

I smiled to myself. Before I discovered the true nature of my wife's job I used to wonder about that exact same question.

Tonya answered without batting an eye. "Saturday is almost always a very active evening for us. Nearly all of our company's clients are hard driving businessmen. They put in long hours and even when they try to relax it's going to be work related. Our firm does much of it's entertaining on Saturday nights."

I was waiting for Barry to ask what they did when they entertained business clients, but he didn't. Tonya's answer seemed to satisfy him. At least he chose not to pursue the question. Instead he looked at all of us and said, "Let's go upstairs and look at the bedrooms."

Everyone nodded and followed Barry up the stairs. As we walked into the first bedroom Kelly asked; "Barry, did you ever see that Wagner guy and his two girlfriends again?"

Barry laughed. "Hell yes! In fact, I saw them the very next morning."

Tonya smiled at him. "Really? Tell us what happened."

Barry nodded. "Julie, the one who gave me the blowjob in the kitchen called me the next morning and told me they wanted to make an offer on the house. We agreed to meet at Wagner's apartment at 11:00. Julie was just getting ready to hang up when I had an idea. You see, that morning I'd told my partner, Don Maxwell about what had happened at the house on the previous afternoon. Well Don was always a big pussy hound so the story got him all hot and bothered. I kind of figured that since there were two women maybe I could bring Don along. I took a chance and asked Julie. She didn't even pause, she just asked what he looked like. I told her that he was a little older than me, but he was still a sharp looking guy. Julie told me to bring him along. She said that Sandra loved older men."

He looked at all of us and shrugged. "I realized that meant I was going to be with Julie again, but that didn't bother me. She was hot. When I told Don he was so excited that he popped a chubby right there in the office."

All of us laughed.

"When we got to Wagner's place Julie and Sandra were there, but Wagner was out running some errands. Hell that didn't bother us. We sure as shit didn't need him. I introduced Don to Sandra and she just glommed onto him. I guess she really did like older guys. That was just fine with me. Like I said, Julie was hot."

He paused for a moment and then he continued. "Anyway there were two couches in Wagner's living room. Sandra led Don over to one of them and Julie led me over to the other one. The next thing I knew Julie and I were making out like crazy and pulling each others clothes off. I looked across the room. Sandra already had Don's pants off and she was busy sucking his dick."

Barry chuckled. "Don wasn't the sharpest partner I've ever had, but he had a huge cock and Sandra was giving it a major league workout."

Keisha giggled. "I think I'd like to meet Don."

Barry laughed. "That could be easily arranged."

Kelly poked Keisha. "Don't sidetrack him. I'm loving this story."

Tonya nodded to Barry. "That's right, tell us what happened next."

Barry smiled. I think he was enjoying telling the story just as much as we were enjoying hearing it. "So we were on opposite ends of the living room going at it hot and heavy when Wagner walked into the apartment. After yesterday I wasn't nervous about him getting mad, but I was still curious about what was going to happen."

Shaking his head, Barry said; "It was fucking unbelievable. Sandra started calling him wimpboy and sissy and introduced Don as her new fuck buddy. Then she told Wagner that they're going to be busy for awhile and ordered him to take off his pants and shirt and start cleaning the apartment."

Barry laughed. "The fucking wimp actually did it. He took off his pants and shirt. Underneath he was wearing panties and a damn brassiere. Then he put on an apron, grabbed a dust cloth and started cleaning his apartment while his two girlfriends were busy sucking our dicks."

Barry paused and smiled. It was obvious that he found the memory amusing. After a moment he continued. "Anyway, Julie sucked my cock for a few more minutes then she took it out of her mouth, got up on her hands and knees on the couch and told me that she wanted me to fuck her doggie style. I got on the couch behind her and started rubbing the head of my dick up and down her slit. She was so hot to trot that she was dripping wet. I was all set to push my cock into her when she stopped me and called Wagner over. She told him that she wanted him to watch while I fucked her. The little sissy did it! He stood right there next to us and watched while I pushed my dick into his girlfriend's pussy."

Barry stopped and looked at all of us. I think he wanted to see if we were shocked by his story. We weren't.

After a moment, he just shrugged and continued. "So Wagner was standing there watching me pump my cock in and out of his girlfriend when we heard Sandra yell something like, Oh shit that feels so good. All three of us turned to see what was happening. Of course Don was on top of her fucking her with his great big dick."

Chuckling, Barry said; "I was at one end of the living room fucking Julie and Don was at the other end of the room fucking Sandra. Wagner just kept looking back and forth at both of us."

He took a deep breath. "We went at it hot and heavy for a while. Julie had a couple of orgasms. I held out for as long as I could, but finally it was too much and I shot my load into her cunt. We're lying there trying to catch our breath when we heard Sandra tell Don that she wanted him to pull out and cum on her face and her tits."

Barry shook his head. "That's just the kind of shit that Don fantasized about all the time. He stopped fucking Sandra, pulled his dick out of her cunt and moved up the couch so he was straddling her waist. Sandra sat up, grabbed his huge cock with both of her hands, aimed it right at her face and started jackin it like crazy. Don lasted about ten seconds and then he yelled something like , Oh Shit! and started pumping cum all over Sandra's mouth and nose."

Smiling. Barry said; "I gotta say, it was pretty fuckin hot." 

He started to laugh. "After Don got off of Sandra she wiggled her finger at Wagner and ordered him to come over and lick Don's cum off of her face. When Don saw him actually doing it, he started laughing and called Wagner names like wimp and pussy. That made me nervous. I stood to make a fat commission off of the sale of the house. I didn't want to risk pissing Wagner off, so I told Don to cool it. Don's a little thick and it took a minute, but he finally got the message and shut his mouth."

He paused for a moment. Kelly took the opportunity to ask a question. "Did Steve..." She stopped. "Steve was his first name, wasn't it?"

"That's right, but actually Julie and Sandra always called him Stevie."

Kelly smiled. "Just like we always call Tim Timmy."

Barry nodded.

My wife continued with her question. "Did Stevie get mad?"

Barry shook his head. "Fortunately he got off on being humiliated so it didn't upset him at all."

Mandy grinned at all of us. "He's obviously a submissive masochist. I'm sure it just gave him an extra little thrill."

"Did they buy the house?" It was apparent that Keisha's curiosity had been piqued.

Barry smiled. "They sure did. As soon as we were done fooling around we filled out the necessary paper work to make a formal offer. It was a fair offer and the sellers were desperate, so they accepted it immediately."

"Did you have anymore opportunities to fool around with Julie or Sandra? Keisha giggled. "I love that phrase, fool around. It's so descriptive." She reached over and squeezed my cock through my jeans. "Wanna fool around Timmy?"

Tonya playfully slapped Keisha's hand away. "Stopped that Keish. Remember, we have strict orders that there will be no shenanigans."

Barry ignored Tonya's comment and said, "Hell yes, after they signed the purchase agreement I butt fucked Julie on the conference table in my real estate office."

Kelly laughed. "You fucked her ass?"

Barry shrugged. "She asked me to do it and I wasn't about to say no."

"Were Sandra and Stevie there watching you while you did it?"

He nodded. "Of course, they were. They were sitting right at the table. In fact, after we were done fucking, Sandra made Stevie lick my cum out of Julie's asshole."

Mandy shook her head. "I love these people."

Tonya smiled. "I do too. Barry, do you still see them?"

"I've been to several parties at their house, and then about a year after they bought the first house..."

"The first house? What do you mean the first house? Were there more?" Tonya was shaking her head in amazement. So were the rest of us.

"About a year after they bought the first house, they bought a second one. Julie called me. The house next door to them was for sale and they wanted to buy if for their friends. They asked me to broker the deal for them. Hell, I was all for it, it was easy money."

"They wanted to buy the house next door for some friends?" Tonya stared at him. "Why don't you tell us a little more about this."

Barry shrugged. "Like I just said, I've been to several parties at their house so I've gotten to know their friends. They're a very tight group. There's six women and their husbands. They all got to know each other at this pick up joint on the northwest side of the city called Baxter's."

Mandy nodded. "My mother hangs out there. I wonder if she knows them."

Barry shrugged. "She may because I know for a fact that these women are out there all the time."

Kelly looked at him. "You said it's a pick up joint, so I assume they go there to meet men."

"That's exactly right."

"But you said they're all married." There was a twinkle in Kelly's eyes as she asked the question. She loved anything that might be a little kinky.

"Yes I did."

"Even Julie and Sandra and Stevie?"

"Julie married some English professor at the local community college."

"Maple Hills?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Mandy smiled at him. "I've been thinking about enrolling there."

Tonya looked at Barry. "Did Sandra and Stevie get married?"

"Yes they did. In fact it was right around the time that they bought the second house. I went to Sandra's stag party."

Tonya raise her eyebrows. "You went to Sandra's stag party? Isn't the bride's stag party supposed to be all women with maybe a couple of male strippers?"

Barry shook his head. "Not this party. This party was Sandra, her five women friends and about a dozen men. It was a real corker. I'll bet at least six different guys fucked Sandra that night. At one point she was giving a guy a blowjob while another guy was fucking her ass."

"Were the other husbands throwing a stag party for Stevie at the same time?"

Barry chuckled. "Hell no! In this group all the husbands are little pussy wimps like Stevie and Timmy." 

He glanced at me. "Sorry Timmy. That just slipped out. I didn't mean to offend you."

I shrugged. "That's okay Barry. I'm getting used to the label."

Mandy patted my butt and whispered, "Good boy."

Barry continued. "Anyway, Stevie wasn't allowed to have a stag party. He and the other husbands had to serve as slaves at Sandra's stag party."

Keisha clapped her hands together. "This just keeps getting better and better. I want to hear more."

"Tell us about the slaves." Tonya was smiling. 

"I don't know, it was pretty much the same thing as at all their other parties. The husbands have to bring us snacks and drinks and they're not allowed to participate in the sex."

Kelly grinned at him. "You mean they have to watch you guys having fun with their wives, but they're not allowed to get involved?"

Barry nodded. "That's right. Hell, they make them wear these chastity cage things so they can't even jack off."

"Chastity cages?" Kelly looked puzzled.

"Yeah, they have these plastic cases that go over each husband's cock so he can't play with himself or even get an erection. They're secured with little padlocks and each of the wives wears the key to her husband's cage around her neck or her ankle."

Keisha shook her head. "That is so hot." 

Kelly looked at Tonya and Mandy. 'Have you heard of these chastity things?"

Tonya said, "I've heard of them, but I've never seen one."

Next to me Mandy said, "when I was Caldwell Brunner's slave he took me to a number of parties where there were male slaves who were required to wear them."

"Are they uncomfortable for the slave, I mean does it hurt when he gets an erection or anything like that?" It was obvious that Kelly was very curious about chastity cages. 

Her interest both excited and frightened me. I was also a little shocked by Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and Mandy's collective lack of knowledge about them. I considered all four of them to be much more sexually sophisticated than me and I knew quite a bit about chastity cages. The cuckold web sites that I regularly visited had provided me with a very thorough education.

I thought about this surprising void on their parts for a moment and quickly grasped the reason. Kelly, Keisha, Tonya and Mandy were all sex professionals. Their business was pleasing men. They delivered their service during a very tightly defined period of time and during that time, it was their job to provide as much gratification as possible.

Chastity cages are instruments of denial and control. When they're used over extended periods of time they can create subtle feelings of frustration, impotence and emasculation. 

Most, if not all of the men these women entertained were looking for instantaneous gratification. Even the submissive masochists they played with most likely wanted them to use much more overt, intense and immediate devices of pain and pleasure like whips, strap on dildos or restraints. Chastity cages were simply not relevant to their profession.

Because of her experience as a slave, Mandy had had some limited exposure to chastity cages, but since she was a submissive female they held little interest for her. 

Barry tried to answer Kelly's question. "I don't think they cause any pain. The husbands were wearing them at every party and I never saw anything that indicated that they were in any kind of discomfort." He laughed. "Of course I wasn't actually paying very much attention to them."

Kelly turned to me. There was a mischievous smile on her face. I knew exactly what she was about to ask. She stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Timmy would you be willing to wear one of those chastity things?"

Nervously, I looked down at the floor. I'd anticipated the question, but it still rattled me. While chastity cages are fun and exciting, they're also scary. Surrendering your freedom to masturbate is a serious issue.

My wife saw the distress her question was causing me and quickly added, "It would just be for special occasions like the dinner party we had last night or maybe while I'm entertaining Chris or another man."

That relieved some of my concern, but not all. This was a door that I was a little worried about opening even a crack. Still, I was a submissive masochist and the idea was exciting. I decided that I had to trust Kelly. I looked up at her. 

Smiling at me, she said; "Please Timmy, I think it would be really hot to hold that kind of power over you." She stared at me.

I recognized that Kelly found this idea very exciting. In fact, I had to admit that I found it every bit as exciting as she did. Taking a deep breath, I looked directly into her eyes and whispered; "Ms. Mason, if it would make you happy I will agree to wear a chastity cage."

Kelly mouthed the words; "Timmy, I love you." There was a huge smile on her face.

Tonya, Keisha and Mandy all applauded. I'd actually forgotten that we had an audience. 

Barry glanced at his watch. Looking up in alarm, he exclaimed; "Damn we did it again. It's a quarter past three. The owners of this house were due back fifteen minutes ago. The five of you got me talking and I lost all track of the time."

Tonya laughed. "We might as well as well have spent the time indulging ourselves in some shenanigans."

Still smiling, Kelly said; "Nope, I loved Barry's story. We can always find opportunities for shenanigans, but you don't get to hear a hot story like that one very often."

"You just liked hearing about the chastity cages." Keisha was laughing.

Kelly grinned at her. "It got me so hot that I'm going to have to change my panties when I get home."

Mandy Started giggling.

Kelly looked at her and said, "What?"

"I'm surprised to hear that you're actually wearing panties."

Kelly rubbed the bridge of her nose with her middle finger.

Mandy grabbed my arm. "Timmy, your wife is flipping me off."

I grinned at her and slowly nodded my head. "Yes Mandy, I do believe that you have correctly interpreted the meaning of that gesture."

Barry chuckled. "Attempting to show a house to the five of you is like trying to herd cats."

Tonya threw up her arms in mock protest. "You're the one who told the story."

Shaking his head in exasperation, Barry said; "Come on, we have to leave."

As he herded us down the stairs Mandy teasingly said, "Meow."

The other three women immediately took up the cry. By the time we got to the bottom of the stairs, the stately old mansion we were inspecting echoed with a chorus of meows mixed with giggles and giddy laughter. 

Barry and I trailed the herd of frenzied felines out the front door. As we walked down the sidewalk to the boulevard he grinned at me and asked, "Timmy are you really planning to live with all of these women?"

Grinning back at him, I said; "Yup."

Barry thought for a moment and then he said, "I'm not sure about this chastity cage thing, but I gotta admit that there is definitely one part of me that envy's you."

I laughed. "I'm not sure about it either, but I am quite certain that I'm beginning a very interesting part of my life."

"I can't argue with that." Barry was chuckling.

As soon as we got to the car, the girls settled down. 

Tonya looked at Barry. "Is the next house just like this one?"

He nodded. "Yes, I think it is."




Courtesan Ch. 29



This is the twenty-ninth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Kelly dropped me off at Kirby's Quick Stop. I had to get my car. I didn't stop inside to say hello to Kirby and Elvira. I knew that I'd see both of them in the morning and Kelly was going to have to leave soon to go to the party at Eagle Lake. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her before she had to go.

By the time I got to our house Keisha, Tonya and Mandy were already in their own cars pulling away from the curb. When they saw me all three of them honked their horns and waved. I waved back. 

After they were gone I pulled my car into the garage and went into the house. Kelly was in the kitchen making a sandwich. 

As I entered the kitchen a sudden feeling of melancholy flooded my body. For the past several days, the combination of my early morning hours at Kirby's and my late nights with Kelly had resulted in my having to get by on three or four hours of sleep a night. I was young and resilient, but the intense schedule was starting to take a toll on me.

The past week had also been an emotional roller coaster. Going through the process of repairing my marriage, learning how to adapt to living a different and somewhat offbeat life style and meeting a group of new friends had been wonderful and exciting, but it had also been physically, mentally and spiritually taxing. I was suddenly feeling like I'd been sapped me of all my strength and vigor. 

I understood exactly what was happening to me. The low spirits I was feeling were the direct result of physical and emotional exhaustion. The solution was simple. I needed to rest.

When she heard me come into the kitchen Kelly turned and with a bright smile on her face asked, "Timmy I'm making a ham and cheese sandwich. Can I make one for you too?"

Before I could answer Kelly noticed the down cast look on my face and her smile immediately turned into an expression of concern. "Timmy honey are you all right?"

I smiled at her. "I'm okay, I think I just hit the wall."

Kelly nodded in understanding and then she walked over, put her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. As she hugged me she said, "It's been a tough couple of weeks. I'm sorry about what I've put you through."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her back. "We're done being sorry. Now I just want to be able to love you."

"I wish I could stay home tonight."

"I wish you could too, but you can't."

"I know." Kelly kissed my forehead. "I'll be home tomorrow night."

"Yes you will."

"What would you like to do? Would you like to go out to dinner?"

I shook my head. "No, I'd like to do something that we haven't done for a very long time."

"What's that?"

"I'd like to rent a movie and order a pizza."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Timmy I'm so sorry. During the last year I forgot about the simple things that used to make us happy."

"It's okay and as I just said, we're done being sorry."

"I know, but I think there are going to be times when that's difficult to do."

"Kelly we had a bad year, but with any luck we still have maybe sixty or seventy more years to enjoy each other. One year is nothing. Hell, we were fortunate. We figured it out. Lots of couples never do."

Kelly smiled at me and then she said, "Timmy I love you so much."

She hugged me and I hugged her back. For a brief moment we just held each other. Finally I felt Kelly's grip on my shoulders relax. She kissed my cheek and said, "You never answered my question."

I took and second to think and then I grinned and said, "I guess I forgot what it was."

Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Kelly said; "Would you like a ham and cheese sandwich?"

I smiled at her. "If I'm your slave, I think I'm the one who's supposed to be making the sandwiches."

"Not tonight babydoll, tonight I'm cooking for you."

"Cooking?"

"Okay, buttering bread and spreading mustard."

Kelly made two sandwiches. I smiled as I watched her work. This was the full extent of her cooking skills. There were many reasons that I was the slave and she was the mistress. Culinary expertise, while not the most important, was certainly one of them." 

Once the sandwiches were finished Kelly put each of them on a plate with a handful of potato chips. I took two Diet Cokes out of the refrigerator and we moved into the living room and sat down on the couch.

We talked while we ate. The conversation was pleasant, but it was just small talk. We discussed Keisha, Tonya, Mandy and Antoine and how lucky we were to have them as friends. Kelly told me how much she liked Kirby and Elvira and then of course Tonya came up again. We were both curious to see how that would work out. We spent some time discussing the house and then we talked about Barry and his amazing story.

The entire time we were eating we both carefully avoided the one topic that did have to be discussed. Actually discussed wasn't the correct word. There was nothing to discuss. It just had to be addressed. This was going to be the first time since college that Kelly was going out to spend an evening with another man when I was aware of it. Yes it was true that she'd been entertaining other men on a regular basis for more than a year, but I didn't know about those dates. Ignorance can bec bliss.

Now I did know and we couldn't pretend that it wasn't going to happen. We also had to acknowledge the fact that this was just the beginning and that after tonight it would be recurring on a regular basis. 

I think that Kelly was more worried about this than I was and she was the one who finally broached the subject. As soon as we were both finished eating our sandwiches she took our plates and set them on the coffee table. Then she took a sip of her soda and quietly said, "Timmy are you going to be okay about tonight?"

I smiled. Kelly had just acknowledged the presence of the five hundred pound gorilla who had been sitting in the corner of the room the entire time we'd been eating our sandwiches.

I took a moment. I wanted to be careful about how I answered her question. Honesty was important, but I also wanted to avoid causing Kelly any unnecessary distress. This was a topic that we'd discussed in detail over the previous several days. While I was content that we'd arrived at a decision that was best for both of us, I also understood that this was another life style change and it was going to require some effort on both of our parts to adapt to it.

Finally I took a deep breath and said, "I won't pretend that I'm not going to miss you tonight and I have to admit that I'm more than a little envious of the lucky guy you're going to be entertaining at Eagle Lake."

"Do you want me to call Tonya and cancel. I could tell her that I'm sick."

Vehemently shaking my head, I said; "No you can't, you made a commitment and the people at JTandR are relying on you. Besides, I don't believe for a moment that you want to cancel. I know you. You would never let Mandy, Keisha, Tonya and Antoine down. I'm also certain that you could never break a commitment to Martin Jackson or Wendell Tyler. I've never met John Reynolds, but I'm sure that you feel compelled to honor your commitments to him as well."

I winked at my wife. "And of course there is the most important reason of all. You want to go. Kelly you love the excitement of entertaining clients for JTandR. This is the perfect job for you. Hell, I'm willing to bet that you'd do this job even if they didn't pay you."

Kelly punched my shoulder. "Shut up! I wouldn't do it for free."

"Only because there's an army of hot guys out there that are cuter than the businessmen that JTandR assign to you."

She giggled. "Actually, some of those businessmen are pretty cute."

Shaking my head, I said; "I rest my case."

Kelly grinned at me. "All right, you understand me much too well; but I'm still worried about leaving you tonight."

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Kelly honey, you don't have to worry. Remember, I'm a submissive masochist. The pain and jealousy I feel when I know you're with another man excites me."

Kelly shook her head. "I know, but I love you so much and for the last year I've been so awful to you. I just don't want to hurt you anymore."

"Don't worry, you won't. Besides, right now I'm so tired that I think I'll probably go to bed the minute you leave and I doubt that I'll wake up again until it's time for me to go to work in the morning."

Kelly looked into my eyes. "You're sure?"

I nodded. "Yes, I'm very sure."

I glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was a quarter to five. "What time do you have to leave?"

"The party starts at seven. Tonya likes to have all of us there at least an hour ahead of time. It takes about forty-five minutes to drive to Eagle Lake and I don't want to have to rush, so I should leave in fifteen or twenty minutes."

I stood up. As I picked up our plates from the coffee table, I said; "Shouldn't you be getting ready? I mean don't you have to take a shower and put on your make up?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, I can do all of that after I get there. We all have our own bedrooms at both Eagle Lake and Evergreen. I have everything I need there."

She smiled at me. "Even the dress and the lingerie that they want me to wear tonight were brought out there this afternoon. Everything has already been placed in my bedroom. JTandR is a very tightly run organization."

I stopped and stared at my wife. "You have your own bedroom at Eagle Lake?"

Kelly looked at me. "Yes, why? Is that a problem?"

"No, not at all. It's just that...What time will you be done tonight?"

"I don't know, these things usually end between 1:00 and 2:00."

"And then you have a forty-five minute drive home."

"Yes."

"After you've been partying all evening."

Kelly nodded.

"Does everyone else go home right after the party ends?"

She shook her head. "No, everyone else generally spends the night at Eagle Lake. They all leave in the morning after they've had breakfast."

"Breakfast?"

"Yes, I've never been there for it, but everyone tells me that the kitchen staff puts together a wonderful breakfast in the morning."

"Why haven't you ever stayed for it?"

Kelly smiled at me. "Because it would have been a little hard to explain to you why I had to stay out all night for a work meeting."

I thought about what she'd just told me. After a moment I said, "I guess I should have realized that. Listen, now that I do know about your real job duties at JtandR I think you should start staying overnight after the parties are over. The idea of you driving home at 2:00 AM is a little frightening for me."

"Timmy are you sure? It would be nice to stay there, but I don't want to leave you alone all night."

I smiled at her. "Kelly I appreciate that, but by the time you get home, it will be nearly three. I'm most likely going to be sound asleep and I have to get up at five to go to work at Kirby's. I don't think it's worth the risk of you getting into a car accident so that we can sleep together for two hours."

Kelly nodded. "That does make sense, Would you like me to call you when the party is over?"

I considered that for a moment and then I said, "Not tonight, I really am exhausted. I need to sleep, but I would like it if you'd call me when you get to Eagle Lake."

"Why?"

"Once you're at Eagle Lake I'll know that your safe and I won't have to worry about you for the rest of the night."

Kelly walked over and kissed my cheek. "This is exactly why Tonya is so interested Kirby."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nice to have someone who worries about you."

Kelly sat at the kitchen table and watched while I put our plates into the dishwasher and cleaned off the counter where she'd made our sandwiches.

"Do you know the man you're going to be entertaining tonight?"

"Yes, this is an investment group from Chicago. It's run by two men and a woman. We'll be entertaining all three of them. They're good friends of Martin and John and regular investors in JTandR projects. I'll be assigned to one of the two men. I've entertained both of them in the past year. They're slightly overweight middle aged businessmen, but they're sweet guys. It will be a fun evening.

"The woman will be there too?"

"Yes."

"This is going to be a sex party, correct?"

Kelly smiled. "Oh yes, this is a very uninhibited group. When they get together for a party they like to have a good time."

"Even the woman?"

"Actually, she's the wildest of the three."

"Really?"

Kelly nodded. "At least at these parties. Timmy I'm sure that you've read enough stories on the Internet to know that there are some women who have a real thing for black cocks."

"Is she one of those women?'

"Yes she is, but you'd never believe it if you met her in a business situation. She's an extremely proper, very refined, immaculately groomed, absolutely beautiful woman in her late forties or early fifties. She's married, but not to one of her business partners. I understand that her husband is a professor at a small college just outside Chicago. She also has two teenaged daughters."

"But she cheats on her husband."

Kelly shook her head. "From what I understand, that only happens at the parties at Eagle Lake and she only attends those parties two or three times a year."

"Are you telling me that the rest of the time she's absolutely faithful to her husband?"

"That's what I've been told." Kelly laughed. "But at the parties she really lets her hair down. Tonight she will be a totally out of control slut. Antoine is going to be her date for the evening. When he wants to, he can be a very convincing street thug and tonight he will play that role to the hilt. Timmy I wish you could be there, it really is fun to watch."

"You can tell me all about it after you get home tomorrow."

"Would you like to hear about my date too?"

"Every last detail."

Kelly giggled. "It will be just like it used to be when I'd come home from a date while we were in college."

She stood up, walked over and wrapped her arms around my waist. As she hugged me she nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Will you lick my pussy while I tell you about all the naughty things I did with my date?"

I laughed. "I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

Kelly kissed my cheek with a loud smack and then she gave my butt a hard slap. "Get a good nights sleep tonight babydoll, because tomorrow night we're going to have some fun."

I grinned at her.

She kissed my cheek again, but this time it was more of a gentle caress. "Now I have to go. I'm going to miss you tonight."

I chuckled. "Even while your sucking your dates cock?'

Kelly smiled at me. "Even while I'm doing that."

My wife picked up her purse and then she grabbed my hand. "Come on Babydoll, you can walk me to my car."

I stood on the front lawn and watched while Kelly backed her Mercedes down the driveway and out into the street. As she put the big sedan into gear and accelerated she waved good by. I waved back.

I waited until she reached the end of the block and disappeared around the corner, then I went back inside.

I spent the next half hour tidying up the house. Our busy schedule over the past several days and the previous night's party had combined to leave things a little ragged. Once that was done I decided to make a bowl of soup. Kelly's sandwich had helped, but I was still hungry. I needed a little more to eat before I took a shower and retired for the night.

I was just finishing my bowl of clam chowder when the telephone rang. I picked it up. It was Kelly.

"Hi Babydoll!"

"Hi Kel."

She giggled. "I love it when I hear you call me that. I'm here Timmy. Mandy. Tonnie and Keish are in my room with me right now. They all told me to tell you that they send kisses."

In the background I heard a sudden uproar of laughter and giggling.

"Just a minute Timmy."

I could hear Kelly say; "All of you, be quiet. I can't hear Timmy talk."

"Babydoll, are you still there?"

"Of course."

"Keisha told me to tell you that they send a lot more than kisses."

I laughed.

"Timmy honey, you should see the dress they picked out for me to wear tonight. It's a black lace cocktail dress and it's really hot. I could never wear it out in public. It's cut so low that you can actually see the tops of my nipples and the hem is so short that it just barely covers my naughty parts." Giggling she added, "And I'm not going to be wearing panties. I think Robert, that's the man I'm going to be with tonight, is really going to enjoy it."

I chuckled. "I'm sure he is."

"Timmy I have to go. I just wanted to let you know that I got here and everything is all right."

"Thanks for calling Kel. Now I can sleep without worrying about you. Have a good time with Robert tonight."

"Don't worry sweetheart, you know I will."

I smiled. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that both she and Robert would have a very good time.

"Timmy, I love you."

"I love you to Kelly."

"Good night Timmy, I'll see you tomorrow." 

Kelly ended the call. I switched our telephone off and put it back in it's base."

After that I took a quick shower and collapsed into bed. I was exhausted. I fell asleep immediately and slept like a baby."

When I walked into the Quick Stop at six o'clock the next morning, Kirby was waiting for me. He looked very nervous. As I was pouring a cup of coffee, he said; "Timmy, there's something I have to talk to you about. It's kind of important."

I walked over to the counter, took a sip of my coffee and asked. "What is it?"

"Tonya called me at suppertime last night."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What did she want?" I had a pretty good feeling that I already knew, but I still had to ask.

"She invited me to have dinner with her at her apartment tonight." Looking at me with an expression of alarm, Kirby shrieked; "Timmy this is a date!"

I smiled at my big friend. "Yes, that's exactly what it sounds like to me."

"Timmy, I don't understand. What's going on? I mean yesterday four beautiful women took me up to my apartment and...." Kirby shook his head. "It was wonderful. It was like a fantasy scene out of a porn flick, but why? And now this! Tonya might be the most beautiful woman I've ever actually talked to in my entire life. What would possibly make her want to call me up and invite me to dinner. Timmy this has to be some kind of practical joke." 

Looking down at the floor, he whispered; "And if it is, it's not a very nice one."

It was apparent that all of this was causing my friend some serious emotional trauma. I decided that I needed to be forthright with him.

"First of all Kirby, none of this is a practical joke."

"Then why would...."

"Let's start with what happened yesterday morning. You know what my wife and her friends do for a living."

"Yes, of course I do. You've told me."

"Kirby, they act out sex fantasies with businessmen all the time. It's not that big a deal to them." I smiled. "They also happen to enjoy it. All four of them love creating kinky scenes."

"But why me Timmy? I'm not a big time business tycoon, I run a convenience store."

"I told them about what you did with Elvira. They decided that you're a very special kind of man. I happen to agree with them."

Kirby blushed. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable with compliments.




Courtesan Ch. 29



"They wanted to do something nice for you and what happened yesterday is what they do." I smiled at him. "Brace yourself buddy, they're not done. Yesterday morning they really did order three latex suits. Next week they plan to act out your secret fantasy with you."

"Timmy this is all really embarrassing."

I shook my head. "It shouldn't be. Sex fantasies are their passion. They aren't judging you. They don't judge, in fact they might be the four least judgmental people that I've ever met. Kirby the night before last Mandy led me into our living room on a dog leash so that I could watch my wife do a strip tease for another man."

"Weren't you embarrassed?"

"Damn right I was. I was humiliated, but you know me. I get off on that stuff." I looked at my friend. "Kirby are you judging me right now?"

Kirby was quiet. After a moment he said, "When you first told me about it; you know, how your wife sleeps with other guys and you're her slave and being embarrassed gets you excited. Well, I do have to admit that I did think it was pretty weird. But then I talked to Ellie about it and I've talked more about it with you. I guess I understand it a little better now or at least I'm used to the idea."

He shook his head. "It actually doesn't hurt anybody and what gets you off is really nobody else's business." And then he quietly added, "And your fantasies aren't really all that different than some of mine."

That last statement piqued my curiosity. I looked at Kirby and waited, but he didn't elaborate.

After moment I decided that my friend needed more time to come to grips with all of this so I quickly moved back to the original topic. "All right Kirby, now put yourself in the place of these four women. Their business is the fulfillment of erotic fantasies. They regularly encounter sexual kinks like yours or mine. Nothing shocks them anymore, nothing fazes them anymore and they stopped judging people a long time ago. They just take pleasure in helping people enjoy the wide variety of spicy scenes that excite them."

Kirby grinned at me. "That's a nice way to think about it."

"That's how they view it."

"Do you really think they're going to do it? You know, the rubber suits and whips and everything."

"They not only want to do it, they're excited about it."

"But you said that only three of them are going to dress up in latex."

"That's right, Mandy won't be wearing rubber."

"She must think this is too kinky."

I chuckled. "No Kirby, that's not it at all. First of all, in your fantasy the women are very well endowed like Kelly, Tonya and Keisha. Mandy has small breasts. She's also a submissive. Wielding a whip isn't her thing. She'll be there acting as Kelly, Tonya and Keisha's slave. Her job will be to tie you up and suspend you from the hooks on the ceiling. Then they'll order her to keep you excited by sucking and play with your cock while they take turns whipping you and teasing you with their breasts. Ellie is going to be there too."

He smiled. "That's good, I'd like her to be there. What do you think her job will be?"

"I think she'll probably be helping Mandy."

"Ellie's not a submissive."

"No, I'm pretty sure you're right about that, but she does love you. I think she wants to do anything she can to make this more exciting for you."

Kirby thought about this for a moment and then he said, "I love her too."

I nodded. "I know that Kirby. The first time I saw the two of you together it was obvious to me."

"I'd ask her to marry me, but I don't think she'd say yes. She has a pretty big thing for Wolfgang."

I shook my head. "Wolfgang's not the problem. It's the difference in your ages."

"But that doesn't matter to me. She's old, but I still think she's beautiful."

"I agree, she is beautiful. I also think that she's right. She's taking this position because she loves you."

"I don't understand."

"Kirby, right now Ellie is still healthy and vibrant; but as we age our bodies begin to wear out. When we get older that process starts to accelerate. How old are you?"

"Fifty-two.'

"And Ellie is seventy-two. Ten years from now you'll be sixty-two and she'll be eighty-two. At that age, she may still be healthy and vibrant; but she may not be. She doesn't want to take the risk of becoming a burden on you.'

"She could never be a burden!"

"No, but you could end up having to spend all of your time caring for her. Her health issues might consume a very important part of your life."

"I don't care! I trust her! I love her!"

"Yes, but she cares. She loves you too. She loves you enough to want to protect you from the burden of taking care of her as she gets older. Kirby, she wants a man her own age. She wants a man that she can take care of while he cares for her. A good marriage should be a constant process of give and take. Sometimes it doesn't happen that way. Sometimes catastrophe strikes and we step up and do what we need to do, but ideally all of us want to care and be cared for equally."

"That's not what you and Kelly are doing. You're her slave."

"Kirby that's just a game. I trust my wife implicitly. If something happened to me. If I were suddenly taken ill or I was in a serious accident, there isn't any doubt in my mind that Kelly would be there for me."

"I just want to be there for Ellie."

"Yes, and she wants to be there for you too, but she's worried that you're going to have to be there for her a whole lot more than she's going to have to be there for you. What's worse is that she's worried that when you do need her she may not be healthy enough to be able to help you. Kirby, you love her and she loves you, but you have to let her go. You have to allow her to find a man who can share the last stages of life with her."

"I don't understand."

"Kirby she needs a man who's going to be encountering the challenges of old age at the same time that she's facing them. That way they can weather them together."

Kirby closed his eyes and thought about this for a moment. Finally he sighed and said; "Yes, you're right. I know you're right. That's exactly what Ellie thinks. She's said those exact same words to me. I just didn't want to hear them."

"You can still be her friend." I smiled at him. "If you want, you can still be friends with benefits. I think you may have to make that very clear to her. She's very worried that she's old, wrinkled and ugly/"

Kirby shook his head. "Ellie is beautiful."

I nodded. "I agree with you, she is."

We both stared at the floor. After a moment I said; "Kirby, Ellie desperately wants you to find a woman your own age."

He slowly nodded. "Yes, I know she does."

"What did you tell Tonya?"

"I told her that I'd come to dinner, but Timmy I'm scared. Why is she doing this? Why does she want me? I'm an overweight, retired navy cook. She dates big time business tycoons. She dates classy men in hand tailored suits. I can't compete with guys like that."

"Kirby, she doesn't date them, they buy her."

"Doesn't she work with your wife at that investment company?"

"Yes, and both Kelly and Tonya entertain clients for the company."

"So those men aren't buying her, the company is paying her."

"Yes, but they're paying her to have sex with those men. Kirby; Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and my wife are all prostitutes. They don't like to use that word. I don't like to use that word either, but right now it's important that you understand that that's what they do."

Kirby sighed, "Yes I know that." Then he looked at me and said, "Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to talk me out of having dinner with Tonya?"

"No, not at all; in fact I'm hoping that you and Tonya do start dating."

"Then why are we having this discussion?"

"Kirby, Tonya told me that she started stripping when she was eighteen. She began working as an escort when she was twenty. By the time she was twenty-two she was charging five hundred dollars for an hour of her time and she had to have a full time appointment secretary to keep track of her schedule."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "That was twenty years ago Timmy. Five hundred dollars was a lot of money. She was pretty high class." He laughed. "She sure as hell wasn't one of those hookers hanging around in the bars outside a navy base." 

I smiled. "No Kirby, she certainly wasn't."

"She must have been making a ton of money. Why did she go to work for JTandR?"

"She was lonely Kirby. She was having sex with lots of men, but she didn't have any friends. She didn't have anybody to talk to. JTandR gave her life structure and provided working companions."

"But she's still basically an escort."

"Yes, and I think it's important for you to understand that she likes her job. She enjoys working for JTandR and she's not planning to quit anytime in the near future."

I smiled. "Kirby, Tonya and Kelly are very similar women. They both love sex. Having a job where they get paid for doing it is an ideal situation for them."

Kirby nodded.

"Last night my wife went to a dinner party put on by the firm. They were entertaining a group of investors from Chicago. Kelly was assigned to be the date for one of the men in that group. These dinners are actually sex parties. My wife called me just before the party started. She described the dress she was going to wear. She said that it was so low cut that you could see the tops of her nipples. She also told me that she wasn't going to wear any panties and that her dress was so short that when she was standing up, it barely covered her most intimate parts. Kirby, last night, any time my wife bent over or sat down she gave every man in the room a very good look at her naked pussy and ass."

Kirby shook his head in amazement.

I continued. "During the dinner, I'm certain that my wife flirted with her date and encouraged him to freely touch and fondle her to his hearts content. I'm equally certain that Kelly played with him during the entire time they were eating dinner."

"You mean she rubbed his cock while they were sitting at the table with the other guests?" Kirby was now even more amazed.

Nodding my head, I said; "Yes I'm sure she did. After dinner Kelly undoubtedly did a strip tease dance for the entire group and later I am sure that she and her date retired to a private room where she spent the rest of the evening sucking his cock and letting him fuck her."

I paused for a moment to let that sink in and then I added, "Tonya was also at that party and I'm certain that she had a similar assignment."

Kirby took a long slow breath and said, "So if I start dating Tonya, I'm going to have to accept the fact that while she's at work she'll be playing around with other men."

"That's right, it's her job. It will be a certainty."

He thought about that. After a moment he looked at me and said, "Doesn't the fact that Kelly was with another man last night upset you?"

"No it doesn't. I did miss her, but the fact that she let another man fuck her last night doesn't bother me at all."

"I know you've told me that before, but I really don't understand how you can feel that way."

"Kirby, to some people love and sex are synonymous. For Kelly and Tonya they're totally separate entities. There isn't any doubt in my mind that my wife loves me. She fell in love with me during our Sophomore year in college and she has loved me unceasingly ever since. Even during the difficulties that we encountered over the past year, I don't believe that her love for me faltered for even one second."

Kirby nodded. "Yesterday, when she was in the store I watched her. It was obvious from the way that she looked at you that she loves you. I wish I had a woman who looked at me that way. Maybe Elvira does."

"It is wonderful. Kelly loves me with all her heart, but over the past five years she's also slept with a large number of other men."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"Why should it? To Kelly sex is just a game or an activity like golf or bike riding. Some women like to play bridge, my wife likes to fuck. I have no more reason to be jealous of a man who's enjoying sex with her than I would her bridge partner."

"And you think Tonya feels the same way."

"Yes I do."

Kirby thought about that for a moment and then he said, "It's going to take me a little time, but I think I can learn to accept that idea."

We were both quiet. It was obvious that Kirby needed a moment to consider everything that had just been said. Suddenly he looked at me. "Timmy you said that Tonya was lonely."

"That's right."

"If she's so lonely, why hasn't she tried to find a boyfriend before now?"

"Partly it's her schedule. They do most of their entertaining in the evenings, but that's not the biggest problem."

Suddenly Kirby smiled. "I just got it. Now I understand. It's because guys back away as soon as they find out what she does for a living." He shook his head. "Before I met you and Ellie, I know that's what I would have done."

He paused for a moment and then he said; "That's why she's interested in me, isn't it Timmy? I already know about her job and she's hoping that I might be able to accept it."

"That's certainly part of it. but it's not the only reason. She was very impressed with what you did for Elvira. She also recognizes how hard you're working to keep this store open. Tonya believes that you're a very kind and gentle man, but she also sees the strength and determination in your heart. Kirby my friend, like it or not, you have managed to captivate this woman and I think that she's already decided that she wants to spend the rest her life with you."

Sighing, Kirby said; "Timmy I've never been in a serious relationship with anyone. I never even had a girlfriend while when I was in high school." He laughed. "Hell I've only been out on six dates in my entire life."

Suddenly I began to understand just how shy my big friend really was. I looked at him and asked, "Kirby are you a virgin?"

He stared at me. I think my question surprised him. After a moment he shook his head. "No, Timmy I'm not. I spent thirty years in the navy. I've been with hundreds of prostitutes." Then he smiled at me. "But maybe I am a virgin. I've never been with a woman because we loved each other."

"Cookie, that is about to change. As soon as I get my coat off I'm going to take you upstairs and give you the first of your daily blow jobs and when I do it I promise you that it's going to be an act filled with love."

Kirby and I both turned. Elvira was walking over to the storage closet. As she took off her coat she said, "I apparently walked in on a serious conversation. Who wants to bring me up to speed."

Kirby and I both smiled. When Elvira entered a room it was hard to avoid smiling.

"Tonya invited Kirby to dinner tonight." I just blurted it out.

Kirby glared at me.

Elvira stared at us for a moment and then she started to smile. "Really? That's wonderful news. Yesterday I could tell that she wanted to do it, but I was afraid that she might be too apprehensive to go through with it.'

Kirby looked at Elvira. "Ellie, I don't want to go to Tonya's tonight. I want to have dinner with you. Ellie, I think I love you."

Elvira smiled. "I know you do Cookie and I love you too, but it just wouldn't be right between us. I'm too old for you and you're too young for me."

She walked around behind the counter, put her arms around her good friend's waist and hugged him. "Baby if we got together I'd spend all my time worrying about who was going to take care of you after I'm gone. The pain I endured when Max died was unbearable. You know that, you were there. You were the one who rescued me." 

She shook her head. "But now that I've survived it, I realize that the pain was worth it because Max and I had fifty wonderful years together. Kirby I will love your forever and I know that you will always love me too, but if you commit your life to me you're going to get cheated. You won't get your monies worth. No Cookie, if Tonya wants you, grab her. The two of you could have thirty wonderful years together. The most you'll get out of me is another ten followed by frailty, illness and death."

"Ellie you could be healthy for a very long..."

"Maybe, but the odds are against it. No Kirby, you need to find a woman your own age and I need to find a man my age. I think it's best for a couple to go through the stages of life together."

Kirby closed his eyes and sighed. 

Elvira hugged him. "Don't be sad Cookie. You and I will be best friends forever." She grinned up at him. "And if you do get together with Tonya I'm fairly certain that she'll be willing to let me continue to give you an occasional blow job."

Kirby and I both laughed.

Elvira winked at me. "Would you like me to ask Kelly if I can give one to you too?"

"Ellie, how could I possibly turn down an offer like that."

"You'd be a fool if you did. My tits might sag a little, but I have some major league experience."

Turning back to Kirby, Elvira said; "All right, enough fooling around. We have some serious business to attend to. What time are you supposed to arrive at Tonya's apartment.'

"Six o'clock."

"Do you have some decent clothes to wear? I am not going to let you go to Tonya's looking like you just came directly from the store."

Kirby nodded. "Yes, I have a pair of gray flannel slacks, a pair of black wing tip shoes and a white dress shirt that I bought when I got out of the navy."

"Lets go up to your apartment and take a look at them. The white dress shirt doesn't sound too jazzy, but I suppose that it will have to do."

"Ellie before we do that please listen to me."

"What is it Cookie?"

"Ellie I'm terrified. Tonya is the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I cannot imagine why she'd even want to talk to a yokel like me?"

Elvira shook her head. "Oh Cookie, how can one person be so smart and so naive? Sweetheart you are a catch. Tonya has had her fill of slick, handsome wheeler dealers. She's looking for a man who is kind, considerate and reliable. Cookie that's you. Look at how hard you work at making this store a success."

Suddenly Kirby through his arms in the air. "But that's just it, it's not a success. The store is losing money. If I didn't have my navy pension I wouldn't be able to buy food."

He stared at the floor and quietly said, "I'm sorry that it came out like this, but I don't think I'm going to be able to keep the store open very much longer. I'm up to my neck in unpaid bills. My suppliers are telling me that they don't want to make deliveries any more."

Elvira looked at him. "Kirby, why didn't you tell me earlier? I have money, I could have helped you. Let's go see your suppliers tomorrow. Maybe we can still salvage the store."

"Thank you Ellie, but I think this store is a losing proposition. We just don't have enough customers. There's too much competition from the big chain stores and with the economy the way it is people aren't stopping for a cup of coffee and a doughnut on the way to work anymore."

He shook his head. "It took me a long time to admit it, but it's time for me to cut my losses and close the store." 

Kirby laughed. "I wonder how eager Tonya's going to be to date me once she finds out that I'm homeless."

Elvira stared at him for a moment and then she said, "You will not be homeless. You will never be homeless. If you lose this place you can move in with me. My house is little, but there's still plenty of space for the two of us. The house was paid for a long time ago, so you can live there rent free. That will give us some time to figure out what to do about your debts."

I smiled. "Kirby, you have friends, good friends. We can help you."

Elvira nodded. "Cookie, you pulled me through that horrible time after Max died. Now I can return the favor. Sweetheart, we're going to get you through this."




Courtesan Ch. 29



I looked at Kirby. "When do you plan to close the store?"

Kirby thought for a moment and then he said, "I just got an order of dairy products on Friday. It will last for at least a week and I need to try to sell as much of it as I possibly can. I'm guessing that I'll probably close the store about a week to ten days from now."

"I'll be here every morning to help you and you don't have to pay me."

"Timmy, you can't do that. I can't let you work for free."

"Why not? You're my friend and I don't have very many friends. I want to help you. Besides, I don't need the money. I'm back with my wife. Kelly makes more than enough money to support both of us. Kirby, whether you like it or not, until you close this store I am going to be here every morning at 6:00 AM. If you don't want me here you're going to have to lock the front door and if you do that, I'll stand in the parking lot and wait until you open it and let me into the store."

"And I'll be standing out there next to him. Face it Cookie, you might as well resign yourself to the fact that you're not going to get rid of us. Timmy and I are going to work for you for free until this store is finally closed. "

Kirby grinned at us. "I don't know what to say. You're the best friends I've ever had."

Poking his arm, Elvira said; "And don't you ever forget that." 

He laughed.

Elvira grabbed Kirby's wrist. "All right, now that we've settled that, let's go upstairs. Timmy can mind the store while we're gone."

As Elvira pulled him out from behind the counter Kirby asked, "Why are we going up to my apartment?"

"Because tonight you have a hot date with a beautiful woman and I want to make sure that you have some decent clothes to wear."

"But Ellie, now that you know about the store, you must understand that I can't possibly start dating a beautiful woman like Tonya. The moment I tell her I'm losing my store she'll throw me out of her house." Kirby shook his head. "And I can't start a serious relationship with a lie."

"Who said anything about lying. You're going to tell her the truth as soon as you walk in her front door. Trust me Cookie, she won't care."

I nodded. "Ellie's right Kirby. At this point in her life, money is not a significant motivation for Tonya."

Elvira kept pulling on Kirby's arm. As they crossed the store she said, "It's also time for your morning blow job."

"Ellie you don't have to do that."

"Yes I do and you're going to enjoy every minute of it. I give great head." She laughed. "I just hope that you have some new titty books to look at, otherwise you're going to have to be content with my wrinkly old boobies."

Now it was Kirby's turn to laugh. "Ellie, I can't think of anything that I would enjoy more than playing with your beautiful breasts."

When they got to the stairway leading up to Kirby's apartment Elvira stopped and looked back at me. "Timmy, tomorrow if you bring me a note from Kelly saying it's all right, you can have a blow job too."

Before I had a chance to answer, Elvira and Kirby disappeared into the stairwell. 

After they were gone I smiled and quietly said, "Ellie a blow job from a woman as beautiful as you would be a truly memorable experience." 



Courtesan Ch. 30



This is the thirtieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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It was just after noon by the time I got home. I was excited to see that my wife's Mercedes was already in the garage. 

Kelly was waiting for me when I walked in the back door. As soon as she saw me she ran to me, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss on the lips.

After we broke apart I smiled and started to greet her, but before I could say anything she burst into tears and cried; "Timmy I'm so sorry."

Confused, I looked at Kelly with a puzzled expression and asked; "What do you mean? What's the matter?"

She laid her head against my shoulder. "Last night as I was going to sleep I realized that I'd just spent three nights in a row with other men. Timmy, please forgive me. I don't know what I was thinking about. We just got back together a few days ago and already I'm ignoring you again."

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Don't worry, it's all right." Then I took her hand and led her into the the living room. I sat down on the couch and gently pulled her down next to me.

Kelly snuggled up to my shoulder. "Timmy, I was so sad when I went to sleep last night. I felt like I was back to treating you just like I did all last year."

"You should have called me. We could have talked about it."

"I didn't want to wake you. You haven't been getting enough sleep lately. You needed to rest."

"Kelly you can always call me, especially when you're feeling sad. I have plenty of opportunities to catch up on my sleep."

I put my arm around Kelly's shoulders and held her. As she cuddled against me she whispered, "Timmy I really am sorry."

Gently kissing her blond hair, I said; "You don't have anything to be sorry about. We're adopting a new life style. Change can sometimes be difficult. We love each other. As long as we don't forget that and remember to talk to each other, I think we can contend with anything."

"But Timmy I devoted two consecutive evenings to Chris and then I spent last night partying with Robert. I'm afraid that we're starting to fall back into the same pattern we were in before you left me. I don't want that to happen. I caused you so much pain during the past year. I don't want to do that anymore." Kelly's voice turned into a whisper. "I'm also terrified that you're going to leave me again. Please Timmy, don't do that. I don't think I could live without you."

"Don't worry Kelly, I won't leave you. I'll never leave you."

She looked up at me. "Do you promise?"

I chuckled, "Yes I promise."

Kelly hugged me. 

We were both quiet for a moment and then I said, "There's a big difference between the way it is now and the way it was during the past year."

"What do you mean?"

"Now I'm involved. You're including me in this part of your life. Yes, you did spend two consecutive evenings with Chris, but I was there too. Those two evenings weren't totally devoted to him, they also involved me." 

I smiled. "And yes, you did spend last night partying with another man, but Kelly that was a job assignment. You were working. I also knew where you were and what you were doing. You even called me when you got to Eagle Lake. I really appreciated that."

"I liked talking to you too."

"I do think that we learned something last night. I think that from now on when you're at a party or on a date that's going to keep you out all night you should call me when you get back to your room."

"Timmy, that's always going to be really late. I don't want to wake you up. You need your sleep."

"Kelly we're going through a process of change right now. Our life has been pretty intense. It is true that I haven't been getting much sleep lately, but soon things will start to settle down and our life will get back into a regular routine. It will be a new and different routine, but it will be a routine and I'll start finding more opportunities to sleep. I really would love to talk to you when you get back to your room after a date."

"Timmy, I'd like that too, but there's still another problem."

"What's that?"

"Sometimes the guy wants me to spend the night with him. He wants me to sleep with him so that he can have one more fuck or a blow job when we wake up in the morning."

I shrugged. "That's all right. I guess that if I don't hear from you I'll just have to assume that that's what's happening. You can call me after he leaves in the morning."

Kelly slowly nodded her head and then all of the sudden her face lit up. "I know what I can do Timmy. I'll keep my phone in the clutch purse I carry at parties. As soon as I find out that a guy wants me to spend the night with him I'll go into the bathroom and text you the message, 'All niter'."

I grinned at her. "That's an excellent idea. Then I won't have to worry when I don't hear from you." I had a sudden concern. I paused and looked at her. "Doing that won't be a problem will it? I mean telling a guy that you have to stop and send a text to your husband might put a damper on the rest of the evening."

Kelly giggled. "Yes, you're absolutely right. If I said that to a guy it probably would put him off a little bit, but I'd never do that. I'll just go into the bathroom and close the door. Everybody has to go to the bathroom."

Kelly shook her head. She was still giggling. In a voice filled with exaggerated seriousness she said, "Excuse me sir, would you please stop fucking me for a moment so that I can send a text message to my husband."

"You're mocking me."

"Yes I am."

"Be nice. I was trying to be good."

Kelly hugged me. "Timmy, you are good." She paused. "No, that's not true."

I looked at her with a questioning expression.

Grinning at me, she said; "You're wonderful."

We both smiled.

Kelly and I held each other. After a moment I said; "See, if we talk about it we can solve any problem that confronts us."

Kelly sat up and kissed my cheek. "Timmy I'm so glad I married you."

I laughed. "So am I."

She cuddled up to my side again. There were a few seconds of very comfortable silence and then Kelly said, "I have an idea.'

"What is it?"

"My life as a hostess gets pretty hectic. Tonya tries to keep us scheduled about a month in advance. Sometimes Martin, John and Wendell need to change the schedule on short notice, but that doesn't happen very often. I think we should get a copy of the schedule and put it on our refrigerator. That way you'll know when I'm going to be out and it will give us chance to schedule some evenings like tonight that are just for us, ."

"I think that's an excellent idea, but I also think we should schedule some dinner parties. You know, like the ones we just had."

"You mean parties where I have a date and you're my slave?"

My entire body tingled with excitement. Once again I gently kissed Kelly's blond hair and then I quietly said, "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

I heard Kelly's breath quicken and I felt her body grow tense in my arms. After a moment she whispered, "Timmy that's a delightfully delicious idea. I'd like that very much."

Kelly slipped her hand to my lap and gave my penis a playful squeeze. 

I gasped.

She giggled and asked; "Would you like to hear about my date last night?"

Excited, I answered; "I thought you'd never ask."

"Just a moment." Kelly stood up. I eagerly watched as she unbuttoned her blue jeans and pushed them down to the floor along with her panties. After she stepped out of them she pulled off her tee shirt and tossed it on the stuffed chair next to us. Then she unclasped her brassiere and lasciviously licked her lips as she slowly pulled it away and exposed her large breasts."

My breath caught. Kelly was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Seeing her naked was always an exhilarating experience for me. 

Kelly noticed my reaction and smiled. She enjoyed knowing that men found her exciting and it pleased her when she caught a man, any man including me, looking at her. My wife was an unabashed exhibitionist.

"You like looking at me naked, don't you Timmy?"

"Yes very much."

"Don't you think it would be better if you were naked too."

I nodded and then I stood up, quickly tore off my clothes and tossed them on the stuffed chair next to Kelly's clothes. Once I was naked I looked at my wife.

She smiled at me. "Very good Timmy, I like telling you stories when we're both naked."

"I like that too." I was so excited that my voice cracked.

Kelly looked at me with a lascivious smile and then in a very seductive voice she asked, "When I tell you this story, would you like me to be nice, naughty or nasty. If you want me to be nice, I'll be your sweet little wife. If you want me to be naughty I'll be a wanton slut. That's the way Chris likes me. You know what nasty means, don't you Timmy?"

I slowly nodded my head.

"Which will it be Timmy, nice? naughty? or nasty?"

There was never any doubt in either of our minds about which choice I would make. I took a deep breath and said, "Nasty."

My wife sat down on the couch and spread her legs. Staring into my eyes, a wicked smile formed at the corners of her mouth. Her hands slipped to her shaved pussy. As she began fondling herself, she said; "That means that now you're dicklet and I'm Ms. Mason, doesn't it."

Swallowing hard, I nodded again.

"I was hoping that you'd choose nasty. For you and me nasty is so much more fun than nice and naughty. Wouldn't you agree with that," Kelly paused and then in a voice dripping with arrogant disdain added, "dicklet,"

My entire body tingled with excitement. I bowed politely and in my most obedient tone of voice answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, I would agree with that."

Kelly winked at me. I smiled and winked back at her. Her wink was to remind me that she loved me and my wink back was to reaffirm to her that I knew that."

"Masturbate for me dicklet, I want to see you stroking your little weenie while I tell you about the man who fucked me last night."

I didn't balk, I didn't even hesitate. I just grabbed my tiny erection and started to masturbate.

Kelly smiled as she sat on the couch fingering her moist pussy while she watched me standing in front of her slowly stroking my erect penis. "That's a good boy, jerk off while I tell you all about my latest lover. His name was Robert. He's not a little wimp like you, he's a very wealthy and powerful business man. I've been with him before, several times in fact. I enjoy seeing him. He knows how to satisfy a woman like me."

I took a deep breath. Kelly was trying to push my submissive masochistic buttons and she was being very successful. 

"Robert and the rest of his group arrived at Eagle Lake just after seven. Martin and John were with them. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy, Antoine and I were all waiting for them in the parlor. Antoine was wearing a purple silk shirt, a pair of gray slacks and enough gold jewelry to fill a pirate chest."

Kelly's imagery made me smile. Men were my wife's foremost passion, but she had others. Poetry was one of them. That particular passion was evident even when she was speaking. She enjoyed making colorful references.

"He was decked out in his best ghetto bling." She laughed. "You got to know Antoine yesterday. He's a very gentle, soft spoken man; but when he chooses to do it, he can become an extremely convincing street thug."

I chuckled. My impression of Antoine was that he was a bright man with a dynamic personality. I didn't doubt for a minute that he could easily shift into a variety of personas.

"The rest of us were all wearing black cocktail dresses. I told you about my dress when I talked to you last night on the telephone. You remember, don't you?"

I nodded.

"It left very little to the imagination. I could never wear that dress out in public. Tonya, Keisha and Mandy's dresses were very similar."

"Ms. Mason?"

"Yes dicklet."

"Am I allowed to ask questions and make comments?"

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she grinned, grabbed my wrist, pulled me down on the couch next to her and threw her arms around my neck. After kissing me passionately on the lips, she said; "Timmy I love you so much. I always want you to be able to talk and ask questions. Playing a game with you wouldn't be much fun if you had to be silent all the time." 

She paused to think. After a second she said, "Maybe sometimes when I'm entertaining Chris or Tonya and Keisha, it might be fun to require you to remain silent as a sign of respect and subservience; but that should be the exception rather than the rule. If we decide to do that I think we should talk about it first. I'm afraid that by restricting your freedom to speak I might be excluding you from the game, or at least be severely limiting your ability to participate."

I smiled. "Thank you Ms. Mason. I appreciate your generosity."

The wording and tone of my answer seemed to surprise Kelly. After studying me for a moment, she smiled and said; "You're feeling very submissive right now aren't you, dicklet."

Breathlessly, I answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, I am. "

Gently placing her hand on the back of my head, Kelly pulled my face to her breast and whispered; "Lick me dicklet, give me pleasure."

I closed my eyes and sucked my wife's engorged nipple into my mouth. I used both my tongue and my teeth. As I sucked on her, I was careful to avoid biting her too hard. I knew my wife well. Unlike me, she preferred her pleasure to be pain free.

Kelly cooed with delight. "Yes dicklet, that feels so nice."

She allowed me to nurse on her large breasts for a few minutes and then I once again felt the pressure of her hands at the back of my head. "Go down on me dicklet. I want to feel your tongue in my pussy."

Obediently, I slipped off the couch and kneeled between my wife's parted thighs. Once I was in position she said, "Yes dicklet, this is the way it should be. I love it when you're kneeling at my feet."

I looked up at Kelly, a wave of excitement rippling through my loins . Taking a deep breath, I said, "Yes Ms. Mason, I agree."

She pulled my face into her already wet sex. I licked her. As I licked her she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Kelly took a minute to enjoy the attention of my tongue and then she opened her eyes again. Looking down at me, she said; "Are you ready to hear about the party?"

Smiling up at Kelly, my face wet with her moisture, I eagerly answered; "Yes please."

Kelly returned my smile, took a quick breath and began; "We met our guests in the parlor. As soon as I walked into the room, John Reynolds took my arm and led me over to Robert. When he presented me to him, John made it clear that I was Robert's for the entire evening."

I had returned to licking Kelly's cunt. She ran her fingers through my hair and asked, "Does it excite you to hear that I was given to another man last night?"

I tried to look up at my wife so that I could tell her that it did, but her hands kept my face pressed into her sex. Instead I just nodded and continued to pleasure her. 

"After John handed me to Robert, he gave Tonya to Carl. Carl is one of Robert's two business partners. Lydia is his other partner. I told you about her last night. While Tonya and I took Robert and Carl over to the bar to get each of them a cocktail, John led Lydia over to Antoine. Ordinarily he would have done the same thing he did with Tonya and me. He would have taken Antoine's hand, placed it in Lydia's and told her that Antoine was hers for the evening. He didn't do that with Lydia. Do you remember what I told you about Lydia's fantasy when I talked to you last night?"

I nodded.

"John took Lydia's hand, placed it in Antoine's and said, "Damon, this is Lydia. She's your toy for the evening. Have a good time with her."

I looked up at Kelly. This time she didn't try to hold my face in her cunt. "Why did John call Antoine Damon?"

"Timmy, I already told you about this. None of us use our real names while were working. I use Melody. You remember, don't you? "

"Yes, I remember."

"Antoine frequently uses Damon. Tonya uses Ginger, Mandy likes Mitzi and Keisha almost always uses Jasmine." Kelly smiled at me. "Any more questions right now?"

I grinned at up at her and shook my head. 

Giggling as she pushed my face back into her cunt, Kelly said; "All right then, it's time to get back to work."

I started licking Kelly again. Her breath caught. She closed her eyes. For a moment we both focused our attention on her pleasure. Finally she sighed, took a long slow breath and said. "A common fantasy for many women is to be taken and used by a strong powerful man. Antoine is very good at playing that role. Even when he's being forceful, there's a softness about him that makes women feel safe."

"Lydia must have had a very exciting evening."

Kelly looked down at me and smiled. "Yes dicklet, she did."

"Tell me more about your evening with Robert."

Kelly grinned at me. "You're a perv."

"There's nothing new about that."

She giggled. "And that's one of the many reasons that I'm so madly in love with you."

I gave Kelly's cunt a passionate kiss. 

She laughed. "And that's another one of the reasons."

I looked up at her. In a very firm tone of voice, I said; "You were telling me about Robert."

Kelly raised her eyebrows. "My my, is my little slave boy suddenly becoming assertive?"

"It seems to be the only way to keep my attention deficit wife on task."

Laughing again, Kelly said; "Timmy you are priceless."

"Robert?"

"Okay, okay; Tonya and I had taken Carl and Robert over to the bar to get each of them a cocktail. As soon as they had their drinks we led them to our private rooms. Do you remember that I told you that at both Eagle Lake and Evergreen there are several very small private bedrooms on the first floor that are assigned to us when we're entertaining?"

"Yes."

"Tonya brought Carl to her private room and I brought Robert to mine. When we're entertaining, our gentleman are often very excited at the beginning of the evening. The anticipation of the sex can be a little distracting for them."

I chuckled. "That's not hard to believe."

Kelly ignored my comment. "Our job is to provide these men with a memorable night. Starting the dinner party by taking them to a private room for a nice slow blow job takes the edge off of their excitement and allows them to relax and enjoy the entire experience."

"You've mentioned before that when you're with a guy you like to start him out with a blow job."

"It does seem to help most men relax."

I laughed. "That might be the understatement of the year."

Smiling at my joke, Kelly continued. "As soon as we got into our private room I took Robert's sports coat off of him and hung it in the closet. He kicked off his shoes and I had him lie back on the bed with his head propped up on several pillows. After I lowered the top of my dress so that he could play with my breasts I kneeled on the bed next to him, unzipped his pants and took out his erect penis."

She looked down at me. "His cock wasn't huge. It was probably only about five inches, but it was nice and thick. I put it in my mouth and sucked him while he relaxed and sipped his Manhattan."

I looked up at my wife. "I can easily see how that might have put him at ease."

Kelly grinned at me.

I closed my eyes and slowly licked my wife's cunt while I visualized the scene that she had just described. In my mind I formed a clear picture of Robert lying back on the bed with his head propped up by several pillows so that he could sip his cocktail and fondle my wife's large breasts while he watched her suck his cock."




Courtesan Ch. 30



Above me Kelly said, "You're imagining what happened, aren't you Timmy."

I nodded.

She smiled. "There's something very sexy about giving a man a blow job while he still fully dressed."

Her comment made my entire body shiver with excitement. I pushed my tongue deep into the folds of Kelly's moist pussy and licked her with even more intensity.

Kelly giggled. "Oh my!" She closed her eyes, laid her head back on the couch and took a moment to enjoy the sensations of sweet pleasure that I was giving her. After a few seconds she took a deep breath, sat back up and continued. "It only took me a few minutes to make Robert cum."

I pulled my face away from Kelly's cunt. I could feel the moisture of her arousal coating my nose, lips and cheeks. I smiled up at her. "That first blow job never takes very long, does it."

Kelly burst out laughing. "Timmy honey, you have become a very experienced cuckold."

"When you tell me stories like this I try to be an attentive listener." I grinned at my wife. "I'll bet you swallowed all of his semen too."

Kelly looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "You know I did. I always do that."

I gave her pussy a gentle kiss. 

Sighing with contentment, she said; "Robert quickly finished his Manhattan and then we both stood up. After he put his limp cock away and zipped up his pants we rejoined the party."

"Didn't you pull up the top of your dress?"

Kelly shook her head. "No this was a sex party. I knew that Martin and John would want me to leave my breasts exposed."

"Just like the party at our house last night."

"That's right, and when we got back to the parlor Keisha, Tonya and Mandy were also topless."

"What about Lydia?"

Kelly smiled. "All she was wearing were her garter belt, nylon stockings and high heels."

"Wasn't she wearing panties?"

"No, and Timmy listen to this. Yesterday you saw that Mandy, Tonya, Keisha and I are all shaved."

"Yes."

"Lydia isn't. Her pussy is covered with a thick thatch of auburn pubic hair."

My breath caught.

Kelly grinned at me. "You've never seen a woman with pubic hair, have you Timmy."

"Just in pictures on the Internet."

"It was really very sexy, especially with her pussy framed by her black garter belt."

I took a deep breath.

"I thought that would excite you." Kelly smiled. "But it gets even better." 

She leaned forward. "Mandy is a talented artist. She uses washable ink to create wonderful temporary tattoos. In an arc below Lydia's garter belt and just above her pubic hair she'd written in very nice script letters, 'Black Cock Only'"

I smiled.

"That's not all. On Lydia's left breast Mandy had drawn the outline of the continent of Africa and colored it in with three stripes, one red, one black and one green."

"That's a big part of the interracial fantasy."

Kelly nodded. "The tattoos branded her as being a black cock slut."

I laughed. "And you accuse me of spending too much time reading porn on the Internet."

My wife shrugged. "What can I say, it's professional research. Creating erotic fantasies is my job"

I rolled my eyes.

Kelly giggled. "Hey it worked.'

"What do you mean?"

"Lydia was so turned on that the pubic hair around her pussy lips was already matted and wet."

I smiled. "She was having fun."

"Timmy, it looked to me like she was having the time of her life."

"Tell me about the rest of the party."

"We all had another cocktail, and then we sat down to a steak dinner."

"You were still topless?"

"Oh yes and Robert constantly had a hand on one of my breasts."

"He was enjoying himself."

Kelly laughed. "He certainly was. Of course the fact that I was playing with his cock all through dinner might have added to his fun."

"While you were eating?"

Kelly shrugged. "Why not? I'd already had his cock in my mouth. It wasn't like I was worried about germs or anything."

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"After dinner Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and I took off our dresses."

"So then you were just as naked as Lydia."

"That's right. The men played craps for about an hour. You remember that I told you that there's a casino craps table and two professional dealers at both Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

I nodded. "Yes, I remember. What did you do while the men were playing craps?"

Kelly grinned at me. "We entertained them."

Laughing, I said; "I wonder how."

"At first we were just playing with them through their trousers; but when it was Antoine's turn to roll the dice he unzipped his pants, took out his cock and made Lydia get down on her knees and suck him."

I chuckled. "I wonder what her college professor husband would have said if he knew his sweet little wife was sucking a black man's cock while he played dice."

Kelly flashed me a devilish smile and said, "I wonder what my husband would have said if he'd seen me unzip Robert's pants, take out his cock and suck him when it was his turn to roll the dice."

I chuckled. "I think it would have excited him so much that he would have cum all over his panties."

Kelly patted my head. "I hope that someday you might get a chance to attend one of these parties. I think it would be fun to have you watch while I entertain a gentleman."

"Yes, that would be fun."

For a moment Kelly and I smiled at each other and then she said; "Once we were finished playing craps I took Robert back to my private room. After I undressed him he lay on the bed and stroked his cock while I danced for him."

"I'll bet he enjoyed that."

"Oh yes, it got him very excited. As soon as I sensed that he was ready I got on the bed, straddled him and slipped his cock into my pussy."

"He didn't want to be on top?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, it's fairly common for guys to want to have me on top. I face them and that gives them a better chance to play with my breasts while they fuck me. It's also an easier position for a man who's a little older and maybe not in quite as good physical condition."

I nodded. "That makes sense. How many times did he fuck you?"

"Just once. I did coax another erection out of him, but he wanted to finish the night with a second blow job." My wife smiled. "For a lot of guys a blow job is a special treat."

I laughed. "Especially one of yours."

Kelly grinned at me. "Would you like a special treat right now?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically.

She pulled me up on the couch so that I was sitting next to her and then she repositioned herself so that she was kneeling next to me. As Kelly leaned over and started kissing and licking the head of my erection I chuckled and said, "I guess you're done being nasty."

Giggling, she looked up at me and said; "I think that might be a safe assumption, but don't worry pussyboy. I guarantee you that the situation is just temporary. Now be quiet. There's nothing in this world that I enjoy more than sucking your cute little pecker. I don't want to be distracted by any more of your silly jokes."

I laughed. 

Kelly started licking and kissing me again. After a moment she took all of my tiny cock into her mouth and began sucking me. I was already aroused by Kelly's story, so it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingling building in my loins. When I ejaculated my wife kept me in her mouth and continued sucking me. That really is an incredible feeling. 

Once I was finished, Kelly swallowed my cum and then she sat up and put her arms around my neck. As she hugged me she asked, "Did you enjoy that Babydoll?"

I grinned at her. "It was absolutely fabulous. Can I return the favor?"

Kelly giggled. "I thought you'd never ask."

I slipped off the couch and returned to my position between my wife's legs. As I began licking her Kelly took a deep breath and said, "Timmy honey, will you do that new trick for me. It really is wonderful."

She slid forward and raised herself up giving me access to her beautiful rear. I pushed my tongue into her asshole and licked her for a moment. Once she was nice and wet I stopped licking her, put my middle finger into my mouth and got it wet. Kelly's breath caught as she felt me slip my finger into her tiny hole. I pushed it all the way in to my second knuckle and then I waited for a moment. As soon as I sensed that she was comfortable with its presence I started fucking her and returned to licking her pussy.

Giggling with delight, Kelly said; "Yes Timmy, that's it. That feels so nice. Now suck on my clit. Make me cum!"

I quickly found my wife's engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth. At the same time I continued fucking her ass with my finger. 

Kelly started gyrating her hips and grinding her sopping cunt into my face while I sucked and licked her clit and worked my finger in and out of her asshole. "Yes Timmy, that's what I want. That's exactly what I want! Do it! Fuck my ass with your finger while you suck my on big clitty!"

Wrapping her legs around my head, Kelly pulled me even more tightly into her and held me locked in that position with a vise like grip. With my face now mashed into her sopping sex, I kept licking and sucking her cunt and fucking her ass with my finger. 

She grabbed my hair and held on to it like it was the mane of horse she was riding bareback. I could feel the tension building in her loins. Suddenly she arched her back and then she screamed. I kept sucking Kelly's clit and fucking her ass while her orgasm erupted in her body and she cried and shook with pleasure.

I suppose it's because I'm a submissive masochist, but I actually get almost as big a thrill out of Kelly's orgasms as she does. 

For a moment we were both suspended in a frenzy of carnal ecstasy and then the torrent of pleasure began to subside. Returning to reality, I felt my wife start to relax. I stopped sucking her clit, but I kept my lips pressed against her sex while I gently slipped my finger out of her rear. 

Kelly released her leg hold on my head and placed her feet back on the floor. Then she leaned forward and lovingly pulled me up onto the couch so that I was sitting next to her. 

I smiled at her, my face glistening with the moisture of her arousal. She smiled back at me and softly kissed my forehead. "Thank you Timmy, that was wonderful."

After that we collapsed into each others arms. For several minutes we cuddled together enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. Finally Kelly leaned over, pressed her lips against mine and kissed me. I kissed her back. It was a passionate kiss, but a different kind of passion. Our desire and lust had been temporarily sated. This was a long slow kiss, soft and gentle and filled with love.

After we kissed we quietly held each other for a few more minutes and then Kelly stood up, grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. Tenderly kissing my cheek, she said; "Come on Timmy, let's go take a nap."

I smiled at my wife. "At this moment I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

By the time we woke up it was nearly six o'clock. We took a quick shower together. After we were dressed I called and ordered a pizza while Kelly combed her hair and put on a little makeup. 

On the way to get the pizza we stopped at a video store and rented a movie. It was a romantic comedy. Neither of us was in the mood for anything serious.

We spent the evening cuddled together on our den couch watching the movie while we ate pizza and drank diet soda. 

After the movie was over we watched the ten o'clock news and then Kelly led me back to the bedroom. As she unbuttoned my shirt she nuzzled my ear and said, "Timmy I want you to fuck me before we go to sleep tonight. I spent two consecutive nights with Chris and last night Robert's cock wasn't long, but it was thick, so I'll be a little stretched out. I don't care. This was a wonderful evening and I want to end it by making love with you."

I didn't say anything. I didn't need to. I just started unbuttoning Kelly's blouse. As soon as we were both naked we climbed into bed. I went down on Kelly and brought her to a quick orgasm with my tongue. After she regained her composure she sat up and kissed me. As we kissed she rolled me onto my back, straddled my hips and slipped my tiny erection into her very wet cunt.

Smiling at me, she placed my hands on her naked breasts. "Timmy, this is how Robert fucked me last night. It's important to me that you have that exact same pleasure tonight."

I grinned at my wife and played with her large breasts while she rocked back and forth on my rigid cock. She was a little stretched out from her previous evenings with Chris and Robert, but I didn't care. Her pussy felt warm and wonderful. Just being inside her was exciting enough for me.

Kelly had already given me a blowjob earlier that day, so I was able to last for several minutes. When she sensed that I was about to cum she stopped rocking, clenched my penis as tightly as she could with her pussy and held me firmly inside her while I ejaculated my semen into her womb.

As soon as I was finished Kelly leaned forward so that she could kiss me. My tiny softening penis immediately slid out of her slippery cunt. 

She quickly sat up and said, "Oops." 

I smiled up at her. "I'll bet most men are big enough to stay inside you when you do that."

Giggling, Kelly said; "Yes they are." And then her face suddenly filled with alarm. "Babydoll, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It just popped out. I wasn't trying to make you feel bad." 

She shook her head and sighed; "I should have been more careful when I moved." 

I gently patted her arm. "There's isn't any reason for you to be sorry. You didn't make me feel bad." 

Laughing, I said; "Hell, we both know that I have a tiny penis. There isn't any reason to try to pretend otherwise. We also both know that most of the men you play with are bigger than me. It is going to be harder for you to keep me inside you after were done making love." 

I shrugged. "I don't think we should worry about it at all. Besides, I love it when you lean forward and press your gorgeous breasts into my chest."

Kelly's face broke into a huge smile. She leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time as she kissed me she deliberately rubbed her chest against mine."

As soon as she was finished kissing me I looked up at her with an impish grin and wiggled my eyebrows. "Now that's exactly what I was talking about."

Giggling, Kelly kissed me one more time and said; "Timmy I love you so much." And then she rolled off of me. 

She lay down next to me. I put my arm around her while she snuggled up to my side and laid her head on my shoulder. For a long time we cuddled together in silence. 

I was just starting to fall asleep when I heard Kelly quietly say, "Timmy?"

"Yes."

"Are you falling in love with Mandy?"

Her question surprised me. I wasn't quite sure how I should answer it. I liked Mandy. I liked Tonya and Keisha too. While I could even imagine falling in love with all three of them, I knew that it would never be the same love that I felt for Kelly. I thought for a moment and then I asked, "Are you in love with Chris?"

"That's not..." Kelly stopped. She was silent for several seconds and then she said, "No that is a fair question."

She was silent again. Almost a minute passed. Finally she said, "Yes, in a way I do love Chris. It's not the same love that I feel for you and I would never dream of leaving you for Chris. Timmy you add so much to my life and we have so much in common. I not only love you; you're also my best friend."

Kelly paused to think. After a moment she continued. "Please don't be offended by this. Tonya mentioned it yesterday. When I was growing up everyone kept telling me how beautiful I was. In high school I only dated the hottest guys. They were all tall, ruggedly handsome, muscular athletes. I always imagined that I would end up married to one of those men."

"But instead you ended up with me.'

"Yes, and it was the most wonderful thing that could have ever happened to me. Timmy you make me so happy. You make my life complete."

"But I'm not a tall, ruggedly handsome, muscular athlete."

"No you're not."

Suddenly I understood. I looked at Kelly. "But Chris is."

She slowly nodded. "Yes he is."

"He's the man you should have married."

Vigorously shaking her head, Kelly emphatically said; "No, I married the right man and if I ever have to choose between you and Chris I will definitely choose you. I won't have to think twice about it."

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Timmy, I'm a blond with a pretty face and big tits. Guys have always treated me differently. Most men can't even talk to me without staring at my chest."

She laughed. "Chris still can't do it."

I grinned at her. "I occasionally take a peek at it too."

Kelly nodded. "I know you do. If you didn't I'd be worried about you; but with you it's different. When I talk to most men I feel like they're talking to my tits. When you and I talk I actually feel like you're talking to me. I noticed it the very first day we met. You remember don't you? It was outside our English class. You stopped to tell me how much you liked my poem."

"Yes, of course I remember. I was so nervous that I almost had a heart attack."

Kelly giggled. "Yes, it took several weeks before you stopped being afraid of me and actually started to believe that I might really like you."

"Well you were way out of my league."

"Timmy honey, you didn't have a league."

We both laughed.

After a moment Kelly said, "At first you may have been afraid of me, but you've always been able to see beyond my blond hair, big tits and pretty face. You listen to me Timmy. You pay attention to the things I say and do. When I'm right you agree with me and when I'm wrong you tell me I'm full of shit. Most men are so busy looking at my tits that they never hear anything I say."

"Chris listens to you."

"Yes, he does; but my boobs are still always on his mind. Timmy, I like Chris. He's a very good man, but he's not even close to being the man you are."

I stared at her in amazement.

Kelly laughed. "You find that hard to believe, don't you."

I nodded.

"Well believe it. Timmy look at how much Keisha, Mandy and Tonya already like you. Consider how quickly you became close friends with Elvira and Kirby. Think about how much you mean to Ellen at the newspaper. Timmy it's very hard not to like you. You're the nicest, most interesting, most trustworthy and reliable man I've ever known. During the first few weeks after we met my friends kept asking me why I was hanging around with you. They couldn't understand what I saw in you. Sometimes I wondered too. You were the complete opposite of the guys I always dated." 

Kelly shook her head. "But I quickly realized that I was thinking about you all the time. When I wrote a new poem I couldn't wait to read it to you. Whenever I read a good book I wanted you to read it too." She laughed. "When a guy took me to a movie that I liked, I couldn't wait to get back to my dorm room so that I could tell you about it."

She sighed. "Eventually I'm sure that Chris and I will get bored with each other. He's a nice man. He's certainly bright and he can be very interesting, but our attraction to each other is mostly physical. Timmy I'll never get bored with you. You're the dearest, most fascinating man that I've ever met. In addition to being madly in love with you, you're also my best friend. Timmy honey, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you."

Kelly was quiet. After a moment she said, "I suppose that's why I asked you about Mandy. Considering the fact that I have a boyfriend, I guess the question was a little hypocritical. She looked at me. "But Timmy, I love you so much. I would be devastated if I ever lost you."

I leaned over and gently kissed Kelly's forehead. "Don't worry, I expect that I will eventually become very close to all three of your friends. I like Tonya, Keisha and Mandy. They're wonderful women and I enjoy their company; but Kel, you're special. Ever since we first met it seems like we've always been able to understand each other. You were able to see that I was more than a scrawny little wimp and I was able see that you were more than a blond with a pretty face and big tits. That's why the last year was so frustrating for me. For the first time I couldn't understand what was happening with you. I was so relieved when I finally learned the truth."




Courtesan Ch. 30



"Timmy, I'm so sor..."

I touched my finger to Kelly's lips and whispered, "It's okay, we're all done with that. It's over, now we just have to love each other."

"I can do that Timmy. I can do that so easily."

Kelly and I held each other silently. I was just about to fall asleep again when she said, "Timmy, I'm afraid that we won't ever be able to find a suitable house."

I smiled and said, "I've been worrying about that too. This morning I had an idea."

"What was it?"

"I think we should look for a house that has the common rooms we need. We'll want a nice kitchen, a large dining room, a parlor and maybe a nice den or a family room."

"Yes, but what about the bedrooms? We all want big bedrooms with private baths."

"We have to find a house with big lot so that we can build an addition."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "Timmy that's a wonderful idea. We can find a nice old house and add all the bedrooms we need on to it. That way we can all have our rooms exactly the way we want them."

I nodded. "Yes, they could even be small apartments."

"Will we have enough money to do that?"

"An architect can give us a rough idea of what it will probably cost. Martin has offered us a very generous budget. I'm guessing that we can do it."

Kelly kissed me. "Timmy you're the smartest man I know."

"I also might be the sleepiest."

She giggled. "I think that's a hint."

Yawning, I said; "Yes it is."

Kelly laid her arm across my chest and once again snuggled up to my shoulder. "Good night Timmy."

"Good night Kel."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I closed my eyes. I was again just about to fall asleep when Kelly said, "Timmy."

I opened my eyes. "Yes."

"I'm sorry to keep pestering you, but I forgot to tell you something."

"That's okay, what is it?"

"I have to work tomorrow night. I have to meet a guy at the Calvert Hotel."

I thought back to the night almost two weeks ago when I followed Kelly to the Calvert. I smiled. "Is Roger Baldwin back in town?" That was the name the firm used to lease Kelly's room at the Calvert and the men she met there were always referred to as Roger Baldwin or Mr. Baldwin.

She giggled. "Yes he is, and Melody has to meet him in room 1217." 

"Does Melody promise to tell me all about her date when she gets home?"

"Only if you're a very good boy while I'm gone."

"Maybe I could write a story about Roger and Melody."

"If you do I'll suck your cock while you read it to me."

"And then I'll lick your pussy while you tell me what really happened."

Kissing my chest, Kelly said; "I'm already getting excited."

I laughed. "So am I"

Kelly giggled. "Good night Timmy."

"Good night Kel."

After that we really did go to sleep. 



Courtesan Ch. 31



This is the thirty-first episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.




The next morning I arrived at the Quickstop at 6:00 AM. There were already several cars in the parking lot. This didn't surprise me. It was Monday morning, the people who wanted to get an early start on the work week were already out and about. 

What did surprise me was that one of the cars was a silver gray Mercedes Benz sedan. It was identical to the one Tonya Lewis was driving on Saturday. I smiled as I parked my car. The dinner date must have gone well.

I got an even bigger surprise when I walked into the store. Tonya was behind the counter trying to help a heavy set man wearing a dark blue trucker's jacket. Another customer, a rather impatient looking middle aged woman, was waiting behind him holding a cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut. Kirby was nowhere in sight.

When Tonya heard the door open she looked up. As soon as she saw it was me she sighed with relief and said; "Timmy, thank goodness you're here. This man wants to buy two lottery tickets and I don't know how to work the machine."

As I joined her behind the counter I asked, "Do you know how to work the register?"

"Yes, Kirby showed me before he went upstairs to change his clothes. I didn't want him to wear his dress pants while he was working in the store."

I smiled at Tonya's remark, but I didn't have time to comment. We had customers waiting. The Quickstop might have been going out of business, but I was still going to try to make it a good store. 

I nodded towards the woman with the coffee and the chocolate doughnut. "Why don't you take care of this lady while I get this gentleman his lottery tickets."

Tonya grinned at me. "Thank you Timmy." 

I quickly punched up two lottery tickets. The man was also buying a pack of cigarettes and a cup of coffee. By the time I was done giving him his change Tonya had finished with the woman. 

After they'd both left the store Tonya turned to me. There was a huge grin on her face. "Timmy that was really fun. I haven't had a normal job since I was seventeen. I'd like to spend all my free time here. Do you think Kirby might let me do that?"

"My guess is that right now you'd probably have a better feel for that than I would. How did your dinner date go last night?"

"Timmy it was wonderful. It's so easy to talk to Kirby and he's such a good listener. I feel like he really cares about what I think."

I thought about my conversation with Kelly before we went to sleep and smiled. It was apparent that listening to each other was an important part of a relationship.

"He knows everything Timmy. I told him about starting out as a stripper and then becoming an escort. I explained exactly what I do for JTandR and made it clear that I want to keep on working as a hostess for at least five more years."

"So you told him that you plan to continue having sex with other men?"

"Yes."

"How did he take that?"

"Pretty good I think, I mean he didn't blow his top or get up and walk out or anything like that."

"I gather he spent the night at your apartment."

"Yes he did.'

"Did you have sex with him?"

"Yes Timmy. He's very shy. I had to seduce him."

"That doesn't surprise me at all."

Tonya grinned at me. "Timmy it was wonderful. Kirby's not particularly big, and he's not a very skilled or experienced lover, but he's so sweet and gentle. Teaching him about sex is going to be a lot of fun."

"Tonya you look really happy right now."

"Timmy I haven't been this happy in years."

"Did he tell you about the store?"

"Yes, we talked for hours. I think we told each other everything we could about ourselves."

Tonya paused. After a moment she sighed and said, "He did tell me about the store. It's really bothering him." 

She looked at me. "And he won't let me help him! Timmy, I explained to him that I have money, lots of money. I could easily pay all of his bills and never even notice it."

"What did he say to that?" I was fairly certain that I already knew the answer.

Tonya shook her head in frustration. "He's a stubborn man!"

I nodded. "Yes, I do believe that you're right about that."

"He told me that he could never begin a relationship with a woman by taking money from her." She smiled at me. "The funny thing is that while it may frustrate me that he won't let me help him, I have to admit that I also respect him for that. I thought about it while I was falling asleep last night. If our situations were reversed I don't think I could take money from him either."

"Timmy what am I going to do! Losing the store and being in debt is tearing him apart. I have to find a way to help him, but he won't let me give him money."

I patted Tonya's wrist. "I know, I want to help him too and I don't know how to do it either. Maybe we just have to stand by him and give him our friendship while he works his way though this crisis."

"I want to hear every detail about last night's date."

Tonya and I both turned. Elvira had just stepped into the store. As she walked over to the storage closet to hang up her coat, she said; "And the first thing I want to know is, did Cookie get into your panties?"

Laughing, Tonya answered; "Ellie, he not only got into my panties, he took them off of me and brought them home as a souvenir."

Elvira grinned at Tonya. "Good, you can't possibly imagine how happy that makes me feel."

Tonya smiled at her. "It makes me pretty happy too."

Still grinning, Elvira said; "I'm getting coffee. Does anyone else need a cup?"

"Ellie I could sure use one." 

We all turned. It was Kirby. He had just come down the stairway that led to his apartment above the store.

Elvira smiled when she saw him. "Hi Cookie, I hear you got lucky last night." She turned to Tonya. "How many times did the big boy get it up?"

Kirby blushed. 

Tonya shook her head. "Elvira, stop! You're embarrassing him."

After Elvira handed a cup of coffee to Kirby, she turned to Tonya and smiled. "Don't worry, Cookie knows how much I love him and Timmy is our best friend. Neither of us would care if Kirby couldn't get it up at all."

Tonya laughed. "Well I would care and for the record he got it up three wonderful times."

"Three times!" Playfully poking Kirby in his ribs, Elvira said; "Maybe I've been missing out on some red hot fun." 

Kirby's face had turned a deep shade of crimson. He was obviously mortified by this discussion of his sexual prowess. I decided to be a good friend and try to change the subject.

"Tonya would you like a cup of coffee?"

She smiled at me. "Yes Timmy, I would love one."

As I moved around the counter Kirby stepped in front of me. He quickly picked up the coffee pot and started pouring a cup. "I'll get it Tonya. Do you want cream or sugar?"

"No black is just fine."

I smiled. Kirby was acting like a lovesick teenager. He was obviously smitten with Tonya. On that beautiful morning he was the only one who was going to pour coffee for this gorgeous woman. That was fine with me, in fact there was nothing that morning that could have made me happier.

Elvira also sensed Kirby's mood. She followed him over to the counter. As he handed the cup of coffee to Tonya, she said, "It looks like my big friend had a wonderful time with you last night."

Tonya took a sip of the hot coffee and then she looked at Elvira and smiled. "I can't speak for Kirby, but I know I had a wonderful time with him." Then she turned to Kirby. "Thank you for the coffee Cookie." 

Kirby didn't say anything, he just beamed at Tonya.

Realizing that no one was in the least bit interested in getting a cup of coffee for me, I walked over to the coffee pot and poured one for myself. 

As I was doing that Elvira said, "Tonya, yesterday I promised Cookie that today I was going to start giving him a regular morning blow job."

Looking at Elvira with alarm, Kirby said; "Ellie, maybe this isn't such a good day to start that, in fact maybe we should rethink the entire idea."

Tonya grinned at Elvira. She was obviously enjoying Kirby's discomfort. "I don't know why. I think it's an absolutely marvelous idea."

Elvira flashed a mischievous smile at Tonya. "I was kind of hoping you might like to help."

Tonya giggled. "I was hoping you might invite me to help."

Kirby's jaw dropped and his face turned a pale shade of gray. "But..."

Elvira hooked her arm under Kirby's arm and started pulling him towards the stairs leading to his apartment. "No buts Cookie, this is going to be good for both your mental and your physical health. Trust us, Tonnie and I know what's best for you."

Tonya walked out from behind the counter and took Kirby's other arm. "She's right you know, this is exactly what you need."

Kirby looked at Tonya like a fawn looks at its mother. "Are you sure this will be all right with you?"

"Yes sweetheart, it's going to be just fine." 

Tonya was quiet for a moment. She was obviously thinking. Finally she sighed. "Cookie honey, if were going to be together, it's important that you understand something. Tonight I'm going to be entertaining a middle aged business man at the Calvert Hotel. I've entertained him before, so I'm reasonably certain about what's going to happen. He'll most likely want me to start by giving him a long slow blow job. After we rest for a little while he'll fuck me one time and then if he still has enough energy left I'll finish the evening by giving him another blow job."

Kirby laughed. "He must really like blow jobs."

Tonya smiled at him. "Last night I noticed that you didn't mind them too much either."

Kirby grinned at her.

Tonya patted his arm. "Baby I'm glad that you can laugh about this. I think that's a good sign. Still, I need to be absolutely certain that you understand how I feel about sex."

"All right." Kirby's expression became much more serious. He looked at Tonya attentively.

"Honey, for me sex is a purely physical act. In my mind it's not much different than playing tennis or going bowling. It's just something we do for fun. I have to feel that way, otherwise I could never work in my profession. When I give another man a blow job or let him fuck me it has nothing to do with my feelings for him and even more, it has nothing to do with my feelings for you."

She stopped and looked at Kirby. She was checking to see how he was reacting to what she'd just said.

Kirby nodded. "I think I understand. I don't think I would have three weeks ago, but since then Timmy has told me about his relationship with Kelly. I gather that she has a similar philosophy."

He glanced at me.

"Yes she does."

Tonya laughed. "Timmy's wife loves sex even more than I do and until I met her I didn't think that was possible."

For a moment we all chuckled, then Kirby continued. "Ellie has also told me about how she played around with other men the entire time she was married to Max and I know how much she loved him."

Elvira looked at Kirby. "I have the same philosophy as Kelly and Tonnie. Sex is just a way for two people to have fun together. Don't get me wrong, I do understand that it can be more. It can also be a wonderful expression of love."

She smiled. "When my Max used to eat my pussy I could feel the love flowing from him to me. It was wonderful and it meant so much to me. I'll grant that sex is enriched by love or even friendship, but it can still be fun as a purely physical act." 

She shrugged. "Actually even watching television and eating dinner are better if you do it with a close friend or someone you love. Everything is better if you do it with a close friend or someone you love. Cuddling on the couch while you watch a good movie is a wonderful expression of love. Being in love makes everything better." 

She winked at us. "But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't occasionally enjoy a good movie with a hot guy you just met in a bar."

Tonya giggled. "Ellie I definitely like the way you think." She turned to Kirby. "Let's get back to your original question. Will it be all right with me if Ellie gives you a blow job every morning when she gets to work."

Kirby nodded.

"Your question implies that you and I now have a relationship."

An expression of horror swept across Kirby's face. He started to nervously stammer; "I'm sorry Tonya, I didn't mean to presume..."

She put her arm around his waist and hugged him. "Relax baby, we've only had one date and we have to move slowly, but I feel like you're a very special man. I want to try to build a serious relationship with you. I think your question is a good one. Actually, the fact that you're concerned about my feelings makes you even more attractive to me.

Tonya shrugged. "Considering what I'm going to be doing tonight it would be rather hypocritical if I did object to your getting regular blow jobs from Ellie or for that matter any other woman."

She smiled at him. "Sex with other women won't bother me at all. I think you now understand my feelings about that very well. What I do hope is that you won't cuddle on the couch and watch television with anyone but Ellie or me."

Kirby looked at Tonya with a puzzled expression.

Tonya grinned at him. "Yes Cookie, I understand how much you love her. You don't need to hide it from me." She laughed. 'I don't think you're capable of hiding it from me. Kirby honey, I'm perfectly willing to share you with Ellie for the rest of our lives."

Kirby smiled at Tonya and then he looked at Elvira. 

She grinned at him and said; "I like this plan, but get this straight Cookie. The morning blow job is the only sex your going to get from me. The rest of your boinking is going to have to be with Tonnie. Wolfie is still going to be my number one stud." She winked at Kirby. "But don't worry, Wolfie is just my boy toy. Our relationship is purely physical. Hell I don't even like to watch television with him. He talks during the shows."

Tonya grabbed Kirby's arm. "Come on Cookie, enough talk. It's time for us to go upstairs for some very hot sex."

She looked at Elvira. "Ellie I taught him how to eat pussy last night. He's still a rookie, but he definitely has potential. I think we should take turns. You can start sucking his cock while I sit on his face and then we can switch."

Elvira poked Kirby in his side. "Would you like that Cookie? Would you enjoy having Tonnie sit on your face while I suck your sweet cock?"

Kirby's face flushed. All he could do was nervously nod.

Tonya laughed. "I'll take that as a big yes." She pulled on Kirby's arm. "Come on big boy, it's play time for the three of us."

As they started walking towards the stairs Tonya said, "Ellie I was just thinking that we really should ask Timmy to give our sweetie some pointers about how to eat pussy. He's the expert. He's even better than Mandy and I always thought Mandy was the best."

Elvira suddenly stopped and turned back to me. "I almost forgot. Timmy did you bring your note?"

Tonya looked at Elvira with a puzzled expression. "A note? Why would Timmy have to bring a note?"

"Yesterday I told him that if he brought me a note from Kelly telling me it was all right with her, I'd give him a regular morning blow job too."

Tonya started to giggle. It was obvious that it was taking every ounce of self control that she could muster to keep from laughing.

I nervously stared at the floor. I had been hoping that this issue wouldn't come up.

Suddenly Tonya's expression shifted to one of mock seriousness. "Well dicklet, did you bring your note?"

I looked up. Everyone was staring at me. My submissive masochistic inclinations surfaced. I timidly answered, "No Ms. Lewis, I didn't."

Elvira smiled at Tonya. 'Oh my, I've never seen this side of him before. He really can be very submissive, can't he. He reminds me so much of my Max."

Tonya nodded and then she stared at me. "Why didn't you bring your note dicklet?"

"I forgot."

"You forgot? Does that mean you don't care about getting a blow job from Ms. Higgins and me?"

"No Ms. Lewis, it doesn't mean that at all."

"Well you certainly didn't care enough to remember to get your note."

"I was a little worried about asking Ms. Mason for it." 

That was the truth. I was so excited about seeing Kelly yesterday that I forgot about the note until just before we were going to sleep and that was just after Kelly had asked me if I was falling in love with Mandy. I didn't think it was the most opportune time to be asking for a note that would be giving me permission to get blow jobs from another woman."

Tonya looked at me with a serious expression. It was clear that she was no longer playing. "Why would you be worried about that Timmy? You know that Kelly would never object to your playing with either Elvira or me."

I shrugged. "I know, we were both tired last night and Kelly is still feeling both a little blue and a little bit guilty about the events of the past year. She continues to occasionally need some reassurance from me that I still love her."

Tonya walked over, put her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. "Timmy is everything all right?"

"Yes Tonnie, everything is very good, it's just going to take both of us a little time to get over the all the things that happened during the last year."

"I wish I would have known about all of it, I could have intervened a long time ago and saved both of you a lot of pain and agony."

"It's okay, we figured it out before it was too late."

"I'm sorry I teased you."

"Don't be, I was having fun."

"I'm going to see Kelly in the office this evening before we go to The Calvert. I'll tell her about the note for Ellie. It'll make her day."

I smiled. "Yes, I expect it will."

Tonya turned to Ellie. "I think that it's time for us to take our sweetie upstairs."

Elvira grabbed Kirby's hand. "Come on Cookie, it's play time and I'm ready to party." She giggled. "Even at my age, my pussy still gets wet."

As Ellie pulled him towards the stairway Kirby looked back at me. "Are you gonna be okay buddy?"

I nodded. "Yes Kirby, I am going to be fine. You should relax and have a good time. Don't worry about anything, I've got the store covered."

He smiled. "Thanks buddy."

As they were about to step into the stairway I suddenly remembered my commitment to Ellen. I had to cover the Crier office so that she could bring her teenaged son to school and get him reinstated after his suspension for fighting.

I called to them. "Hey just a minute."

All three of them stopped and looked at me. 

"I promised Ellen that I would be at The Crier office by 10:30 this morning. You have to be back down here by 10:00."

We all glanced at the clock by the beer cooler. It was just after 8:00. 

Tonya smiled. "Don't worry Timmy. We'll be back by 9:30. After the workout I gave my stud last night we might kill him if we try to play for more than an hour and a half."

As they disappeared up the stairs I heard Ellie say, "Cookie we're going to have to start working on your conditioning. You now not only have Tonnie and I to deal with, I think Mandy, Kelly and Keisha are also going to want an occasional piece of you."

Kirby didn't respond, but I heard Tonya say; "Don't worry sweetheart, we'll work you up to it gradually."

I smiled. This couldn't be happening to a nicer man.

It was almost 9:30 when I heard them coming back down the stairs. Kirby walked into the store first. There was an enormous grin on his face. 




Courtesan Ch. 31



I smiled when I saw him. "Did you have a good time buddy?"

Kirby shook his head. "You know Timmy, I have to say that if it wasn't for the fact that I'm losing my store, my life would be nearly perfect right now."

I laughed. "Unfortunately that's a pretty big if"

"You won't get an argument out of me about that." Kirby smiled. "But it sure does feel like things are starting to look up. I really can't explain it Timmy, but I have this feeling that everything is going to work out okay."

Behind him Tonya said, "That's because he has good friends and if he'd actually give them an opportunity to let them help him, I think there might be an even better chance that everything will work out all right."

Kirby turned. There was an expression of frustration on his face. "Tonya we went over this last night. There isn't any way I can keep my self respect if I take money from you. I got myself into this jam and I'll get myself out of it."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "Spoken like a complete moron."

Tonya laughed. "Yes, but he's our moron and he's the most loveable moron I've ever met." 

She walked over, put her arms around Kirby's shoulders and hugged him. "Kirby honey, I understand why you won't let me give you money. Even though I respect you for making that decision, it still frustrates me. I want so badly to be able to help you and I can't."

Elvira walked over and hugged Kirby from the other side. "I wish you would let us help you financially. Both Tonnie and I have money." She sighed. "But if we can't, we'll still be here every day to help you with the store." She stared at him. "And let's be very clear about this big boy. You are not going to pay us! If you can refuse to take our money, we can refuse to take yours."

Tonya nodded. "I plan to be here every morning this store is open." She giggled. "I love working here."

I shrugged. "I'll be here too. Kelly likes to sleep late and this is pretty good early morning entertainment."

Kirby quietly said; "Thank you, you're good friends. I don't know how much longer I'll actually be able to keep this store open, but while it is open I think we're going to have some very enjoyable mornings." 

Tonya, Elvira and I all nodded in agreement.

Grinning at us, Kirby said; "After the store finally does close, we're going to have to find some place else to meet."

Elvira looked at all of us. "You can all come to my house. I'll make the coffee, but someone else has to bring the doughnuts."

Tonya shook her head. "If I start having a doughnut every morning I'll weigh three hundred pounds by Christmas. In my business it's very important for a girl to keep her figure."

She gave Kirby a playful squeeze. "My big baby here also needs to start watching his weight. Now that I've found him I don't want to lose him to a heart attack or a stroke."

I glanced at Kirby. There was a huge smile on his face.

We were all quiet for a moment. It wasn't an awkward silence. All four of us were simply enjoying the pleasant sensation of well being that comes when you realize that you've just forged or strengthened a bond of friendship with other people.

Tonya finally broke the silence. "Timmy did you and Kelly have a chance to talk about the house yesterday? Mandy, Kelly, Keisha, Antoine and I all talked about it Saturday night after the party at Eagle Lake ended." She shook her head. "Timmy, I love the idea, but I'm afraid it may not work. A tiny bedroom just won't be enough personal space for any of us."

I smiled at her. "I know, but I had another idea. When I told her last night, Kelly thought it was pretty good."

"What is it?"

"Maybe we could find a smaller house, one with all the communal living space that we want and enough available land so that we could build an addition."

Tonya thought for a moment and then her face lit up. "Timmy, that's a fabulous idea. We could each have our own little apartment."

I nodded. "Yes, it could almost be a dormitory."

"A very luxurious dormitory." Tonya was grinning.

"I'm a little worried that it might be too expensive."

"Timmy money is not an issue. I have lots of money, so does Mandy. I'm also certain that Martin would be very willing to increase our budget. He really wants this to happen."

She giggled. "I can't wait to tell Keisha, Mandy and Antoine. Timmy we have to call Barry and tell him about your idea. I can't wait to start looking at more houses. I'll also tell Martin about the new plan this afternoon. JTandR has a whole property development section. I'm sure he can help us find an architect."

Tonya stopped. She'd suddenly realized that Kirby and Elvira weren't part of the house plans. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she timidly asked, "Has Timmy told you about our plans to buy a house?"

Elvira smiled. "Yes he has, in fact all of you were talking about it when you were here Saturday morning. It sounds like a wonderful idea."

"That's right." Tonya thought for a moment and then she said, "Ellie, everyone likes you. I could talk to Kelly, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine about the idea of you moving in with us."

Elvira put up her hand. "No Tonya, it's all right. I appreciate the consideration, but I'm not yet ready to move out of the house I shared with Max." She smiled. "But I certainly would enjoy being invited to some of your parties. I could bring Wolfie, that way I'd have an old guy as a playmate."

Tonya grinned. "Ellie, from now on you're going to be invited to every party I'm involved in planning."

She turned to Kirby. He was nervously staring at the floor. Very gently she said, "Cookie, maybe sometime in the future, after we get to know each other a little better, you and I might end up sharing one of the apartments at this house."

"I think in the meantime Cookie should move into my house and live with me." Elvira looked at Kirby. "Sweetie, I know you like Tonnie and I can tell that she likes you, but you only met each other two days ago. It's important that you take a little time to get to know each other."

Kirby slowly nodded his head. "As usual Ellie, you're right." He smiled at Tonya. "I think I should move in with Ellie, at least for a while, but I certainly would enjoy being able to spend some of your free evenings with you."

Tonya leaned over an kissed his cheek. "You can have every one of them. In fact, I'm free tomorrow night and I was wondering if you might like to go to a movie."

Kirby looked at her and nervously asked, "You mean like a date?"

Tonya and Elvira both started laughing. Tonya said; "Yes silly, that's exactly what I mean."

"I umm, I haven't been out on many dates."

"Kirby honey, I haven't either. I've been stripping and working as an escort since I was eighteen. That life didn't leave much time for real dates. I went out a lot when I was stripping, but most of those guys just wanted to take me to their apartment so that they could get into my panties."

She laughed. "I want you to understand that you're going to get lucky every time we go out and a lot more times when we don't go out. That should allow us to be able to relax and enjoy each other. Sweetie I'm looking forward to going to concerts, movies, art galleries, baseball games and anything else that might interest either of us."

"Tonnie that sounds wonderful, but I don't know if I have enough money to..."

"Kirby, I know this is going to be hard for you, but honey I'm rich. I've worked my ass off as a hooker for the last twenty years. I never had a pimp and I never did drugs. I saved every penny I earned. Sweetheart, it's finally time for me to enjoy the fruits of all that hard work and you just happen to be the guy I want to enjoy it with. Get used to it buster, you're dating a rich broad and you aren't going to get to pay for anything."

Smiling sheepishly, Kirby said; "That is going to be hard for me, but I'll try."

Tonya gently kissed the big man's forehead. "Kirby, I think that you and I are going to have a wonderful time together."

I glanced at the clock. It was five minutes past ten. "Hey everybody, I have to run. I promised Ellen that I would be at the Crier office by 10:30."

As I was grabbing my jacket out of the storage closet, Tonya called to me; "Hey Timmy, when I get to the office today, Martin is going to ask me what kind of a car he should buy for you. What should I tell him?"

I stopped. I knew what I wanted but I was ashamed to admit it.

Kirby looked at us. "What's all this about buying cars?"

Tonya smiled at him. "One of the perks of working for the firm is that they like to reward their productive employees. One of the ways they do that is by purchasing nice cars for us to drive."

Kirby nodded. "Your Mercedes Benz for example."

"Yes, the firm purchased that for me. The partners want to buy a car for Timmy. They feel responsible for some of the pain and anguish that he had to endure during the past year. I think they view buying a nice car for him as one way they can try to compensate him for what happened."

"So he could buy any car?"

"Within reasonable limits. I don't think they'd be willing to buy him a Rolls Royce or a Bentley."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "Shit Timmy, I know what I'd tell them."

I smiled at my friend. "What would you want Kirby?"

"A big Lincoln just like the one's they send over here to pick you up. I would love to drive a great big luxury car like that."

"That car would be too big for me. I'd never feel comfortable driving it."

Kirby laughed. "I know I sure would."

Tonya poked his side. "Well, if you're a good boy Santa might just get you one for Christmas."

Kirby looked at her in alarm.

She laughed. "I told you, you're dating a rich broad. Get used to it."

Turning back to me, Tonya said; "So Timmy, it's decision time. What should I tell Martin?"

"I can have anything I want?"

"Anything within reason. Do you want a Jaguar like Mandy's?"

I shook my head. "No what I'd really like is a little SUV like a Ford Escape or a Jeep Liberty or maybe a Subaru Forester."

"Timmy those aren't very fancy cars."

"I know, I guess I'm just not a very fancy guy."

Tonya smiled. "Timmy honey, if that's what you want, I'll make sure that's what you're going to get. Are you certain?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

"It's probably going to be a very luxurious version."

Grinning at Tonya, I said; "I guess I'll just have to make do."

It was 10:25 when I walked into The Crier office. Ellen was sitting behind her desk working on the proofs for the next issue. When she heard me come in she looked up. 

As soon as she realized it was me she stood up and walked around her desk. "Timmy thank you so much for coming. It really is important that I get De junior back into school this morning." 

After giving me a quick hug, she plopped down on her desk and sighed. "Timmy I don't know what I'm going to do. Kathy has a tuition payment due at the University next week and I have absolutely no idea how I'm going to pay it. She's trying so hard. She's working thirty hours a week at Benny's Pizza Palace, but she still needs help and we haven't heard from her father in more than a year."

She looked at me. "And it doesn't stop. Sarah is going to the homecoming dance Saturday night. Timmy it's a formal dance. I had to buy her a two hundred dollar dress. When did homecoming become a formal dance? Timmy how many formal dances do you need in high school?" 

Shrugging, she said; "I suppose I could have said no, but she has a new boyfriend. It seemed like this dance was really important to her. Sarah is a good kid. She works twenty hours a week at Peterson's Superette, plays volleyball and earns straight A's. It's hard to say no to her. 

I sat down on the desk next to Ellen. I didn't say anything, I just picked up her hand and held it. Ellen responded by laying her head on my shoulder. As she leaned against me I realized that she was crying. 

I kept holding her hand and let her cry. She needed the release. 

After a moment she sat up, rubbed her eyes and sniffled. "Timmy do you want to know the really awful part?"

I still didn't say anything. I just held her hand and listened.

She took a deep breath and then she said, "Last week I had to cancel our health insurance. I have two girls of child bearing age. It was costing me $1250.00 a month. I can't afford it." 

Ellen looked at me with a frantic expression. "Timmy, my children don't have health insurance. What's going to happen if one of them gets really sick? What's going to happen if Kathy or Sarah gets pregnant? They're good girls, but they're young. Kathy's twenty-one and Sarah just turned eighteen. You know what it's like. The temptation can be so hard to resist."

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "Dewayne was a drunk and he cheated on me all the time, but he was good with the kids. They miss him, especially De junior. He's so angry right now. He doesn't understand why his dad left him. I don't either." She smiled at me. "That damn stripper he was so hot for dumped him the minute they got to Vegas."

"When was the last time you heard from him?"

"Not since the stripper's pimp beat him up and made him get out of Vegas. That was over a year ago. I'm sure he's still in LA. I assume that he's managed to hook up with some cute little chippy. He always does."

Ellen paused, after a second she said; "Timmy, what am I going to do? I'm losing the paper. It's the economy. The small businesses in the area are struggling. They have to cut back. They can't afford to buy ads in The Crier anymore. Small business advertising is our life blood. Those revenues are now less than half of what they were a year ago."

"This probably won't help very much, but you don't have to worry about paying me for a while."

"Timmy I can't ask you to work for nothing!"

I smiled at her. "You don't have to ask, I'm volunteering. Kelly is back at her job and she's earning a good salary. It's more than enough to support us."

Ellen laughed. "Timmy, have you become a kept man?"

For a very brief moment I wondered what Ellen would think if told her that I was actually Kelly's slave. The thought sent a little tingle of excitement rippling through my loins. I took a deep breath and quickly collected my wits. This was not the appropriate time to reveal a personal secret like that. 

Instead I smiled and said; "No, I'm not a kept man. Kelly understands how much I enjoy working at this paper and she also knows how rough your life has been since Dewayne left you. She's willing to try to help you in any way she can, and forgoing my salary is very easy for us right now."

Ellen patted my hand. "Thank you Timmy, you're a good friend."

We sat together silently for a minute and then she stood up. "I guess I'd better be getting to school. De junior is going to meet me there. Our appointment with the assistant principal is at 11:00."

Ellen put on her jacket. After she picked up her purse she turned to me. "Timmy, thank you so much for coming in this morning. I really do appreciate it."

"I'm happy I could help."

"And thank you for listening to me. I guess I needed to cry on your shoulder for a few minutes."

"Ellen, you can use my shoulder anytime you need it."

She grinned at me and said; "Timmy, you're wonderful, thanks for being my friend". Then she turned and hurried out the door. 

As soon as she was gone I walked over to my desk. I had some advertising copy to edit. I chuckled as I sat down. I now had two jobs and I wasn't getting paid at either of them.

It was just after noon when Ellen returned. When she walked into the office I looked at her and asked, "How did everything go?"

She shrugged and in a quiet voice answered; "Fine, there weren't any problems. De is back in school." Ellen's response was automatic, almost robot like. It was apparent that her mind was preoccupied with something else. 

She hung up her jacket, walked over to her desk, sat down and silently stared at the wall.

I watched her for a moment and then I asked; "Ellen, what's wrong? Did something happen at school?"

She shook her head. "No everything at school was fine."

"It's obvious that something happened."

Ellen closed her eyes. It was clear that she was thinking. Finally she sighed and said; "I'm sorry Timmy, that was rude of me. I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm just so surprised and a little puzzled."

"Why? What happened?"

"When I was driving back here from the high school I got a call on my cell phone. It was from a man named Allan Barkley. He told me that he represents a group that's interested in buying The Crier. He wanted to set up a meeting with me. Timmy why would anyone want to buy a dying neighborhood shopping flyer? It doesn't make any sense."

"Are you going to meet with him?"

"Of course, if they really do want to buy the paper and their willing to pay enough so that I can settle my debts it would be a wonderful stroke of good luck."

"Do you really want to sell the paper?"

"No, but I think I'm going to lose it anyway. If someone buys it at least I might be able to get out of debt."

"When are you going to meet with him?"

"Three o'clock this afternoon. He's coming here."

"Will you call me after the meeting is over and let me know what happened?"

Ellen smiled. "Yes, of course I will."

I quickly finished editing the last of the advertising copy. Ellen had been correct, there wasn't very much of it. As soon as I was done I said goodbye to her and left to go home. I was curious to see this man who was interested in buying The Crier, but I was even more interested in getting home to see Kelly before she had to leave to go into her office. She'd spent Saturday night at the party at Eagle Lake, but this was going to be the first time since we got back together that she would be spending the evening entertaining a businessman at The Calvert Hotel.

As I drove home I remembered that cold lonely evening two weeks earlier when I followed my wife to The Calvert. That night I had been certain that Kelly was going to leave me for another man.

When I pulled my car into our garage I was happy to see that Kelly's Mercedes was still there. I didn't think that she would have left already, but I knew that she was supposed to meet with Tonya later that afternoon so I wasn't certain.

When I walked into the kitchen I didn't immediately see Kelly so I called out; "Hello, I'm home."

"I'm back here." 

I followed the response. It had been faint and came from the direction of our bedroom.

When I got to the bedroom I saw that the bathroom door was open.

"I'm in here Timmy."

I stepped into the bathroom. Kelly was seated on the edge of the bathtub. She was naked. I stopped for a moment and stared at her. My wife was a beautiful woman. Seeing her naked body always made my pulse race.

She was shaving her pussy. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hi Timmy."

I answered her. "Hi Kelly." And then like a fool, I stated the obvious. "You're shaving your pussy."

Kelly giggled. "That's very observant of you." She was making fun of me.

Shaking my head, I said; "I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say."

She smiled. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry about. I shouldn't have teased you. I forget that it's been a long time since you watched me get ready for a date. Ever since I started working as a hostess I've made it a point to always shave my pussy before I entertain a man. When he touches me there I like to be nice and smooth for him."

"I didn't see you shave Saturday afternoon before you went to the party at Eagle Lake."

"I did it at Eagle Lake. I have my own bedroom and private bathroom there. Remember, when I left here I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt." She laughed. "It's a good thing too. The dress I wore to the party would have gotten me arrested if I'd tried t wear it in public."




Courtesan Ch. 31



I chuckled.

She went back to shaving. While she worked she casually said, "I used to have to do this in the bathroom in my office at JTandR. It's nice to be able to do it at home. It allows me to spend more time with you."

"I like having you here." I grinned at her. "It's also fun to watch you shave."

Kelly flashed a quick smile at me and continued shaving. Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. She'd just realized that watching her shave was getting me aroused.

She stared at me for a moment and then in a very firm voice, Kelly said; "Don't get any ideas Buster. This body is strictly off limits to you until after I get home from my date tonight."

I sighed with disappointment. I was hoping that I'd at least have a chance to lick her freshly shaved pussy before she left.

Kelly saw the disappointment in my eyes. She thought for a second and then she gently said, "Timmy in the last week you've heard Martin Jackson, Tonya, Mandy, Chris and Antoine all tell you how good I am at my job."

I nodded.

"One of the reasons for that is my ability to completely focus my attention on the man I'm with at the moment. You witnessed that Friday morning when I was sucking Martin's cock. You misunderstood what you saw and assumed that I must have feelings for him. Now I think you realize that I don't. I hope you understand that you're the only man I'll ever love."

I smiled at her.

"What is true Timmy, is that while you're the only man I'll ever love, I do have a passion for sex. Everything about it excites me. The men I'm with sense this passion and I think it's one of the reasons that they find sex with me to be so exciting."

I laughed. "It may also have something to do with the fact that you're absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you Babydoll. That's one of the nine million reasons I'm madly in love with you. You know how to make a girl feel good about herself." She smiled at me for a moment and then she shook her head and said, "No, beauty may be an initial attraction, but there are lots of gorgeous women who are rotten in bed."

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I have very limited experience in that area."

Kelly giggled. "And you'd better keep it that way cuckboy. I'm an insanely jealous woman."

For a moment we both chuckled about the irony of that statement, then my wife's voice took a serious tone again. "Timmy there isn't any question that most men love playing with my big breasts and I've worked hard to become a skilled lover." She winked at me. "I really do give an excellent blow job."

I nodded. "That's what I've heard."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Now who's doing the teasing."

I grinned at Kelly and wiggled my eyebrows.

That made her laugh. "Timmy being with you is so much fun."

"I have a pretty good time with you too."

We smiled at each other and then Kelly said, "I'd like both of us to try to be serious for a moment. It's really important to me that you understand what I'm attempting to explain to you."

"All right, I'm sorry, go ahead."

My wife took a moment to regain her train of thought and then she said, "Timmy when men sense my excitement it fuels there own excitement. Everyone wants an eager lover. Nobody wants a sex partner who's faking her enthusiasm or even worse, just going through the motions. When I'm with a guy, I'm not faking it. I don't have to fake anything. My excitement is genuine. It's not because I'm attracted to the man I'm entertaining." She smiled. "Although I often am. I really do find most men to be incredibly tantalizing."

I smiled at her. I wanted her to know that I was trying to understand what she was telling me. 

Kelly smiled back and then she continued. "When I'm with a man I'm focused and absorbed in what I'm doing because I'm excited about it. Babydoll sex excites me. Everything about sex excites me."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timmy even the anticipation of sex excites me. Before you came in here I was day dreaming about my date tonight. I don't know the man I'm going to be meeting. This will be the first time I've ever entertained him. I have been told a little bit about him. They always give me a short report on my associates interests and general professional background. It makes it easier to make conversation."

I nodded.

"He's an older man and very successful." She looked at me. "Wealthy, powerful men turn me on. There's something about their attitude and manner that I find incredibly stimulating. " 

Kelly finished shaving her pussy. She stood up and turned on the shower. Without being asked I stood up, picked up a wash cloth and rubbed some soap on it.

My wife noticed what I was doing and shook her head. "If you're going to bathe me, you really should be naked."

I didn't argue, I didn't question her assertion at all. I just set the washcloth down and quickly removed my clothing. As soon as I was undressed I picked up the washcloth and again started bathing Kelly.

She closed her eyes. As I washed her, she quietly said; "Timmy, the anticipation of a new man is always unbelievably exciting for me. I try to imagine what he's going to look like. How his body will feel when I touch him. How it will feel when he touches me."

"I love to wonder about his cock." Kelly smiled. "Timmy I love cocks. I always have. They're really quite amazing devices. When they're resting they look so small and benign. Then when you rouse them they grow into these huge malevolent looking monsters." 

I chuckled. Kelly's poetic nature was coming out. She loved metaphors.

"Before I meet a new man I always wonder about his cock. Will it be long and thick? Will he be circumcised? How will it taste when I put it in my mouth and suck it? What will it feel like when he pushes it into my pussy and starts fucking me?"

Kelly took a quick breath. "Timmy I love to fuck, especially when the man's on top." She sighed. "I can't begin to describe the thrill I experience when I feel a man climb on top of me and press his body against mine. Men are so powerful when they're on top. They're in total control."

Kelly looked at me to gauge how I was reacting to what she was telling me. 

I stared at her. I'd always known how much Kelly loved sex, but this was the first time she'd ever tried to explain her passion to me.

Sensing my interest, she continued. "Timmy I relish that magnificent moment when I feel the head of a new lover's penis entering me for the very first time."

My wife bit her lower lip and took a quick breath. She was obviously aroused. "I like a man who moves slowly when he takes me. I want to savor all of the wonderful sensations that I feel as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper into my body."

Kelly paused to take another breath. After a moment she said; "Once he's all the way inside me, even if his penis is small, I like it when my lover stops for a second so that we can both enjoy the sweet pleasure of the union we just created."

I was washing Kelly's tummy. I'd already finished her back and her breasts. The entire time I'd been bathing my wife I'd been listening to what she was telling me. Her explanation was gradually getting me increasingly aroused. As my excitement grew my submissive masochistic desires took control.

Kelly sensed my changing mood. She smiled. It was a satisfied smile, a smile that reflected her recognition of my eager acquiescence to her will. In a voice laden with lust she whispered, "Wash my pussy dicklet. I want to be clean and fresh when I go to my lover."

Now she was taunting me. It was apparent that my wife's dominant sadistic desires had also been awakened. Her choice of words, the obvious excitement in her voice and her use of my slave name all served to fan the flames of my arousal. My hands shook as I held the washcloth under the spray of warm water. Once it was wet I excitedly rubbed the cloth with the bar of soap. As soon as it was coated with a generous froth of suds I resumed washing Kelly.

I took my time and worked meticulously. The knowledge that I was doing this for another man's pleasure made me even more excited. As my excitement grew I let a finger slip between Kelly's labia. The cleft of her pussy was wet and slippery. I understood that it was partly due to the soap and warm water, but I knew that wasn't the only reason. My wife was just as aroused as I was.

I found Kelly's engorged clit. As I began to gently massage it I felt her hand tap my shoulder. I looked up at her.

She waved a finger at me in rebuke. "No Timmy, I already told you; this evening my pussy belongs to another man. After he's finished with me I'll come home to you and we can play for the rest of the night; but until that time my body is off limits to you."

I took a deep breath. Kelly's firm rejection of my advance excited me even more.

My wife noted my reaction and quietly said. "Timmy, it's much better this way. The anticipation and desire for sex is nearly as much fun as the act itself."

She leaned over and gently raised my chin with her fingertips so that she was looking into my eyes. "I also have to admit that knowing that I'm leaving you at home frustrated and longing for pleasure while I go to another man so that he can freely enjoy my body makes me feel deliciously wicked." She smiled. "And you know how much I love being wicked."

Kelly continued to stare into my eyes. My entire being was tingling with excitement. I gathered my courage and answered in my most obedient tone of voice. "Ms. Mason, I am your slave. I fully understand that the needs of your lovers are paramount to my own paltry desires and I only hope that when you return home you will take pity on me and allow me some scant pleasure."

Kelly's face broke into a smile and then she started giggling. She pulled me up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As she hugged me she said; "Timmy in addition to being a wonderful friend and husband, you are also the most creative playmate that I have ever known. Babydoll, when I get home there is going to be nothing scant about the pleasure I'm going to give to you."

She paused for a moment and then she said, "But I would like you to promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Promise me that you won't masturbate while I'm gone." There was a wicked gleam in my wife's eyes. "It will excite me to know that while I'm partying with my date, you're obediently waiting for me at home chaste and absolutely faithful."

A little thrill rippled through me as I looked into Kelly's eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason, I promise."

Kelly grinned and kissed me on the lips. "Timmy honey we're going to have so much fun when I get home tonight. You're still planning to write a story aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"Good, I'm looking forward to sucking your cock while you read it to me."

I laughed. "With a promise like that I might right an entire book."

Poking me in the ribs, Kelly giggled and said; "Come on lover boy, finish washing my legs and feet. I have to get out of the shower and get moving. I promised Tonya that I'd meet her in her office at 4:30."

I glanced at the clock on the shelf in the corner of the bathroom. It was almost 3:30. Kelly had plenty of time, but she couldn't afford to dawdle. I quickly washed her legs and feet. As soon as I was done she stepped out of the shower and stood still while I dried her off with a large bath towel. 

Once she was dry Kelly hurried into our bedroom.

I took a quick shower, dried myself and followed her into the bedroom. My wife was sitting at her makeup table brushing her long blond hair. I put on clean clothes. 

As soon as she saw that I was dressed, Kelly said; "Dicklet, get me a pair of panties and a bra. Nothing fancy, the dress and lingerie that I'll be wearing for my date tonight are in my office. I'll change when I get there."

As I was getting Kelly's underwear I asked; "Ms. Mason would you like me to make you something to eat before you go?"

She shook her head. "No thank you dicklet, I'm having dinner at the Goldenrod Supper club tonight. On the evenings we're entertaining at the Calvert Hotel Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and I almost always have dinner together at the Goldenrod." 

Kelly was applying her lipstick. Suddenly she stopped and turned so that she was facing me. "Babydoll, on most of these evenings we would love to have you join us, but tonight you can't. Tonight Martin is going to be dining with us. It's going to be a business meeting. Tonya told me that they're planning some major changes in the hostess section. Martin is going to tell us about them tonight."

"Do you know what kind of changes they're going to make?"

"I don't, but I assume that they are going to be adding more people. Over the last year our schedules have been getting busier and busier."

As soon as Kelly was finished applying her lipstick she stood up and started getting dressed. She put on a pair of jeans, a white blouse and a pair of high heeled sandals. Once she was ready she checked her appearance in her full length mirror and then she turned to me. "Timmy honey, I have to go."

I walked with her. In the garage, I opened the door to Kelly's Mercedes and held it for her while she got in and sat down. 

Once she was settled, she smiled at me and said; "I'll miss you tonight." 

"I'll miss you too."

"Come here."

I leaned over. She kissed me on the lips and whispered, "I love you."

I whispered back, "I love you too." 

Kelly started the engine and then she backed out of the garage, down the driveway and into the street. I followed her.

She put her car into gear and waved to me. I waved back and watched the big Mercedes accelerate down the street.

Watching your wife leave to spend the evening with another man is one of those bittersweet moments that make a masochistic cuckold's life both indescribably exciting and excruciatingly painful.



Courtesan Ch. 32



This is the thirty-second episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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After Kelly's Mercedes disappeared around the corner I went back into the house. As I walked into the kitchen I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes to four, too early to make dinner.

I decided to use the time to catch up on some household chores. The events of the past two weeks had disrupted my daily routine so the house wasn't as orderly as I like it to be. 

I started by giving the kitchen a thorough cleaning. I'd just finished washing the linoleum floor when the telephone rang. I assumed that it was Ellen calling to tell me about the meeting with the man who was interested in buying The Crier.

I picked up the telephone. "Hello?"

"Hi Timmy, it's Mandy."

"Hi Mandy, aren't you supposed to be meeting with Tonya, Kelly, Keisha and Antoine right now?"

"We just finished. All of us are still in Tonya's office. We'll be leaving to have dinner at the Goldenrod in about ten minutes. Timmy everyone says hi."

"Tell them hi for me."

"Timmy all of us love your idea about buying a smaller house and building an addition. We're going to tell Martin about it at dinner. I'm sure that he'll agree that it's an excellent plan."

"I think it's the only way we can get exactly what we want."

"That's what we think too." Mandy paused for a moment and then she said, "Timmy I called to ask you for a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Do you remember that when I was telling you about the problems between my mom and dad I mentioned that I thought it might be helpful if he could talk to a man who didn't mind that his wife partied with other men?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Timmy could I bring my dad over to your house for lunch tomorrow? Kelly's right here. She suggested that we get together at your house rather than at a restaurant."

"Mandy, I have to work in the morning."

"I know, but Tonya and Kelly said that you're done at 10:30. We could have lunch at noon or even 12:30. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, soup and sandwiches would be fine. I'll help you with the preparations and cleanup. Please Timmy, he really needs to talk to you. The only men he's ever talked to about this are those macho assholes at his office and you can just imagine what kind of advice they've given him."

"Mandy, I'm only twenty-four. Do you think he'd even bother to listen to anything I have to say?"

"Yes Timmy, I think he will listen to you. He knows you're a friend of mine and that I value your opinion. He also really wants to get back together with my mom. I'm absolutely certain that the idea of being a cuckold husband excites him and I think he's just as submissive as you or me. I've been trying to encourage him, but he needs another man to tell him that this lifestyle is okay."

"All right Mandy, I'll do it; but you have to promise me that both you and Kelly are going to be there."

"Don't worry, we'll both be there. Timmy if you give me a shopping list I'll go to the grocery store for you while you're at work."

"Thank you Mandy, but I don't think that will be necessary. If we have lunch at noon I'll have plenty of time to stop at the store on my way home. I would appreciate it if you could help me prepare the food."

"Timmy I'd love to do that. We'll get my dad to help too. Both of us want to learn how to cook."

"Would you like to learn how to make Quiche Lorraine?"

"Quiche Lorraine! Timmy that would be wonderful. Will you have enough time to do that?"

"We might have to wait until 1:00 to eat, but if you and your dad help me we can certainly do it. We could make a spinach salad to go with it."

"Just a minute Timmy."

There was a pause. I could hear talking in the background. 

After a moment Mandy said; "Timmy, Kelly just told everyone that your quiche is fabulous. Now Tonya, Keisha and Antoine want to come over too."

"Will that upset your dad?"

"I don't think it will. He wants to meet my friends and if he realizes that all of us approve of this lifestyle it might actually help."

"All right, go ahead and invite everyone. Once I start making quiches it's just as easy to make three as it is to make one."

"Timmy it's time for us to leave for dinner. I wish I could invite you to join us, but tonight it's a business dinner. Martin, John and Wendell are going to be there."

"I know, Kelly told me all about it. Don't worry, I understand."

"Thank you for agreeing to talk to my dad tomorrow."

"Hey it's all right. I think it's going to be fun. I'm already looking forward to it."

"So am I. Goodbye Timmy, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Mandy."

After I hung up the telephone I took a minute to think about what I had to do to get the house ready to entertain a group for lunch the next day and then I went to work.

I'd just finished vacuuming the dining room when the telephone rang again.

This time it was Ellen.

"Hello Timmy."

"Hi Ellen, how did your meeting go?"

"Timmy, I'm not sure. I met with Alan Barkley and two other men for over two hours. They never made an offer. I'm still don't even know if they're actually interested in buying The Southwest Crier. Mostly they seemed to be gathering information. They asked to look at the financial records."

"Did you let them see them?"

"Yes I did. I couldn't think of any reason that I shouldn't. I'm going to lose the paper anyway. I'll cooperate with anybody who might be willing to do anything that could help me reduce my debts."

"That does make sense Ellen. Did anything else happen?"

"Yes, they asked me how much money I'd want for The Crier if they did decide that they'd like to buy it."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them that all they'd have to do is assume my debts. Timmy right now just being able to walk away from The Crier debt free would be an unbelievable blessing. It would allow me to try to find a regular job. I could actually get medical insurance for my kids again."

"What did they say to that?"

"They told me that they'd get back to me in a couple of days."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you."

Ellen laughed. "Thanks Timmy, you're a good friend."

"Are you still going to try to get out the next issue of the paper?"

"I have to, people have paid for advertising space."

"When would you like me to come in to help you?"

"Could you help me with the final editing Thursday afternoon?"

"I'll be there around 11:00 and I'll stay until we're finished."

"Timmy I have to go. I promised Sarah that I'd pick her up after volleyball practice." She paused for a moment and then she said; "Timmy thank you so much for everything you've done, you really are a wonderful friend."

"You're welcome Ellen. I'm just glad that I can do something to help you. Call me if you hear anything more about the sale of The Crier."

"I will Timmy, bye."

"Bye Ellen."

After I hung up the telephone I picked up the vacuum cleaner and carried it into the living room. As I vacuumed the carpet I thought about Kelly and me, Elvira, Mandy and her parents, Kirby and his store and Ellen and her kids.

Elvira was wasting away and on the verge of dying from grief when Kirby intervened and saved her life. Kelly and I were separated and on the brink of divorce when Martin Jackson, Tonya, Mandy, Wendell Tyler and others interceded and helped us resolve our differences.

Tomorrow I was going to meet with Mandy's father, a man I'd never even met and try to help him reconcile with his wife. I was very nervous about doing it, but Mandy was my friend. If I could help her I had to do it.

As I continued vacuuming I wished that I could think of some way to help Kirby and Ellen. They were both wonderful people and good friends. They deserved a break; but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't think of anything that I could do that would help them solve their problems.

After I finished in the living room I vacuumed the den. By the time I was done with that room it was nearly 6:00. I decided that was enough housework for one day, it was time to stop for dinner.

I put the vacuum cleaner away and went into the kitchen where I sauteed a small diced tomato, several sliced mushrooms and a quarter cup of Italian sausage. Once that was ready I added a handful of grated mozzarella cheese and made my favorite omelet. While the omelet was cooking I opened a bottle of Australian Shiraz and toasted a thick slice of French bread coated with a mixture of butter, olive oil and garlic. 

I poured a large glass of the wine, set it on a tray with the omelet and garlic toast and carried it all into the den where I turned on the television and watched the news while I ate my dinner.

Over the past year my wife's work schedule had caused me to spend a large number of evenings eating dinner without her. I'd learned that taking the time to prepare a nice meal made a lonely night much more palatable.

As soon as I was finished with my omelet I carried my dishes back to the kitchen, cleaned up after myself, poured another glass of Shiraz and returned to the den. 

I turned on my laptop computer, tuned my FM radio to a classical music station, sat down and started writing the story I'd promised Kelly. By the time I finished the story it was 10:30. I quickly proofread it. After I was satisfied that I'd corrected most of the glaring grammatical errors I printed a paper copy and set it on the side table.

Once that was done I turned off the stereo and switched on the television. Monday Night Football was still on, the Colts were playing the Jets. The Colts had a six point lead. There was just over a minute left in the game. The Jets had the ball. I sat down and watched.

The Colts held on and won the game. It didn't really make any difference to me. I didn't feel any allegiance to either of the teams. I was just trying to kill some time until Kelly got home.

I switched the channel to The David Letterman Show. I like Letterman, his brand of humor appeals to me, but as much as I might usually enjoy his program I quickly realized that couldn't keep my attention focused on it. My mind kept drifting to Kelly and what was happening at the Calvert Hotel.

I started to recall the emotions I used to feel in those years before we were married, when Kelly was openly dating other guys.

The party at Eagle Lake two nights earlier, had been the first time since we were married that I'd actually known that Kelly was out having sex with another man. Of course for the past year she'd been regularly doing it without my knowledge, but that's a different situation. There's a substantial amount of validity to the old adage, what you don't know can't hurt you.

The night Kelly was at Eagle Lake I think that I'd been so tired that I'd simply been unable muster enough energy to feel the excitement, anxiety, apprehension, jealousy, envy and all the other myriad of emotions that I used to experience when she was out on a date with another guy. 

Now I was well rested and the familiar array of old emotions were stampeding through my brain like a herd wild horses.

I remembered why I often wrote erotic stories while Kelly was out on a date. It was one of the few activities that would actually divert my attention and allow the time to pass a little more quickly.

If you've never actually had to endure it, it's hard to understand that the feelings of excitement, anxiety, jealousy, envy and uncertainty that a cuckold experiences while his wife is out on a date, aren't the concern. The real problem is the total effect of that flood of emotions. They overwhelm you and take control of your entire being. The usual diversions like reading a novel or watching a baseball game are useless. Your mind keeps wandering back to your wife and her date. The clock stops moving. Time stands still. Minutes seem like hours. Waiting for the woman who is the love of your life to return from an evening with another man can become an excruciatingly painful ordeal.

In college I'd learned that there were only two activities that would effectively pass the time for me. One of them I'd just employed. Writing a story about Kelly and her date allowed me to focus my attention on what she was doing. My mind didn't have to wander. It was already where it wanted to be. 

The other was reading cuckold stories on the Internet. I suppose those stories are also close enough to the desired focal point of my attention that my mind again does not have to wander.

Deciding to resort to that activity I logged on to my favorite cuckold web site and found a story that I hadn't yet read. It was entitled, "My Wife's New Boyfriend". As I settled into my chair I glanced at the clock on my computer. It was 11:08. 

Five minutes after I started reading the story the telephone rang. I jumped up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi Timmy."

"Hi Kelly, how's the date going?"

"We're finished. He's already gone back to his room. I'm in my car. I should be home in about twenty minutes."

"I'm awake and eagerly awaiting your return."

"Have you been a good boy?"

"You mean, did I refrain from..."

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"Yes, of course I did. I'm a very good boy."

"Well I've been a very very naughty girl."

"I'd be disappointed if you hadn't."

Kelly giggled. "Perv."

"Yes, and so are you."

"I most certainly am and I take pride in it. Did you write your story?"

"Yes I did."

"Mmmm, I can't wait to have you read it to me when I get home."

"It's all printed out and ready to go."

"What are you doing now?"

"Reading a cuckold story on the Internet."

"Is it any good?"

"I don't know, I just started it."

"Read a little more of it. I want you nice and excited when I get home."

"Ms. Mason, is that an order?"

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said; "Yes dicklet, it definitely is and you will be severely punished if you fail to obey it.

"Mmmm that's an interesting proposition."

Kelly laughed. "You really are a perv."

"Yes and that's one of the many reasons that you're madly in love with me." 

"Yes it certainly is. Babydoll, I'd better hangup before I get into an accident."

"That's a good idea. I'll see you when you get home."

"Goodbye sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too Kel."

We both switched off our phones. For a moment I thought about how much I enjoyed my wife and then I went back to the story on the computer. I didn't want to disobey Kelly's orders."

I liked the story. It was part of a series about a married couple in their mid thirties. The wife, Meredith enjoyed maintaining a regular and exclusive relationship with one other man. The romance would usually last for about six months and then she would tire of her boyfriend and end the affair. After terminating that relationship, she would remain faithful to her husband Matt until she met her next lover and started another affair. 

This story focused on that exciting moment when Meredith came home to tell Matt that she'd met a new man and was going out with him the next night for the very first time. 

As I read the story I decided that the next evening Kelly and I were home alone I would have to read it to her. When we were in college, reading erotic stories out loud to Kelly while she played with my penis had been a favorite pastime.

"Hello, I'm home."

I smiled. It was Kelly, she was calling to me from the kitchen."

I called back, "I'm in the den." 

I stood up and went to her. We met in the living room. As soon as Kelly saw me she ran to me and excitedly threw her arms around my neck. Pulling me tightly to her, she kissed me passionately on the lips and forced her tongue into my mouth. I responded. For a moment we made out like two teenagers in the back seat of a car and then Kelly broke off the kiss.

Giggling with delight, she said; "Can you taste him Timmy? I let him cum in my mouth twice tonight."

I laughed as I hugged my wife. "I'm sorry I can't. I don't think semen has a strong enough flavor to last that long."

Kelly grinned at me. "I know, but all the way home I thought about how hot it was going to be to run into the house and kiss you with the remnants of another man's cum on my lips and tongue."

Still laughing, I kissed her cheek. "Thank you, it's the thought that counts."

Kelly poked my ribs. "Perv."

I nodded vigorously. Suddenly I realized something that made me start laughing even more.

Kelly looked at me. "What is it?"

"You're not going to believe this; but in the story I wrote tonight, you let the guy you were with cum in your mouth two times."

"You're kidding?"

I shook my head. "I'm not."

She grabbed my hand, "Come on Timmy, lets go into the bedroom and get properly attired. You have some oral reading to do."

As Kelly pulled me into the bedroom I laughingly said, "I hope that's not the only kind of oral you make me do tonight.

Kelly stopped and stared at me. "Make you? That's a very interesting choice of words."

I nodded. 

"Is that the way you want it?"

I took a deep breath and quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, that's exactly the way I want it."

Kelly smiled. There was a malicious glint in her eyes. "Dicklet, I would be very happy to fulfill with that particular desire."

I took a deep breath as a surge of excitement rushed through my loins.

Noticing my excited reaction, Kelly grabbed my hand and pulled me the rest of the way into the bedroom. As she led me towards our king sized bed, she said; "I wonder if you can read and lick my ass at the same time."

I chuckled. "I think I might get tongue tied."

Kelly playfully rolled her eyes. "I think I'll ignore that last comment." Then she smiled at me and in a much more serious tone of voice said, "I did a strip tease for Jason tonight. Would you like me to do one for you too?"

Shaking my head, I answered; "I'd love that, but I really don't think it would be appropriate for you to dance for your slave. Why don't I undress you instead."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy, you just made my pussy tingle."

"A tingling pussy sounds like fun, let's get these clothes off of you."

When Kelly left for work that afternoon she'd been wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Now she was wearing a very expensive looking dark gray business suit. I remembered her telling me that the Calvert Hotel was willing to disregard any suspicions they might have about the activities that went on inside the suites that JTandR leased from them, but in return they expected the hostesses to maintain an appropriate level of decorum in both behavior and attire. Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and Mandy were not permitted to parade around the hotel dressed and acting like hookers.

As I slipped Kelly's jacket off of her shoulders, I said; "This is a beautiful suit."

"Thank you, I have four of them. They're hand tailored. Martin had me fitted for them while we were on a trip to New York last January. Tonya, Keisha and Mandy all have them too."

I turned to hang Kelly's suit jacket in her closet. When I turned around again she was unbuttoning the red silk blouse she was wearing. My pulse quickened. As I've mentioned before my wife is a large breasted woman. Seeing her open her blouse and expose her red brassiere and ample cleavage took my breath away.

Kelly smiled at my reaction and then she lasciviously licked her lips. For a moment I thought she was going to slowly strip off her blouse and brassiere for me, but she didn't. When I let her know that I wanted to play our domination game I'd aroused her sadistic desires. Instead she she cupped her brassiere covered breasts with her hands and stared into my eyes. 




Courtesan Ch. 32



My entire body shivered with excitement as I realized that Kelly wasn't going to strip for me, she was going to taunt me instead.

"Dicklet, tonight I danced for another man. In case you were wondering, his name was Jason. He was an older man, but he was tall and very handsome. I enjoyed dancing for him. I love dancing for real men. It excited him when I unclasped my bra and showed him my breasts. He loved them dicklet. Jason loved my big tits."

Kelly slipped her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it to me. "Take care of this slave, you can wash it for me tomorrow."

I set Kelly's blouse on my dresser. While I was doing that she removed her brassiere and tossed that to me. "You can wash this too slave."

I nodded obediently. "Yes Ms. Mason, I'll take care of everything tomorrow afternoon."

My wife held up her naked breasts with her hands and said, "Jason loved playing with my tits. He bit them and licked them and twisted my nipples with his fingers. He liked to play rough dicklet and I enjoyed every minute of it."

Looking at me with an air of deliberate haughtiness, Kelly said in a very condescending voice; "Dicklet are you a macho stud who enjoys playing a little rough with his women? She smirked. "Have you ever spanked a woman or given her a hickey on her tit?"

It took every bit of self control I had to keep from smiling. My wife was an accomplished actress and at that moment she was at her absolute best. It was one of the talents that made her such a good hostess. 

I did manage to maintain the proper demeanor and responded appropriately. Submissively bowing my head, I answered in a very quiet voice; "No Ms. Mason."

"Dicklet, No what?"

"No I'm not a macho stud and I've never spanked a woman."

Kelly snickered. "Well dicklet, if you're not a macho stud, then I guess you'd better get down on your knees where you belong."

Another little thrill rippled through me. I quickly answered, "Yes Ms. Mason." And then I obediently fell to my knees.

Kelly licked her lips. That demonstration of power had obviously excited her. She stared at me for a moment and then she asked; "Dicklet, what do little pussyboys like you do with a woman?"

"Anything she wants Ms. Mason."

Kelly grasped the hem of her gray wool skirt. As she slowly inched it up her thighs she said, "I want you to lick my pussy. Will you do that for me dicklet?"

I was excited, very excited. My wife's game was awakening my deepest masochistic desires. Breathlessly I answered; "Yes Ms. Mason I'll do anything for you."

Kelly raised the hem of her skirt up to her waist. "Are you sure about that dicklet? An hour ago Jason was fucking me." She slipped two fingers into the cleft of her pussy and lewdly began masturbating herself. "He was ramming his big hard cock in and out of this cunt, your wife's cunt. Are you really going to lick me when you know that just a short time ago another man's cock was in there?"

I stared at Kelly and slowly nodded my head.

"Then do it dicklet. Crawl over here like a little puppy dog and kiss and lick my beautiful cunt, the cunt that Jason just ravaged with his magnificent cock."

Every nerve in my body was tingling as I submissively crept over to my wife and looked up at her. She towered over me like an omnipotent goddess. Looking down at me, she continued masturbating herself. Both the swollen lips of her pussy and her fingertips glistened with the moisture of her arousal. Her engorged clitoris poked it's head out of the hood of skin that served as its hiding place when it was resting.

I started to move my face to her cunt, but Kelly shook her head. "No dicklet, first you have to earn the right to lick this cunt. Kiss my shoes."

At that moment I belonged to Kelly. I would have been willing to submit to any indignity that she might desire. I didn't protest, instead I obediently bent over and kissed the toe of each of her black high heeled pumps.

As I kissed the toes of her shoes I heard my wife take a deep breath. My eager compliance with her demand had obviously excited her.

Kelly looked down at me with a smile dripping with arrogance. Her dominant sadistic desires were now fully awakened. That excited me even more. 

I looked up at Kelly. Our eyes met. My entire being burned with masochistic need. When she saw the fervor in my eyes she lustfully licked her lips. "You enjoy submitting to me, don't you dicklet?"

"Yes Ms. Mason, very very much."

She turned around and rested her hands on the edge of the night table next to our bed. Her gorgeous naked rear was directly in front of my face.

"Prove it dicklet. Do something for me that I will never do for you. Lick my asshole."

I'd started licking Kelly's ass during the first year we were together. It quickly became a regular part of our lovemaking, but this was the first time she'd so candidly stated that she'd never do it for me. I don't think there had ever been any doubt in either of our minds about that question. It had always been understood by both of us that licking Kelly's asshole was a submissive act on my part. Nonetheless, this was the first time that it had ever been made so overtly clear.

My excitement continued to grow.

My pulse was racing as I spread the cheeks of Kelly's ass. I leaned forward. She cooed with delight when she felt me press my lips to her puckered hole.

I wrapped my arms around my wife's hips and held her to me while I kissed her with passion. I felt that this was the ultimate expression of my submission to her will and I wanted her to understand my feelings very clearly.

Kelly supported herself with one hand while she reached between her legs with the other and started masturbating herself again. "Yes dicklet, do it, kiss my ass. Show me that you'll do anything for me."

Kelly shivered as I extended my tongue and pushed it into her anus. Breathless with excitement, she said, "That's right Timmy, that's exactly what I want. Be a good little slave, lick your mistresses asshole."

For a moment time stood still. Both Kelly and I were lost in a fog of uncontrolled lust. I kissed and licked her with a desperate need to please while she rubbed her cunt with an animal like frenzy.

Suddenly Kelly stood up, turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread apart. Her cunt dripped with the wetness of her lust. Grabbing a handful of my hair, she pulled my face to her sex and said; "Lick me slave, lick the cunt that was just ravaged by another man's cock."

I eagerly buried my face in my wife's very wet pussy. Her moisture covered my lips and nose. Kelly grabbed the back of my head with both of her hands and kept me pressed against her. I closed my eyes and licked her, kissed her and rubbed my face into her. Our sexual frenzy was reaching new heights. 

Suddenly Kelly relaxed her vise like grip on my head and in a raspy voice whispered; "Suck my clit Timmy, make me cum. Please make me cum."

Still desperate to please, I found my wife's engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth. I knew exactly what my goddess wanted and I didn't want to waste any time giving it to her. Kelly went wild when she felt me flicking her clit with my tongue while I sucked on it at the same time. Both of us were swept up in a euphoria of uncontrolled animal lust. Time lost all meaning. All either of us cared about was Kelly's pleasure. It was wonderfully insane. 

I could have easily gone on forever, but Kelly couldn't. She had a breaking point and she eventually reached it. I felt all the muscles in her body tense and then she arched her back, emitted a shrill cry and started to shake. I kept licking and sucking her clit. Her entire body shook from the orgasm that was exploding in her loins. 

Several seconds passed. The cascade of pleasure that was ravaging Kelly began to subside. I felt her relax. Pulling back, I kneeled at Kelly's feet and waited. It took a minute for her to regain her composure.

Once she was composed and fully at ease, Kelly leaned forward and looked down at me with a tender smile. Gently grasping my wrists, she pulled me up onto the bed next to her. I put my arm around her while she laid her head against my shoulder. We sat together in comfortable silence, enjoying the touch of our naked bodies. 

Suddenly Kelly started giggling.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's so funny?"

She grinned at me. "I never imagined that sex could be that much fun."

With my face still glistening with the moisture of her arousal, I smiled at Kelly and gently kissed her. She kissed me back and while it was a passionate kiss, it wasn't a kiss filled with desperate sexual need. This kiss was slow and sensual and laden with love.

After we kissed Kelly whispered to me. "No more games tonight. Now I need to love you and I need you to love me."

She laid her head against my shoulder again and whispered, "Timmy, it's nice to be able to come home after a date and be able to share it with you like I did when we were in college. During the past year I felt so guilty when I had to come home and pretend that I'd been working at an office job. Some nights, after I was sure you were asleep, I'd go into the bathroom, lock the door and cry until morning."

I held Kelly tightly in my arms and quietly said, "Don't worry, that's all in the past. I've learned the truth and it's okay. You won't have to lie about anything, never again."

"Timmy I love you."

"I know you do Kelly. I love you too."

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her. 

There was a brief pause and then Kelly said, "There is one thing though."

"What's that?"

"Our domination game is fun." She giggled. "Amazingly fun, but sometimes I want to dance for you instead. You know, like I do for the men I entertain."

I smiled. "I'd like that."

We cuddled for a few more minutes and then I said, "You still haven't heard my story." 

Kelly straightened up and grinned at me. "And you still haven't had a chance to cum, not even one time." She looked down at my erect penis and giggled. "It does appear that you're interested."

I laughed. "You can say that again."

"Timmy would you mind if I took off my garter belt, nylons and shoes? I'd be more comfortable if I was completely naked."

"No I wouldn't mind at all. You have a beautiful body. I like seeing naked."

We both stood up. As Kelly was unfastening her stockings from her garter belt, I asked; "Where would you like to hear the story?"

"Could you read it to me while we're lying in bed? That's the way we always used to do it."

"I think that would be very nice."

I went into the den and picked up the story. When I returned to the bedroom Kelly was lying naked on the bed. I stopped and stared at her for a moment and then I said, "I'll never get used to how beautiful you are." 

Kelly giggled. "And I'll never get tired of your flattery."

I laughed as I sat down on the bed next to her.

She reached for the story. "Can I see it?"

"Certainly." I handed it to her. It was five pages stapled together.

She held it up. "It's long."

"The words came easily tonight."

"It's nice when that happens, isn't it."

"Yes it is, that's when writing is fun."

Kelly glanced at the top page and giggled. "You made a title page." She read aloud; "'My Wife's Business Meeting At The Calvert Hotel' by T. Lewis Jamieson." 

Grinning at me, she asked; "When did you decide to start writing under your middle name?"

"I don't know, I guess it just seemed sort of classy."

"Classy?"

"Yeah classy."

"I think I prefer the term, sophisticated."

I winked at her. "That's because you're so classy."

Kelly burst out laughing. After a moment she said, "You should give up erotica and start writing comedy."

"Some people think my attempts at writing erotica are comedies."

"What people? I'm the only one who's ever read your stories."

"Yeah okay, I made that up."

Kelly rolled her eyes and handed me back my story. "Okay T. Lewis, let's hear it." She propped up two pillows and patted the bed. "Lie down right here and get comfortable."

As soon as I was in position Kelly lay down next to me, rested her head on my stomach and started massaging the inside of my thigh.

Chuckling, I said; "You do realize that doesn't help my concentration."

"It never has. It's a good thing you've already written the story, isn't it?"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, in fact I'm worrying about dying of old age before you get started."

"You're only twenty-four."

"And at the rate you're going I'll be Elvira's age by the time you start reading."

"Patience is a virtue."

Kelly grabbed my balls and started squeezing them. Barely able to control her laughter, she said; "If you don't start reading I'm going to hurt you."

"I thought we were done playing kinky games for tonight."

"That was before you started trying to drive me to the brink of insanity."

"I think I'd better start reading."

"That would be a good idea."

I took a deep breath and said, "'My wife's Business Meeting At The Calvert Hotel' by T. Lewis Jamieson."

Kelly giggled.

I started reading the story:

My wife slipped the plastic card into the electronic lock on the hotel room entrance. As soon as the little green light started to blink she turned the knob and opened the door. Before she went into the room Kelly took a quick glance up and down the hallway. There was no one in sight so she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. 

The front room of the suite was unoccupied. That was the way it was supposed to be. According to the usual plan the man she would be entertaining that evening had been instructed to withdraw to the bathroom and lock the door as soon as he heard someone attempting to enter the hotel suite.

This was purely a security precaution. The men that my wife entertained for JTandR were all influential business executives. Their wealth and positions of power left them vulnerable to blackmail. The firm wanted to do everything it could to eliminate the opportunities for a detective or a photographer to burst into the room and catch one of their associates in a compromising position.

Kelly set her sweater and purse on the coffee table and then she called out. "Mr. Baldwin, it's Melody. It's safe to come out."

Mr. Baldwin was not the man's real name. Again for security purposes, all of the men my wife entertained in this hotel suite were known as Roger Baldwin. My wife's name was of course Kelly and not Melody. Melody was the name she used when she partied with businessmen for JtandR.

Kelly was gently massaging my penis. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me. "Timmy, this is amazingly accurate. How do you know all of these details?"

I set the story down for a moment so I could answer her. "Martin Jackson explained the system to me when he was trying to get me to understand that Roger Baldwin didn't really exist. You filled in the rest of the details when you told me about the first night you entertained a man at The Calvert."

"You have an excellent memory. " Kelly patted my thigh. "Sorry I interrupted. I'm really enjoying this, please read some more."

I smiled in acknowledgment of her compliment and then I picked up the story and started again.

The bathroom door opened. Roger Baldwin poked his head out and carefully looked around. All the security precautions had a tendency to make a person just a little paranoid.

As soon as he saw my wife he smiled. Kelly is a beautiful twenty-four year old blond with a very large bust. Most men consider her to be absolutely gorgeous. Roger was no exception. As he was stepping into the bedroom he was silently thanking the partners at JTandR for providing this incredible opportunity.

Kelly smiled too. Roger was a middle aged man in his early fifties. He had a slight paunch and his hairline was beginning to recede, but it was obvious that he still exercised and made an effort to watch his weight. He was a ruggedly handsome man of average height. His muscular physique suggested that when he was younger he'd been an athlete. He was immaculately groomed and that aura of power and confidence common to successful businessmen emanated from him. Kelly found him attractive. The sex was going to be fun. 

My wife walked up to Roger, kissed his cheek and said; "Hello Mr. Baldwin, I'm Melody. Martin Jackson, John Reynolds and Wendell Tyler have sent me over as a token of their appreciation for your decision to invest in their current corporate acquisition."

Roger laughed. "Melody my dear, I have to say that your bosses certainly do know how to express their gratitude. You are a beautiful woman."

Kelly kissed his cheek again, only this time as she kissed him she deliberately brushed her hand across the tent in the front of his trousers. "Mr. Baldwin, you're sweet." She giggled. "I can also see that you really are very happy to meet me."

Roger laughed. "Melody, that is definitely true."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

Roger nervously looked at my wife. 

She smiled. "I'm sure that it's just the bellman with a bottle of champagne for us. Why don't you step into the bathroom while I take care of him."

After she was sure that Roger was safely hidden away Kelly went to the hotel room door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Melody, it's Mark. I have your bottle of champagne."

Kelly opened the door. Mark the bellman stepped into the room carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses on it. He set the tray down on the table and picked up the bottle. There was a loud pop as he opened it without spilling a drop, then he set it back in the ice bucket and turned to Kelly.

"Has Mr. Baldwin arrived?"

"Yes Mark, he's in the powder room." Kelly handed him a folded twenty dollar bill. "Thank you, as always, put the champagne on Mr. Baldwin's tab."

After slipping the twenty dollar bill into his pocket, Mark smiled at Kelly and said; "Thank you Melody, is there anything else I can do for you this evening?"

"No, I think we have everything we need."

Mark turned and went out the door, closing it behind him as he left. As soon as he was gone Kelly called to the bathroom, "Roger you can come out again."

Kelly was pouring two glasses of champagne when Roger walked into the sitting room of the suite. He was shaking his head. "You people certainly are careful about security."

Kelly handed him a glass of champagne. "It's for your own safety. We don't want to put you into a position where someone could blackmail you."

After picking up the other glass of champagne, Kelly took Roger's arm. "I'm quite certain that we won't be disturbed again this evening so why don't we go into the bedroom and make ourselves comfortable."

"I think that's an excellent idea."

Once they were in the bedroom Kelly set her glass of champagne on the night table and turned so that she was facing Roger. As she began loosening his tie, she said; "You know you really are a devilishly handsome man. I think that both of us are going to have a very good time tonight."

Roger took a deep breath.

After removing his tie and loosening his collar button, Kelly said; "Why don't you take off your shoes and lie back on the bed. I'd like to dance for you. Would you like that Roger? Would you like me to dance for you?"

Roger nodded, but then he paused for a second. Kelly had already turned and was plugging an MP3 player into an amplifier and small set of speakers on the dresser. As the first strains of music started playing, he said; "Melody could I ask you for a favor?"

She turned back around. "Of course."

"I know you're supposed to call me Roger for security reasons, but if you don't mind, I'd really like it if you'd call me Glenn. That's my real name."

Kelly smiled. "I'd be happy to do that. If somebody comes to the door I'll start calling you Roger again, but otherwise I'll call you Glenn."




Courtesan Ch. 32



"Thank you."

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Glenn you know my names not really Melody, don't you."

He nodded. "I assumed that was the case."

Kelly shook her head. "I'm sorry baby, but I'm not allowed to tell you my real name. I wish I could, but I can't."

Glenn grinned at her. "It's okay, I understand. I'm just going to pretend that Melody is your real name. I think it's a very pretty name."

"I think it is too."

Glenn propped up the pillows and lay back on the bed. "All right, I think it's time for that dance."

Kelly smiled at him and then she sat down on the bed next to him and unzipped his pants. Laughing as she took out his erect penis, Glenn said; "I've heard of dirty dancing, but I think this might me a step beyond that."

Kelly giggled. "I'm just trying to get you in the mood."

"I think what you're doing will be very effective."

Kelly smiled at him and then she took a moment to inspect this new cock that she was holding. It wasn't huge; but it was a nice size, about six inches and moderately thick. Unless Glenn had a problem with premature ejaculation, she could see that she was about to have a very good time. 

Still holding his erection in her fingers Kelly looked up at Glenn and said, "You have a beautiful cock. It's so big and hard. I'm going to have fun playing with it tonight."

Glenn laughed. "Melody you are a magnificent flatterer."

Kelly winked at him. "Nope, I'm a sex crazed slut."

That caused Glenn to burst out laughing. "I think I'm going to be very glad that I met you."

"Oh I know you are." Kelly started tugging on his trousers. "Now let's get these pants off of you. They're only going to get in the way."

Glenn lifted his hips off the bed so that Kelly could pull down his trousers. While she was doing that Glenn chuckled and said, "Melody there are people in this world who would suggest that you're just a little bit forward."

Kelly giggled. "Glenn honey, would you prefer that we spend the evening playing checkers so that we can have an opportunity to get to know each other a little better?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I want to play with the sex crazed slut."

"Oh you are my kind of man." There was a huge grin on my wife's face. 

After slipping Glenn's pants off of him Kelly neatly laid them over the back of the chair in the corner, then she returned to the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. "This has to go too."

"You do understand that this really isn't fair. I'm losing my clothes, but you're still wearing yours."

"Trust me sweetie, I'm about to lose mine too and you're going to love watching me while I do it."

Glenn smiled at me wife. Kelly smiled back at him and then she said, "Now sit up just a little bit." 

When Glenn sat up Kelly removed his shirt and laid it across the back of the chair next to his trousers.

Returning to the bed she said, "And now your boxer shorts." Glenn's erect penis was sticking out of the front of his underwear. Kelly grabbed the shaft and gave it a firm squeeze. "We have to give this big fellow a little more room to operate."

Glenn chuckled. It was obvious that he was beginning to like my wife. It was easy to see why. She was very skillful at getting a man to relax and making him feel comfortable.

Kelly pulled his boxer shorts off and then she gently pushed him forward so that she could remove his tee shirt. After she'd laid both of them on the chair next to his dress shirt and pants, she looked at Glenn with an impish smile. He was now naked except for his black dress socks. Playfully shaking her head, Kelly said; "We'd better get rid of these too. We don't want this to look like a cheap porno movie."

Glenn laughed as she pulled off his socks. "Melody, you really do enjoy your work, don't you."

"You mean getting to party with handsome studs like you?"

"You are a flatterer."

Kelly winked at him. "Just the truth baby, nothing but the truth."

Glenn laughed some more. He was enjoying himself. It was obvious that my wife was very good at her job."

Kelly once again sat down on the edge of the bed next to Glenn. "Before I start taking off my clothes I'd like to give you another kiss."

Grasping his erect penis in her hand, Kelly stroked him several times and then she leaned over and softly kissed the head of his engorged cock. Glenn gasped as she parted her lips and took him in her mouth. She was careful and only sucked him for a moment. She wasn't yet ready to make him cum.

Sitting up, Kelly took Glenn's hand and placed it on her clothed breast. "Feel me Glenn. Do you like that? Does touching my breast excite you?"

He nodded.

"Tonight you get to touch me anywhere you'd like." 

Glenn took a deep breath. It was obvious that he was now very aroused.

"I have big nipples and I love it when a guy plays with them. Would you like to see them Glenn? Would you like to see my big hard nipples?"

"Yes please." His answer was barely audible.

Kelly stood up and started swaying her hips in time to the music that was playing in the background. As she moved she stared into Glenn's eyes and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. After slipping it off of her shoulders she tossed it onto the chair and then she reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere. For a moment she held the cups in place over her large breasts while she seductively danced to the slow rhythmic beat of the rhythm and blues song.

Mesmerized, Glenn couldn't take his eyes off of my wife.

Kelly responded to his obvious excitement by sensually licking her lips. She danced for another few seconds and then she pulled the unfastened brassiere away and exposed her naked breasts.

Glenn gasped.

My wife giggled. "Do you like them Glenn? Do you like my big tits?"

Glenn slowly nodded.

Continuing to sway her hips in time to the music, Kelly tossed her bra onto the chair and began unfastening her skirt. Glenn watched as she slowly lowered the zipper and let the skirt fall to the floor revealing the black lace garter belt that was holding up her black nylon stockings. Kelly stepped out of the skirt, picked it up and tossed it onto the chair with the rest of their clothes, then she started dancing again. 

As she danced she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waist band of the tiny black lace thong she was wearing over her garter belt. Slowly she began inching it down her hips.

Glenn was staring at her intently. When he could just see the top of the cleft of Kelly's sex she stopped and quietly said, "I shaved my pussy this afternoon. I did it just for you. I hope you like a girl with a shaved pussy."

Taking a deep breath, he whispered, "Yes I do."

"Would you like to see it Glenn? Would you like to see my cute little bald pussy?"

"Yes, please."

My wife pushed her panties down to her thighs and then she lasciviously slipped a finger between the lips of her freshly shaved cunt and began fingering herself while she continued to sway her hips in rhythm to the music.

Without realizing it, Glenn let his hand drop to his erect penis. While he watched my wife masturbate as she danced for him, he started stroking his very hard cock.

As soon as Kelly realized what he was doing, she kicked off her panties and sat down next to him on the bed. Gently removing his hand from his cock, she placed it on her breast. "Why don't I do that for you while you play with my tits."

Glenn grinned and immediately started rolling Kelly's nipple between his fingertips. At the same time she began to slowly stroke his throbbing erection.

After a moment Kelly got up on the bed and kneeled along side Glenn so that her head was over his cock and her pussy and ass were near his face. "Sweetheart, I want you to explore my body while I suck your cock. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself. I'm going to make you cum and when you do cum I'm going to keep you in my mouth."

Glenn gasped when he felt Kelly take him in her mouth. For a moment he lay back and enjoyed the sweet sensations of pleasure she was creating and then he began exploring the crack of her ass with his fingertips.

Kelly used both her hands and her mouth on Glenn. She stroked him while she sucked him and then she fondled with his balls while she sucked him. Two times she sensed that he was nearing an orgasm and both times she backed off for a moment so that he could regain his control. The third time she felt his excitement growing she didn't back off. Instead she started masturbating and sucking Glenn with increased the intensity. 

He sensed that she was trying to make him cum so he lay back on the pillows and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar warm tingling sensation building in his loins. He took a deep breath and then a flood of pleasure rippled through him as he ejaculated several spurts of warm semen into my wife's mouth.

Kelly kept sucking him. This was a new experience for Glenn. His wife was willing to give him a blow job on special occasions like his birthday and their anniversary, but she always insisted that he warn her just before he was about to ejaculate so that she could take his cock out of her mouth. Now he just lay back and enjoyed the pleasure of Kelly's mouth while he finished ejaculating and his erection slowly softened.

Once his cock had shriveled to it's normal size Kelly sat up and lay down next to Glenn. For a moment they cuddled in silence and then Glenn said, "That was wonderful, I've never done that before."

Kelly sat up and looked at him. "Had a blow job? Doesn't your wife do that for you?"

"Yes, but only on special occasions and when she does do it she never lets me..." He hesitated for a moment and then he said, "You know keep it in."

"You mean she doesn't let you cum in her mouth."

"That's right."

"Lots of women are squeamish about that." She giggled. "Guys too."

Glenn laughed. "That's for damn sure. I'd be real squeamish about it."

Kelly shrugged. "I like the taste of a guy's cum. I suppose I just associate it with the fun I have when I give a man a blow job."

"Melody, you are an amazing woman."

"Because I like to give blow jobs?"

Chuckling, Glenn said; "Well I guess that's part of it." He thought for a moment and then he said, "But only part of it. You're so beautiful and so adventurous. It's like you're some kind of wonderfully uninhibited free spirit."

Kelly giggled. "Now who's being the flatterer."

Glenn grinned at Kelly, but then he was suddenly silent. His expression became much more serious. After a moment he said, "Melody, I think this may be the most incredible sexual experience of my entire life."

My wife stared at Glenn for several seconds and then she quietly said, "That might be the nicest thing you possibly could have said to me."

Glenn sighed; "Melody, I know you're being paid to be with me, but..."

Gently placing her finger on Glenn's lips to silence him, Kelly whispered; "Shhhh, don't think about that, I'm not. You're an extremely sexy man and you're also very nice. I'm enjoying being with you. For the rest of tonight that's all that matters."

Glenn looked at my wife and slowly nodded his head. They smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly said, "They told me that you have a sailboat. Tell me about it."

Smiling, Glenn asked; "Do you really want to hear about it?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes I do, I've never known anyone who owned a sailboat."

Glenn laughed. "All right, I'd love to tell you about it.

My naked wife cuddled up to her wealthy businessman's shoulder and gently toyed with his nipple while he described the fun and excitement he experienced when he was sailing his sixty-five foot sloop on Lake Michigan.

Kelly had been slowly stroking my penis while I read to her, but suddenly I realized that she'd stopped. I set the story down and looked at her. She was staring at me.

"What's the matter sweetheart? It's okay if you don't like the story. You can tell me. I won't be offended, I promise."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "No, I love the story, it's wonderful."

"Then what's wrong?"

"Timmy, the Kelly in this story is a really nice person."

I smiled. "The Kelly I'm married to is a really nice person. All I did was write about her."

She shook her head. "No. I'm not so sure that I am that nice."

"Well I think you are, now be quiet and let me read some more."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timmy I really do love you."

"I know that Kelly. I love you too."

She laughed, "I can tell."

"Would you like to hear some more?"

"Yes please."

I picked up the story and started reading again.

After a few minutes Kelly let her hand slip from Glenn's nipple to his flaccid penis. All she did was flip it over and begin to softly massage the sensitive underside, but that was all she had to do. As she toyed with him she felt Glenn's cock begin to stir.

Glenn was telling Kelly about a trip he and his wife had made to Madeline Island in Lake Superior. When he realized what my wife was doing to him he gasped and stopped talking.

Kelly gave his penis a firm squeeze. Glenn gasped again. She giggled. "I think we're beginning to get a little action down there." She slid down the bed so that her face was next to Glenn's growing cock. "Would you mind if I tried to help things along a little bit?"

Suddenly finishing the story about his sailboat trip to Madeline Island seemed unimportant. Breathlessly Glenn said; "No, I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'm sure I'd like it if you to did do that."

Kelly grinned at him and then she leaned over, gave the head of his cock a sloppy wet kiss and looked back up at him. "I thought you might feel that way." 

Glenn chuckled, but when Kelly put his cock into her mouth and started sucking him he gasped a third time and stopped talking. 

The effect of Kelly's effort was nearly immediate. Glenn's flaccid penis was quickly transformed into a rigid pole. As soon as he was hard my wife sat up. Facing Glenn she climbed across his body and positioned herself so that she was straddling his hips. Her very wet cunt was directly over the head of his fully engorged cock.

Staring into his eyes she picked up Glenn's hands and place one of them on each of her large breasts. "Glenn honey, I want you to play with my tits while we fuck. Will you do that for me? Will you pull on my nipples while you fuck me with your big beautiful cock?"

Glenn didn't answer. He just grasped each of my wife's swollen nipples and started rolling them back and forth between his fingertips.

Kelly's entire body was tingling with excitement as she began lowering herself onto Glenn's erect penis. When she felt the big head touch her wet pussy lips she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. She continued moving, but she moved slowly. She wanted to savor that wonderful moment. A new man, a man she'd never had before was entering her for the very first time. 

The head of Glenn's penis parted her lips and found the entrance to Kelly's womb. She pushed down and suddenly he was inside her. She took a moment to enjoy the thrill created by his presence and then she pushed again. His penetration went deeper.

Kelly was excited and very wet. Taking him was easy. She pushed down a third time and Glenn was completely inside her. At that point she stopped. She didn't move at all. The feel of a new cock inside her cunt was a sensation that my wife relished. She wanted to fully enjoy it. 

After a moment she opened her eyes and smiled at Glenn. "Fuck me, fuck me with that big hard dick you've got buried in my cunt and play with my tits while you're doing it." Kelly started to slowly rock her hips back and forth. She was on top, so she was in charge. She was the one who was actually doing the fucking, but she wanted Glenn to feel like he was in command.

Kelly's obscene language aroused Glenn. That was her intention. She'd long ago learned that talking dirty excited most men.

Glenn eagerly played with Kelly's breasts as she rocked back and forth on his cock. While they fucked she carefully monitored Glenn's facial expressions and breathing. She was watching for signs that he might getting ready to cum. She was well aware of his age and she knew that this next orgasm would very likely be his last one for that night. She didn't want him to cum too quickly. She wanted to be able to have an opportunity to slow their pace and give him a chance to regain his control before he began ejaculating. 

My wife enjoys being taken by a powerful lover so she generally prefers having her partner on top. That way he can be in control. When she's working she always opts to take the top position first. In that position she's better able to control the intensity of the sex. As soon as she senses that the man she's entertaining is beginning to tire she switches positions with him and allows him to finish on top.

Glenn was very excited and having a wonderful time, but Kelly noticed that he was getting increasingly short of breath. He was an older man, he didn't have the stamina of a youthful lover. She realized that the evening would be ending shortly and she wanted him to experience her grand finale.

Kelly rolled off of Glenn and lay next to him on her back with her legs lasciviously spread apart. Glenn sat up and stared at my wife's wet gaping sex. His erection, glistening with her moisture; stood obscenely at attention, fully engorged and ready for more action.

While smiling at Glenn, Kelly lewdly pressed two fingers into the cleft of her sopping pussy and started masturbating herself. "Fuck me Glenn. Get on top of me and fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock in my cunt again."

That was the only invitation that Glenn needed. He climbed on top of my wife and pushed his cock deep into her slippery cunt. Kelly cooed with delight when she felt him enter her and then she momentarily closed her eyes so that she could enjoy the sensual feel of his chest brushing against her breasts.

Glenn was now in control, but he wasn't a skilled cocksman. He didn't have much appreciation for rhythm and tempo. His fucking amounted to little more than a solid in and out motion done with as much speed and gusto as he could muster. 

That was fine with Kelly. While she was on top she'd satisfied her need for gentle pleasure. Now a rough and tumble finish was going to be just fine.

Glenn vigorously fucked my wife and Kelly was enjoying every moment of it. She had her legs wrapped around his thighs and was gleefully trying to meet each of his powerful thrusts with a spirited buck of her own. 

Suddenly in a desperate voice Glenn whispered; "Melody, I'm getting ready to cum."

"That's all right Glenn, just keep fucking me. You can cum inside me. It's safe."

Much to my wife's dismay he did exactly the opposite. He stopped fucking her and lay motionless with his erect penis still fully embedded in her cunt. Timidly he said, "I was kind of hoping that you might finish me off with your mouth."

Kelly looked up at him and smiled. "You want to cum in my mouth again, don't you."

He nodded, "Yes"; but then he quickly added, "I'll understand if you don't want to do it. I mean now that I've been inside you."

Kelly smiled at Glenn. "That doesn't bother me at all. Why don't you pull out of me and lay back on the bed."

Glenn gasped excitedly. "Really?"

Giggling, Kelly answered; "Yes, really."

Glenn quickly rolled off of my wife and lay back with his head resting on the pillows. His erect penis was sticking straight up. Kneeling next to him, Kelly grasped his cock in her hand, leaned over and began licking the fully engorged head.

Glenn watched.

Kelly was careful not to start stroking him. She knew that he was close to cumming and she wanted to make this last for at least a minute or two.

She licked the head of his cock and then the shaft. She smiled when she heard Glenn's breath catch as she moved further down and started licking and sucking on his balls. She suspected that this was the first time anyone had ever done that to him. 




Courtesan Ch. 33



This is the thirty-third episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



When I arrived at the store the next morning Tonya's gray Mercedes was parked next to the building. I wasn't surprised, but seeing it did make me smile. As improbable as it might seem, I was hoping that Tonya and Kirby would actually be able to make a go of it.

I parked my car and went inside. Tonya was behind the cash register. She was engaged in an animated conversation with Bernice Cartland. Bernice was the cashier receptionist for the tire store down the street. One of her job duties was to open the store at 6:30 so that people could drop off their cars on their way to work. Every morning but Sunday, Bernice stopped at Kirby's on her way to the shop and bought a cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut. 

Bernice was a good looking Brunette in her early forties. She was married and had two teenaged girls. I met her the first morning I worked at Kirby's. That day, after she'd left, Kirby had told me that the guys at the tire store all claimed that she was having an affair with Larry, the store manager. Elvira later confirmed the rumor. It still may not have been true, but it certainly was juicy gossip.

Kirby was on his knees in aisle two. There only were two aisles in the store, but we still had to be able to differentiate between them so Kirby had them numbered, one and two. He was counting cans of soup. 

I walked over to him. "Are you doing an inventory?"

He stopped counting and looked up at me. "Just an informal one. I'm trying to get some idea of how much money I might be able to get if I could actually sell everything in the store."

Behind us I heard Tonya say, "Thank you for the invitation; but it's a busy week for me, maybe another time."

Bernice answered, "Think about it, he really is a very handsome man."

"I will Bernice."

"I'd better get over to the store. It was nice talking to you Tonya."

"I enjoyed talking to you too Bernice."

Bernice started to leave but then she stopped and asked, "Are you going to be working in the store every morning?"

Tonya stopped to think. I glanced at Kirby. He was watching her intently.

After a moment she said; "I'd like to work as many mornings as I possibly can, but I won't be able to be here every morning. My job requires that I spend some time traveling."

"So this is just a part time job for you."

"Actually it's not a job at all, I'm just helping Kirby. He's my boyfriend."

Next to me Kirby's face lit up.

Bernice turned and looked at Kirby and then she looked back at Tonya. She wasn't being particularly subtle. She was trying to figure out how my overweight friend could end up with a girlfriend as beautiful as Tonya.

Finally she walked back to the counter, leaned over and whispered into Tonya's ear.

Tonya listened to her and then she answered, "I'll keep that in mind Bernice."

Bernice patted Tonya's hand and then she turned and hurried out of the store. It was almost 6:30, there would be several people waiting outside the tire shop when she got there.

As soon as she was gone Tonya walked over to Kirby and me. 

Kirby stood up. He was smiling. "You had a nice chat with Bernice."

Tonya nodded. "Yes I did. She's a very interesting woman. She's married, has two teenaged daughters and dates her boss."

"Did she actually tell you that?"

"You mean that she's married and has two teenaged daughters?" Tonya had an impish smile on her face. She was teasing Kirby.

Kirby rolled his eyes. "No, that she's dating her boss."

Tonya grinned. "Oh yes, she most certainly did. In fact she tried to get me to go out with Larry's older brother Vince. She wanted us to double date. Apparently Larry saw me in the store yesterday and asked Bernice to take a shot at me when she stopped for her coffee this morning."

Kirby looked at Tonya. After a moment he cautiously asked, "What did you tell her?"

Tonya stared at Kirby for a second and then she said, "I told her no thank you." Smiling, she picked up Kirby's hand and gently held it between both of her hands. "Right now, the only man I want to spend time with is you." 

She paused for a moment. Her expression slowly became more serious. Finally she said, "But that doesn't mean I might not say yes if she asks me again in the future. Kirby honey I'm just like Kelly. I love sex and I love men, lots of men. I am a professional and my job does provide me with the opportunity to play with a generous variety of men, but sex is also a form of recreation for me. When I meet a man who happens to strike my fancy, I'm always very open about the possibility of getting together with him for a little casual fun."

Kirby looked at her with a puzzled expression. "I thought you didn't date."

"Sweetie, I don't date, but that's not the same as hooking up for a night of hot sex with a guy I meet in the bar at the Goldenrod Supper Club."

Kirby closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. It was obvious that Tonya's blunt declaration had unsettled him. 

Tonya noticed his sullen expression. "Kirby, you have to understand that this has nothing to do with my feelings for you. All we're talking about is sex for fun. Kelly's not in love with Chris. All of us know that she's head over heels in love with Timmy. Still, that doesn't mean she shouldn't occasionally get together with Chris so she can enjoy his big cock."

Tonya turned to me."Timmy when Kelly hooks up with another guy; not for business, but just for fun; does that bother you?"

I thought for a moment and then I said, "That's a complicated question."

Tonya raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes, it really is." I smiled. "I'm also glad that you asked it. I believe you know that in a few hours I'm going to be discussing this same issue with a man that I've never met before."

Tonya smiled. "Yes, I guess I am aware of that." She shrugged, "But I have to admit that it hadn't occurred to me when I asked the question." 

Kirby looked at both of us with a puzzled expression. "I don't know anything about any of this. Would someone care to enlighten me."

Tonya patted Kirby's hand. "Sweetheart, I'll tell you all about it later." She sighed. "Right now it's very important to me that we finish this conversation."

Kirby smiled. That made me smile. Kirby was so infatuated with Tonya that I suspected he would accept anything she said as long as she prefaced it by calling him sweetheart."

Tonya turned back to me. "Okay, it is a complicated question. I can understand that. We have some time. If you're willing, I'd still like you to try to answer it. If Kirby and I are going to have any chance to form a relationship were going to have to reach a mutual understanding about this issue."

"All right, I'll do the best I can." I took a moment to think and then I looked at Kirby. "You know that Tonnie entertained a man at The Calvert Hotel last night."

"Yes, I know that."

"And you understand what that means."

"Of course I do. She had sex with him."

I glanced at Tonya. She was studying Kirby. She was very concerned about his reaction to all of this.

"Did that bother you?"

Kirby thought for a moment. "Maybe a little, but not as much as I thought it would. Mostly I just missed being with Tonya."

I smiled. "Kelly also worked last night and I had the same reaction."

Still carefully watching Kirby, Tonya asked me, "Timmy did thinking about what Kelly was doing at The Calvert last night excite you?"

I grinned at her. "You know it did. I even wrote a story about it."

"You did?" Kirby was staring at me with a surprised expression.

"Yes I did. Would you like me to bring it in tomorrow so you can read it?"

He nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Timmy, could I read it too."

"Of course you can Tonya. I'll give it to you when you come over for lunch today."

"You're having lunch at Timmy's house today?"

"Yes, and you could too if we could just find someone to take care of the store."

"Elvira can watch the store."

Tonya shook her head. "No she's going to the lunch at Timmy and Kelly's and it's very important for her to be there."

Kirby frowned.

Tonya kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I promise that..."

Kirby held up his hand. "No I'm being childish. This is my store and it's my job to take care of it. I'm sure there will be other lunches in the future."

I patted Kirby's shoulder. "Buddy, I guarantee you that as soon as you have some free time I'll put together another lunch..." I paused. "No make that a dinner party and you'll be the guest of honor."

Kirby smiled.

Tonya hugged his arm. "Timmy's making quiche Lorraine. I'm sure he'll let me bring a piece back for you tonight."

Kirby looked at Tonya in surprise. "You're coming back here after the lunch?"

"Of course I am. I don't have to work tonight and I certainly don't want to spend the evening with anyone else."

Kirby smiled. "Timmy, could she bring a slice of the quiche back for me?"

I laughed. "Hell, I'll make an entire pie just for you."

He shook his head. "No one piece will be fine. I'm trying to lose a little weight. Elvira's helping me. I've already lost four pounds."

Tonya put her arm around Kirby's waist and hugged him. "If you get any sexier women are going to be lining up for a chance to jump your bones."

Kirby held Tonya in his arms and quietly said, "The only woman I want is you."

Tonya pressed her face against Kirby's massive chest. "Right now you're the only man I want." 

She paused. After a moment she looked up at him and sighed. "But Kirby honey, I know that eventually I'm going to want a little variety. It won't be for love or romance and it can't be the men I entertain for JTandR. It has to be men I choose myself. It will just be for casual fun. Will you be able to handle that?"

I carefully watched Kirby. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

Before he could respond I patted Tonya's shoulder. "Tonnie, slow down just a little bit. Give Kirby a chance to get used to the idea before you make him answer that question. Earlier, you asked both of us a much simpler question. I answered it, but we got sidetracked before Kirby had a chance to give you his answer."

Tonya nodded and then she looked at Kirby. "Sweetheart do you remember the question?"

"Yes of course I do. Last night when I thought about what you were doing at The Calvert, did I get excited."

"Did you?"

Kirby nervously glanced down at the floor. "This is a little embarrassing."

Tonya shook her head. "It shouldn't be. No one here is going to judge you. Kirby none of your current friends are going to judge you." 

She smiled. "Timmy is an admitted submissive masochist who lives as his wife's slave. Your girlfriend," She giggled. "That's me in case you're confused, was a call girl who occasionally participated in sexual acts so perverted that most people can't even imagine them."

Both Kirby and I looked at Tonya and in unison asked, "Like what?"

Tonya started laughing. "Aren't the two of you a pair."

Not to be deterred I shrugged and said, "You already knew that. Now, are you going to tell us?"

Tonya grinned. "Just think about this. During the last few years that I worked as an escort one of my specialties was domination."

I smiled. "Yes, Kelly told me that you're very good at it."

She winked at me. "Dicklet, I wasn't just very good, I was the best."

I took a deep breath and said, "Oh!"

Staring at me, Tonya lasciviously licked her lips as she slowly nodded her head. She knew that my imagination was running wild and she was teasing me. 

After a moment she giggled and then she said, "I developed a reputation for being extremely open minded. Word got around and during my last year as an escort a number of very kinky older men were paying me large amounts of money to do some unbelievably nasty things to them."

Kirby stared at her with his mouth gaping open. "And you did it?"

Tonya smiled at him. "Of course I did. I almost always enjoyed it too. Being dominant excites me." She shrugged, "Don't worry, I did have my limits. I've always refused to do anything that might actually cause bodily harm."

Tonya let that sink in for a moment and then she said. "So rubber boy, did you get excited last night when you thought about what I was doing at the Calvert?"

Kirby chuckled. "Yes, after that last revelation I guess I can safely admit that I did."

Tonya hugged him. "And there's nothing wrong with that. There's nothing wrong with your latex fantasy either."

"I know, but admitting to it makes me feel like a pervert." Kirby was nervously staring at the floor.

"Kirby honey, were all perverts. Timmy is a masochistic submissive, I'm a sadistic bitch who loves to fuck, Kelly and Elvira are both totally uninhibited sluts who have a fetish for sucking cocks."

Smiling at Kirby, Tonya said; "Sweetheart, I'm going to tell you a secret. Every time I think about your little fantasy my pussy gets wet. Rubberboy, I can't wait to whip you."

Kirby took a deep breath. "Is that really true?"

Tonya laughed. "Yes Cookie it really is. I have passion for kinky sex scenes. Baby, your girlfriend," She paused and winked at him. "Once again, that's me in case you're still confused."

Both Kirby and I chuckled.

Tonya was on a roll and not about to be distracted so she ignored us and continued. "Your girlfriend just happens to be the biggest pervert in this city, and she doesn't have any interest in changing, so you might as well relax and enjoy her."

Once she was finished she took a deep breath and looked at Kirby. She was waiting for a response.

Grinning at her, Kirby said; "Do you really want to be my girlfriend?"

Tonya shook her head in exasperation. "Yes of course I do. I'm falling madly in love with you, but Kirby honey didn't you hear anything else I just said?'

Kirby shrugged. "Of course I did. You told me that you love sex in all of it's forms, you're completely nonjudgmental and I shouldn't be ashamed to share any fantasies that I might have with you."

Staring at Kirby in surprise, Tonya said; "Yes, that's exactly what I was trying to say."

Kirby shrugged. "I'm a good listener."

"I know you are sweetheart. That's one of your many qualities that I find so attractive."

"You also told me that If I want to be your boyfriend I'm going to have to accept being a cuckold."

Tonya slowly nodded. "Yes, I guess I did say that." There was a tone of sad resignation in her voice. It was apparent that she assumed that Kirby's next words would spell the end of their attempt to forge a meaningful relationship with each other.

In a last desperate effort to salvage the situation Tonya said, "You wouldn't have to be a submissive cuckold like Timmy."

She quickly turned to me. "No offense Timmy. It's just that you and Kirby may not share the same fantasy."

I smiled. "Don't worry, I understand."

"But what if I want to be a submissive cuckold like Timmy? Would that be all right with you?"

Tonya stared at Kirby. After a moment she quietly said, "Yes, I would like that very much. Is that what you want?"

Kirby took a deep breath and then he said, "Admitting it is a little difficult. I've had submissive fantasies ever since I was a teenager, but I've always tried to suppress them. They just never seemed very manly. Now that I've met Elvira, Timmy, Kelly, Mandy, Keisha and most of all you; I've started to reevaluate my attitude about those fantasies."

He laughed. "I don't think I can be exactly like Timmy. I'd look pretty silly wearing a pair of women's panties."

Tonya giggled. "Yes you would, and I don't think I'd ever want to make you do that."

She put her arms around Kirby's waist and hugged him. "Maybe we can just take some time and get to know each other. That might help us decide how we want to make all of this work."

"I think that's a very good idea."

There was a moment of quiet and then Tonya said, "Kirby a few minutes ago I told you that I was falling in love with you."

He nodded. "Yes, you did. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Kirby I'm afraid."

"Why?"

"I given my mouth and my pussy to hundreds of men, but I've never let any man have my heart."

Tonya's statement reminded me of Kelly's words the previous night. "Lots of men could have her pussy and her mouth, even her ass; but I was the only man who would ever get her heart and her soul. It was clear that both Tonya and Kelly viewed sex and love as two completely different entities.

Kirby held her in his arms. "If you decide to give it to me, I promise that I will always be a trustworthy and caring guardian."

"I know you will."

"What the hell is going on in here? I have never seen the three of you with such intense expressions. I didn't think you were capable of being this serious."

We all turned. It was of course Elvira. She was standing in the doorway to the store.

I grinned at her. "Kirby just told Tonya that he was willing to be her cuckold and now they're professing their undying love for each other."

Elvira shook her head. "Well it's about time Cookie came to his senses and acknowledged his true feelings. Timmy, he's even more of a submissive masochist than you are."

She turned to Kirby. "Tonya is a wonderful woman. Don't mess this up. If you start to have trouble adapting to life as a submissive, lean on your friends. Timmy and I will both help you. And that little brunette, the one whose mom and dad we're going to talk to this afternoon. Her name is Mandy, right?"

I nodded."Yes, that's right."

"She's a sub and I get the impression that she's very comfortable with her position in the world."

"Yes, I think she is."

Elvira smiled. "My Max was too. I think that's the real trick to living as a submissive. You have to be able to ignore the uptight attitude of the rest of the world and accept that this is who you are and even more important, this is who you want to be."

Shaking my head, I said; "That's not easy to do. I'm still struggling with it."

"It took my Max a long time to become completely comfortable with his position." Elvira paused for a moment and then she added. "I think I helped him, at least I tried hard to do that."

She looked at Tonya. "A dominant has to take responsibility for the mental well being of her slave, especially if that slave loves and trusts you. Wielding power over another person, the freedom to enjoy unrestrained arrogance, the prerogative to demand total devotion and obedience and the option to inflict pain, humiliation and suffering whenever the mood strikes; are all exciting, even intoxicating privileges that a dominant enjoys."

"We must always remember that those privileges are granted to us by our submissives. They serve us because they choose to serve us and we have to be careful to balance the pain, suffering and at times deliberate neglect that we inflict with nurturing, care and love."

"Tonya, I understand that you are a very experienced dominant, but you're a professional. Your submissives have always gone back to their normal lives after their session ended. If you and Kirby are successful at forming the bond that both of you appear to be seeking, he will be serving you twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. He will be entrusting his well being to you. Are you willing to accept that responsibility?"

Tonya looked at Kirby. "Is that what you want."




Courtesan Ch. 33



Kirby thought about her question. After a moment he smiled. "Are you asking me if I'd like to spend the rest of my life serving you?"

Tonya took a deep breath and then she answered; "Yes, I believe I am."

"Can I trust you to love and care for me?"

"Yes, yes you can." Tonya was grinning.

"I think we have to spend some more time getting to know each other and I'm not exactly sure how all of this will eventually work out, but I would definitely like to start moving in that direction."

Elvira and I both watched in silence as Tonya put her arms around Kirby's waist and quietly said; "Kirby Lundquist will you love me?"

"Yes Tonya, with all my heart and soul."

"I promise to love you too." And then Tonya whispered. "Hold me Kirby, hold me in your arms and protect me, protect me forever and ever."

"I will Tonya, I promise I will."

Kirby wrapped his huge arms around Tonya and pulled her tightly against him. She pressed her cheek into his massive chest and closed her eyes. They took a minute to enjoy their loving embrace and then Tonya place her hands behind Kirby's head and affectionately pulled his face to hers. They kissed. It was a slow gentle kiss filled with tender passion. 

After a moment Tonya slipped her arms back down to Kirby's waist and turned to us. With an exuberant smile on her face, she said; "It looks like I now have a boyfriend and Kirby has a girlfriend."

I glanced at my friend. He was grinning so hard that I thought he might burst. I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I just smiled at him. That seemed to be fine with Kirby. He looked so happy that I was quite certain that at that moment he was probably incapable of speech anyway.

"Way to go Cookie, you now have a gorgeous girlfriend who loves to fuck." Elvira rubbed Kirby's semi erect cock through his trousers as she teasingly added, "Of course you won't always be the one who's getting to fuck her, but that shouldn't be a problem for you. I've always thought you were the kind of man who likes to share." She giggled. "If you're lucky Tonya might even let you watch once in a while."

"Ellie quit!" Tonya squeezed Kirby's waist. "My big baby is going to get all the fun he can handle."

Elvira smiled. "Oh I know that. It's just that I love cookie so much that it's hard for me to resist teasing him."

Tonya nodded. She was about to say something when next to her Kirby quietly asked, "Could I? I mean I'd promise to be really quiet and not bother you at all."

Letting go of his waist, Tonya stepped back and stared at Kirby. She was clearly surprised by his request. After a moment she said, "Do you really want to?"

"Yes, I think I do." There wasn't a trace of hesitation in his voice. "Timmy got to watch Kelly with Chris." He looked at me. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"I did, but..."

"It also upset him when he saw Kelly with Martin Jackson." Tonya was obviously concerned about this.

I turned to Tonya. "But that was just because I'd never realized how focused Kelly gets when she's with a guy."

Tonya shook her head. "I don't know sweetheart. I'm afraid that you might hate me after you see me with another man."

Kirby smiled. "I could never hate you Tonya."

"I could sit with him and hold his hand. When I had a boyfriend who would let him, my Max loved to watch me. Tonnie, you have to let him watch once in a while. It will help him imagine what's happening all the other times you're out with a man."

"But there aren't very many guys who would be willing to let Kirby watch." Tonya smiled. "Most men are a little shy about that."

"Antoine would do it and I'll bet Chris would too."

Tonya looked at me. She thought for a moment and then she said, "Yes Timmy, you're right. If I explained the situation I'm sure that both of them would be happy to do it." She sighed. "All right, I'll talk to them." She looked at Kirby and giggled. "Do you want to see me getting fucked by a big black cock or a big white cock?"

"Maybe we could get Kelly and the four of you could have a little party." There was a mischievous grin on my face.

"I'll sit between the two boys and play with their little peepees while the two studs are taking turns fucking you and Kelly. That way they'll be in the proper mood when it's clean up time." Elvira was grinning.

Tonya burst out laughing. "All right, I'm going to see both Kelly and Antoine this afternoon. I'll ask them."

I glanced at Kirby. There was a huge grin on his face. I smiled at him. "I guess I am going to have to put a little dinner party together, but don't think you're going to be the guest of honor."

Elvira laughed. "No, Cookie's going to get his first experience as a slave."

Kirby took a deep breath.

Tonya put her arms around his waist and looked into his eyes. "Does that excite you sweetheart? Would you like to be a slave for my lover and me?"

Slowly nodding his head, Kirby quietly answered; "Yes, I think I would."

Tonya smiled and then she let go of Kirby's waist, possessively took hold of his arm and turned to Elvira and me. "Before we can have any dinner parties, we're going to have to figure out what to do about this store."

Kirby sighed. "Yes, it certainly puts a damper on our social life." He chuckled. "Before I met all of you it was never a problem. I didn't have a social life."

Tonya squeezed his arm. "Well now you have a very exciting one."

"And no time to enjoy it." Kirby shook his head.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we'll find a solution."

"Hey! I hate to break up this party, but look at the time." Elvira pointed at the clock on the wall.

All of us looked. It was 9:15.

"Kelly called me this morning and told me that I was to make sure that Timmy left to go to the grocery store by 9:30."

I turned to Elvira. "Kelly called you this morning?"

"Yes, just before I left my house."

"I'm surprised that she was up and how did she get your telephone number?"

"I gave it to her last night at the Goldenrod Supper Club. Mandy wants to be sure that this luncheon with her father today goes smoothly." Tonya smiled. "I'm sure Mandy called Kelly and got her out of bed and I'm also guessing that she's already over at your house, dusting and vacuuming."

I laughed. "These days Mandy's using our vacuum cleaner more often than I am."

Elvira patted my butt. "Timmy, it's time for you to go. The three of us can cover the store for the rest of the morning."

"All right." I looked at Kirby. "I wish you could be there buddy. I'll send some quiche and salad back with Tonya and Elvira.'

He smiled. "Thanks Timmy, I'd like that."

I turned to leave, but when I got to the door I stopped and turned around again. "Tonya, Kelly told me that there was a big meeting at the Goldenrod last night. Martin, John and Wendell were all there. She said they were making some changes in the hostess section. What happened?"

Tony looked at Elvira and Kirby for a moment and then she said, "Everything is still in the discussion stage, nothing has been finalized yet. Last night they just gave us a brief overview of what might be happening."

"Are they going to hire more hostesses?"

Tonya shook her head. "No, I think their plans have more to do with trying to make the department run a little more efficiently. Kelly and I will let you know the moment we hear about any formal changes."

"Thanks Tonya." I turned to leave.

As I opened the door, Tonya said; "Timmy I did learn that you're getting your new car tomorrow."

I stopped and turned again.

Kirby was grinning. "I hope you're getting one of those big Lincolns."

Tonya shook her head. "Nope, he's getting exactly what he asked for, a very nice Ford Escape."

"Thanks Tonnie, I'm excited." 

I waved at my three friends and then I quickly left the store. I was suddenly feeling a sense of urgency. I had just over two hours to put together a luncheon, a luncheon that was extremely important to another very good friend.

On my way home I had to make a stop to buy groceries. I was very efficient and the checkout line was short so I managed to get in and out of the store in less than twenty minutes. It was just ten o'clock when I pulled into our garage. Kelly's Mercedes was parked in her stall. Mandy's Jaguar and a late model Chevy Malibu were parked in front of the house. I only had two bags of groceries so I was able to carry everything into the house in one trip.

Mandy walked into the kitchen as I was unpacking the bags. Her long brown hair was tied back in a casual ponytail. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans, a lace trimmed pink tee shirt and a pair of open toed ankle strap sandals. I couldn't help noticing that her fingernails and toenails were both painted a matching shade of magenta.

"Hi Timmy, thank you so much for agreeing to put together this lunch. It really is important to me. I so badly want to see my mom and dad get back together."

I smiled at her. "I'm glad I can help. I just hope we're successful."

Mandy sighed. "I hope we are too."

"Where's your dad? I assume that's his Malibu parked behind your Jaguar."

"He's in the den with Kelly. She's showing him some cuckold websites on your computer. She'll bring him in here when they're done."

"Mandy I know you want me to talk to your dad about our lifestyle, but I'm not exactly sure how to get started. I mean, you and I are about the same age. Your dad could be my dad."

Mandy smiled. "I know, that's why he's with Kelly right now. She'll get him ready. Face it Timmy, there's not a man alive who wouldn't want to talk about sex with your wife. When she brings him in here she'll get the conversation started. All you'll have to do is be honest and tell the truth."

"I can do that."

Mandy was quiet for a moment and then she very hesitantly said, "Except for one thing Timmy."

I looked at her. "What's that?"

"Remember that I told you that my dad doesn't know the truth about my job at JTandR."

"Yes, because you're afraid that he might do something that could cause problems for the firm."

"That's right, so Timmy my dad thinks that Kelly, Keisha, Tonya and I all work for the same escort agency."

"I see, so I'm going to have to be prepared to answer questions about how I feel about my wife meeting businessmen in hotels for sex." I smiled at her. "I don't think that should be too difficult. Kelly entertained a man at the Calvert Hotel last night. I won't have to actually lie, all I'll have to do is leave out a few details."

"Thank you Timmy."

"Mandy the last thing I want to do is create problems for JTandR. Right now they're just as important for Kelly and me as they are for you."

"Our lives are pretty good right now, aren't they."

"Yes they certainly are."

Mandy kissed my cheek and then she said, "What can I do to help you with the lunch?"

"Want to help me make the pie crusts?"

"Pie crust! Timmy, I can't even boil water." Mandy was staring at me with an incredulous expression."

Grinning at her, I said; "Then it's a good thing that we don't have to boil water to make pie crust."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Timmy, be serious."

"I am being serious. Come on, you can roll out the dough."

"Really? I mean, do you actually think I can do that?"

I laughed. "Yes I do."

I spent the next few minutes showing Mandy how to make a pie crust. I'm not certain which of us enjoyed it more. Mandy has an intense desire to learn how to cook and I have to admit that I love the opportunity to demonstrate my skill in the kitchen. 

Mandy was rolling out the dough and I was pressing it into the pie pans when Kelly walked into the kitchen. A middle aged man was a step behind her.

He was a good looking man, not muscular and ruggedly handsome; but lean and graceful, a dancer rather than a linebacker. His fine facial features were more feminine than masculine and his neatly pressed plaid sport shirt, sharply creased khaki slacks and highly polished Italian loafers suggested a fastidious concern about his appearance.

The moment she saw him Mandy smiled. "Hi daddy, I'm making pie crust."

The man laughed. "This is the first time I've ever seen either you or your mother attempt to make anything more challenging than a peanut butter sandwich."

Mandy stepped over to me and grabbed my arm. "Timmy's teaching me." Then, pulling me towards her father, she said; "Daddy, this is Kelly's husband and my good friend, Timothy Jamieson. Timmy, this is my daddy; David Wells."

He stepped towards me with his had extended. "Tim it's a pleasure to meet you."

I took his hand and gently shook it. Neither of us seemed to be into powerful handshakes. "Mr. Wells, it's a pleasure to meet you too. Please call me Timmy."

He smiled. "Only if you'll call me Dave."

I gave him a slight nod.

Next to me, Mandy asked her father; "Did Kelly show you the web sites?"

Dave's smile vanished. He nervously looked down at the floor and quietly answered, "Yes she did." Clearly the subject of cuckolding was stressful for him.

Kelly slipped her arm around his arm and held it tightly. My wife excelled at making men, especially middle aged men like David Wells, feel comfortable. In a very soothing voice Kelly said; "Davy it's okay, Timmy knows everything and he's not going to judge you. He would never judge you. Besides, Timmy is a cuckold too. Just last night I met a man at the Calvert Hotel for sex and Timmy knew all about it."

Dave looked at me. "Doesn't that bother you?"

As you may have gathered from my earlier conversation with Tonya, Kirby and Elvira; I viewed that as a very complicated question. This however, was not the time for complexity. If Dave Wells and I became friends that discussion might come later, but at this moment I knew that a clear and definite answer was required.

I looked directly into his eyes and shook my head. "No, it doesn't bother me at all."

"It doesn't?" There was a tone of skepticism in his voice.

"No it doesn't. Dave my wife loves sex. It's a passionate hobby for her just like playing golf, making quilts, restoring antique cars or playing bridge are passionate hobbies for people. To Kelly, sex can be an expression of love, but it doesn't have to be. For her it can also be nothing more than an exciting pastime.

Dave shook his head. "No, that can't be true. Women don't view sex that way."

Kelly playfully poked him in the ribs. "And what great oracle told you that?"

He shrugged. "Everyone knows that. It's conventional wisdom."

Kelly looked at him. "Whose conventional wisdom?"

"I don't know, everyone's."

"It's not mine and I don't think your wife believes that either."

"You're telling me that you can go to bed with a man and not feel any emotional attachment to him at all." Dave was staring at my wife.

Boldly locking eyes with him, Kelly answered; "That's right and I'm quite certain that both your daughter and your ex wife feel exactly the same way."

Dave glanced at Mandy. She smiled and said, "She's right daddy."

"But at work all the guys say that if a wife is playing around with other men she can't possibly still love her husband."

Kelly smiled. "And why would you accept their narrow viewpoint as the truth?"

"It makes sense."

"Does it?" Kelly gestured towards me. "Do you see that man over there." 

Dave nodded.

"Timmy is the center of my universe. The sun in my world rises and sets on him. Davy, I'm an escort. I date men professionally. I also date men socially, just for fun. I even have a boyfriend. During the past week that boyfriend has had dinner in this house on two evenings. Timmy prepared and served the dinner both times. My boyfriend is a very nice man and he's outstanding in bed, but to me he's nothing more than a friend with benefits and that's all he'll ever be. He knows that and he accepts it because he understands that I only love one man and that man is Timothy Jamieson. Timmy is the only man I'll ever love."

Dave looked at me. "Did you really make dinner for her boyfriend?"

"Yes I did. One night it was a party. Mandy was here too. There were eight of us so I made a simple dinner. I served a lasagna, salad and garlic bread. The other night it was just Kelly and her boyfriend so I was able to be a little more lavish. I made a standing rib roast."

"It was wonderful. Chris, that's my boyfriend, and I both ate too much. We actually had to sit in the living room and relax for a little while before we felt like moving into the bedroom to fuck."

Dave stared at me. "And it didn't bother you when this other man went into your bedroom with your wife?"

I shook my head. "No, it didn't. Chris is very good in bed. Kelly enjoys him. That makes me happy."

"Davy, Timmy is a cuckold. It excites him when I'm with another man. This is what those web sites I showed you are all about."

Dave took a long slow breath. After a moment he quietly said, "This is all very confusing."

Mandy took his arm. "Daddy, those cuckold web sites are extremely popular. There are lots of men in this world just like Timmy."

"The guys at work would never believe it."

Kelly took his other arm. "Davy honey, I think it's much more likely that some of those guys at work would never admit it."

Dave turned to Kelly. "Does Timmy ever get to watch? You know, when you're with another guy?"

Kelly, Mandy and I smiled. All three of us understood the importance of Dave's question.

I started to answer. "Just in the last..."

Kelly held up her hand. "Timmy honey, let me answer this."

I nodded. Kelly had been doing a very good job. I was more than happy to defer to her.

"Davy, most men are extremely reluctant to let another man watch them while they're engaged in sex. A man has to be very confident about his prowess in bed before he's willing to allow another man into the room."

"But I've seen lots of pictures and movies of my wife and her lovers."

"That's true, but those men didn't know they were being photographed or filmed."

"All right, I'll grant you that; but I've also seen pictures and films of Veronica having sex with several men at the same time. They had to be watching each other."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, but I think that may be easier for some guys. When one man is just watching it's easy for the other man to feel like the observer is sitting in judgment. When both men are participating, they each have to lay it on the line and show what they've got."

Dave nodded and then he turned to me. "Timmy that brings up another issue. When you make love to Kelly aren't you worried that she's comparing you to all of her other lovers?"

"Davy, Timmy doesn't have to..."

Now it was my turn to hold up my hand. "Kelly, I'd like to answer this one."

Kelly smiled. "All right Babydoll."

"Dave I have a small penis and I tend to cum quickly. I'm not exactly what you'd call a studly cocksman."

Dave slowly nodded. Kelly and Mandy both smiled at me.

"Kelly didn't marry me because of my prowess in bed. She married me because she enjoys spending time with me."

"Davy honey, there are hundreds of guys who can ring my bell with their big cocks, but I've never met anyone who's company I enjoy more than Timmy's." Kelly paused for a moment and then she said; "And don't let Timmy sell himself short. He happens to be a wonderful lover. He's my favorite lover." 

She smiled. "No he's not a studly cocksman, but he is a kind, caring and gentle lover. He also happens to be an absolute artist with his tongue and I'm quite certain that he's the most imaginative sex partner I'll ever have. "

Kelly and Mandy both winked at me. I wiggled my eyebrows at them. David was listening to Kelly so intently that he didn't notice.

Turning back to David, Kelly continued; "If we were taking about ice cream, Timmy would without a doubt be my favorite flavor; but I happen to enjoy a little variety and there are hundreds of different flavors of ice cream out there. I will admit that I like some flavors better than others. Mandy and Timmy can both tell you that I occasionally appreciate a big cock."




Courtesan Ch. 33



Giggling, Mandy said; "Don't we all"

I poked her in the side and whispered; "Shhhh."

Mandy put her fingers over lips and said, "Oops."

Fortunately David was still so focused on what Kelly was saying that he again didn't notice us.

Ignoring Mandy and me, Kelly kept talking to David. "But size really isn't the issue. A clumsy, self centered oaf with a big cock is a bore. I would much rather have a man with a small cock and a big imagination. I want a man who not only cares about pleasing himself, but is also concerned about pleasing me."

"Daddy, when Kelly is with a man, any man, she's able to focus all of her attention on pleasing him. She's known for it. It's one of the reasons that she's such a good escort. What she's trying to tell you is that when she's with a lover for fun rather than business, she wants a man who gives her the same consideration."

Kelly smiled. "I also happen to be madly in love with Timmy and that makes the sex with him even better."

David looked at my wife. "I thought you just told me that sex and love were separate entities. That you could easily enjoy sex without the entanglement of love."

"I did, and I meant what I said. Sex and love are not synonymous. I can have wonderful sex with a man without any emotional attachments at all; but Davy honey, love makes everything better. The Kennsington Grill is my favorite restaurant and you appear to be a very interesting man. I'm sure that we could have a wonderful evening having dinner there, but it would never be as much fun for me as having dinner there with Timmy,"

"So why would you ever want to have dinner there with anyone else?"

"Because having dinner at the Kennsington with you would still be fun and it would be different. Variety makes life interesting. "

"But what about Timmy? If you and I are having dinner together, then Timmy isn't getting to be with you."

"David, if your ex wife had been playing bridge two nights a week, would you have divorced her?"

"Well no, but..."

Kelly smiled. "Most married couples occasionally spend evenings apart."

"That is true. " David was silent for a moment and then shaking his head, he said; "I'd feel like I was always competing with those other guys. I'd be constantly afraid that I was going to lose Veronica."

Mandy took her father's hand and held it. Looking into his eyes, she said; "Daddy, you've been separated for eight years. During that time mom's never even had a steady boyfriend. She's made it very clear that you're the only man she'll ever love. If you were going to lose her to another man it would have happened a long time ago."

"But she dates men that are tall and incredibly handsome. Some of those men have to be fabulous lovers."

Kelly took his other hand. "I'm sure they are, but she loves you. That puts you in a special category. None of those men will ever be able to compete with you."

"Daddy, mom loves you."

David Wells stared at the floor, after a moment he turned to Mandy. There was a tear running down his cheek. "I miss your mother so much."

"She misses you too daddy."

"Would you lose your respect for me if I agreed to let her have her men friends?"

"No daddy, not at all. In fact I would see it as the action of a very confident man."

"Do you think she'd take me back?"

Mandy grinned at him. "In a second."

"You told me that she's coming to lunch today."

"Yes, my friend Keisha is bringing her."

Dave turned to Kelly. "Is it possible that you might be able to create an opportunity for me to be alone with Veronica for a few minutes?"

"That's the reason we invited both of you to lunch."

All four of us smiled at each other and then Kelly, once again exhibiting her highly polished social skills, tugged on Dave's arm. "Come on Davy, let's sit down at the kitchen table and watch Timmy and Mandy finish making lunch."

As Dave sat down he casually asked Kelly, "Don't you help with the cooking?"

Mandy and I stopped what we were doing and looked at her father. I don't think any of us had anticipated the possibility that we might have to discuss this aspect of our relationship. That was of course naive.

Kelly started to answer. "Timmy and I have each assumed defined roles in our..."

"Ms. Mason, I think I'd better try to answer this one."

Kelly noted Mandy's use of her formal name and nodded. "Very well nymph."

Dave looked at Mandy with a puzzled expression. "Mandy what's going on here? Why did you just call Kelly Ms. Mason and why did she just call you nymph?"

"Daddy please just listen, I'll explain everything." Mandy paused for a moment and then she took a deep breath. "A few minutes ago Kelly promised that she and Timmy wouldn't judge you. Now I'm asking you to not judge us."

"Mandy you're making me nervous." Dave was clearly agitated.

Kelly gently touched his hand and in a very soothing voice said, "Just listen to her Davy. You'll understand, in fact I suspect that you're going to understand very very well."

"Daddy, I'm a submissive, a slave."

Dave stared at Mandy in amazement.

"I don't know why, I just am. I discovered my submissive nature while I was living in Las Vegas. Timmy is a submissive too. He is Kelly's husband and they love each other very much, but he also lives as her slave."

Dave looked at me. I wasn't quite sure what I should do so I just shrugged and smiled.

"Kelly is a dominant. That's why I called her Ms. Mason. She called me nymph because that's my slave name."

Still gently stroking Dave's hand, Kelly said; "Timmy and Mandy will be serving our lunch today."

"Sometimes when Kelly and the other dominants are entertaining, Timmy and I have to eat in the kitchen; but that's only when we're having sex parties. All of us are good friends so generally we all sit at the table together."

Kelly nodded. "Today they'll be eating lunch with us at the table."

Dave took a long slow breath and then he looked down at the floor. He didn't say anything, he just rubbed his brow and stared at his shoes.

I started to worry that we'd gone too far too quickly. I could see that Mandy and Kelly shared the same concern.

Mandy quietly said; "Daddy I'm sorry if this is upsetting for you, but this is now a big part of my life and I wanted you to know about it."

Dave chuckled and then he looked up at Mandy and smiled at her. "It's okay, I'm not upset." He shook his head. "Sometimes it's hard for me to believe that you're not really my biological daughter."

Looking at him with a puzzled expression, Mandy asked; "What do you mean?"

"Mandy honey ever since I was a teenager I've had submissive fantasies. I'd believe that you inherited those feelings from me, but of course we both know that's not possible."

"Does mom know about this?"

Dave shook his head. "We've never discussed it, but I think she sensed it from the beginning. It was certainly reflected in our love making. I became quite skilled at orally pleasuring her." 

He thought for a moment and then he said, "I've often wondered if my submissive disposition wasn't one of the factors that caused her to seek out other lovers. I understand that most women prefer men who are assertive and demanding in bed."

Kelly patted his hand. "I think it's more likely that your wife shares the same view as me and some of Mandy's other friends. We enjoy a variety of men. Timmy is a wonderful lover. Like you, he's also very skilled at pleasuring a woman with his tongue. I always relish the time we spend making love, but I have to admit that a man with a more aggressive style and a big cock is an undeniable thrill."

Dave laughed. "Mandy your friend certainly has a refreshingly open attitude about sex."

"Wait until you meet Keisha and Tonya." Mandy was giggling.

"Davy, would you like to get down on your knees and kiss my toes." Kelly had crossed her legs. One of her sandals dangled enticingly from her big toe."

Dave looked at my wife's foot and took a slow breath. It was obvious that he was excited. "I ah, I don't know." And then in a barely audible voice, he said; "Yes, but my daughter is here."

All of us immediately understood his reticence. 

Diplomatically Mandy said, "I think I'll go into the dining room and set the table."

As soon as Mandy was out of the room Dave turned to me. In a very nervous voice he asked, "Timmy are you sure this is all right with you?"

"Yes Dave, it is." I paused for a moment and then I added; "But I'm not only a cuckold, I'm also a submissive masochist. It might be even more fun for me if I didn't feel like it was okay." 

Both Kelly and I grinned at him.

Dave stared at us for a moment and then he started to chuckle. "I have never met two people who are as open about their sexual inclinations as the two of you appear to be."

Still smiling, Kelly shrugged and said; "Davy, we're all pervs, each and every one of us. It's just that Timmy, Mandy and I and some of our friends, the people you're going to meet at lunch today, are a little freer about admitting it." 

Kelly thought for a moment and then she added, "We also understand that other people's fantasies aren't necessarily wrong just because they might be different from our own."

That brought a grin to Dave's face.

Kelly wiggled her toes. "Are you ready to get down on your knees and kiss my feet."

"Will you think I'm a pervert?"

Vigorously nodding her head, Kelly said; "Absolutely, and that will just add to your charm."

Dave laughed.

Suddenly the front door bell rang. We heard Mandy hurry across the living room. 

A moment later we heard Tonya's voice. "Hi Mandy, where is everybody?" 

"Kelly, Timmy and my dad are in the kitchen. I think Kelly is making my dad kiss her feet."

"Come on Ellie, we have to see this. Mandy, your mom is riding with Keisha. They were pulling up to the curb while we were ringing the doorbell. Antoine was right behind them. "

The kitchen door swung open. Tonya swept in followed by Elvira. They were both grinning. As soon as Tonya saw that David was standing up she frowned. "Damn, I was hoping to walk in on a really kinky scene."

I walked over to Tonya and Ellie. Taking both of them by the arm, I turned to David. "Dave, these are our very good friends Tonya Lewis and Elvira Higgins. Tonya and Ellie, this is Mandy's father, David Wells."

David gave each of them a smile and a slight nod of his head. "Tonya, Elvira; I'm honored to meet both of you."

Tonya extended her hand. As Mandy's father took it she said; "Dave, Mandy has told us so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

After a very brief handshake Dave turned to Elvira and took her extended hand. 

Elvira smiled. "It's nice to meet you David. Please call me Ellie."

As they shook hands, David said; "Thank you Ellie, please call me Dave."

Kelly stood up. Shaking her head, she said; "No Davy, Ellie is a dominant. In this house, even in the kitchen, you will be known as Davy and if this luncheon goes according to plan you will soon be addressing Ellie as Ms. Higgins."

David let go of Elvira's hand and took a deep breath.

Tonya turned to Kelly with raised eyebrows. "When we came in nymph told us that her father was in here kissing your feet. Is it true? Do we have a new submissive?"

Kelly smiled. "We'll have to see how the lunch turns out, but I think it's very likely. Davy has certainly expressed the inclination."

Tonya and Elvira's eyes shifted back to David. It seemed as if they were both now looking at him in a different light. After appraising him for a moment, Tonya said; "This is very exciting. I hope that Mandy's mother will allow us to participate in his training."

Kelly was about to say something, but she was interrupted. The doorbell was ringing again.



Courtesan Ch. 34



This is the thirty-fourth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.





We all listened as Mandy opened the front door. After a moment we heard Keisha's voice. "Hi Mandy, thank you for letting me pick up your mother. She is an absolutely delightful woman."

"Keisha, you're quite a bit of fun yourself. Mandy I can't wait to meet the rest of your friends." That of course had to be Mandy's mother.

There was a pause and then in a quieter voice Mandy's mother asked, "Is your father here?"

"Yes mom, he is. He's in the kitchen."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, I think that Tonnie, Ellie and I should go into the living room and greet Mandy's mother."

The quiches were in the oven. I was busily working on the spinach salad. I glanced over my shoulder at Kelly ."Good, if it's all right with you I'm going to stay in here and finish making the lunch."

After nodding to me in agreement Kelly turned to David. "Davy why don't you stay here with Timmy. I'm sure he could use a hand. That will also give the rest of us an opportunity to get acquainted with your ex wife." 

"That's a good idea." 

I thought I detected a note of relief in Dave's voice. That didn't surprise me. He had to be very anxious about the impending meeting with his ex wife.

As Kelly turned to leave I called to her. "Kelly I made several pitchers of iced tea. I'll have Dave prepare a tray of glasses. If you send Mandy in here in a few minutes she can serve them."

Kelly nodded. "Thank you Timmy, I'll send her in."

As soon as Kelly, Tonya and Elvira left the kitchen I turned to Dave. "The pitchers of iced tea are in the refrigerator. The glasses are in the cupboard above the sink. You'll find plenty of ice in the freezer. You can use the silver tray on the shelf next to the kitchen table." I sensed that the previous few minutes had to have been emotionally draining for Dave and there was more to come. I was guessing that he might appreciate a brief opportunity to focus all of his attention on a simple task. 

He smiled at me. "I'll take care of it Timmy."

For the next few minutes we worked together in tranquil silence. I'd guessed correctly. 

Our moment of serenity was finally broken by Mandy's return. We both turned when we heard the door open and we smiled at her as she stepped into the kitchen. 

After grinning at both of us she walked over to her father and kissed his cheek. "How are you doing Daddy? Are things moving too quickly for you?"

He shook his head. "No I'm all right." Nodding towards me, he added; "Timmy is a calming influence."

Mandy flashed me a quick smile and then she looked back at her dad. "Mom likes my friends."

"That doesn't surprise me. I would imagine that she finds their open attitude about sex extremely appealing."

"Daddy, they're also very nice people."

"Yes sweetheart, they are." Dave paused for a moment and then he said, "I have to admit that I also find their open attitude about sex refreshing."

"Really?"

"Yes, most of the people I've known in my life are uptight and rigid. Everything is either right or wrong. There's never any tolerance for alternative life styles."

"Daddy, it's hard for me to believe that you just said that."

"Mandy honey, I'm madly in love with a nymphomaniac and my daughter is a professional escort. I think it's about time that I start learning to be a little more relaxed about what I consider to be acceptable standards of moral behavior. You're absolutely correct, your friends are very good people. Even though I've only been around them for a short time, it's obvious to me that Kelly and Timmy are deeply in love with each other." He shook his head. "Their lifestyle doesn't seem to be harming anybody."

"Do you think you might be able to live with mom even if she keeps seeing other men?"

Dave closed his eyes and took a long slow breath. "I'm not sure sweetheart, but I am certain about one thing."

"What's that daddy?"

"I want to try. Mandy I miss your mother so much."

"I know daddy and she misses you just as much."

"Do you really think so? I'm afraid that she won't take me back."

Mandy shook her head. "No daddy, you don't have to worry about that. Every time I talk to her she tells me how much she misses you."

They smiled at each other for a moment and then Dave picked up the tray of glasses. "I guess we'd better get this iced tea out to the people in the living room.

Just before lunch was served Kelly slipped into the kitchen with Veronica Wells. The three of us were alone. Dave and Mandy were in the dining room filling glasses with ice water.

One glance was all it took to dispel any doubts that Veronica was Mandy's mother. Like Mandy, Veronica was a petite brunette with a trim athletic figure. Her soft features gave her a youthful, almost pixie like appearance. The tiny lines around the corners of her mouth and her eyes were the only indications that this beautiful woman might actually be fifty years old.

"Ronnie, I want you to meet my husband, Timothy Jamieson. Timmy, this is Mandy's mother, Veronica Wells."

Veronica extended her hand. "Timmy, Mandy has told me so many wonderful things about both you and Kelly. It's a pleasure to finally get to meet you."

I shook her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you too Veronica."

As she released my hand Veronica said, "I want to thank you for putting together this luncheon today. Mandy seems to think that it might actually help Dave accept my lifestyle. I'm skeptical, but if it turns out to be successful I'll be eternally grateful to both of you."

I smiled at her. "Mandy is a very good friend. Kelly and I are eager to do anything we can to help her."

"She's lucky to have friends like the two of you."

Kelly tugged on Veronica's wrist. "Ronnie, we'd better leave Timmy alone so that he can finish getting our lunch ready."

Veronica nodded. "Yes of course." She looked at me. "Timmy thank you again for everything you're doing."

"You're welcome Veronica."

As they were leaving the kitchen Veronica leaned over to Kelly and whispered. "He really is your slave."

"Yes he is."

"That is so exciting."

As they disappeared through the kitchen door I slowly nodded my head and whispered to myself, "Yes it certainly is."

The lunch was a great success. Everyone loved both the quiche and the spinach salad. Antoine and Dave each had two slices of the quiche. 

I'd used the time while Dave and Mandy were serving the iced tea and setting the food on the table to quickly whip up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. I baked them while we were eating lunch and served them hot from the oven for dessert. It's needless to say that they were a big hit. 

During lunch the conversation had been deliberately restricted to topics of minor significance. As everyone was finishing their coffee and cookies the mood at the table changed. All of us were well aware that we were eating lunch together for a purpose and the time had come to address that purpose.

As the hostess, Kelly opened the discussion. "I believe that everyone understands that we're here today for a specific purpose. Before we direct our attention to that matter I wish to take a moment to express my thanks to our slaves; Timmy and Mandy and their assistant, Davy for putting together that delicious lunch."

Everyone murmured their agreement. Mandy and I both responded with a polite bow. It was the appropriate way for a slave to acknowledge praise from a superior.

I glanced at Dave. He was staring at the floor. His face was a deep shade of crimson. It was apparent that he hadn't yet come to terms with his position as a submissive. Everyone, including Veronica, courteously ignored his obvious discomfort.

Kelly quickly turned to Veronica. "The reason all of us are here today is to express our support for a marriage in which one or both of the partners are free to enjoy the physical pleasure of sex with a variety of other playmates, while still remaining totally devoted to that one most important person in their lives."

Veronica smiled. "That's an interesting way to put that."

Tonya took a sip of her coffee. As she set down her cup, she said, "We think it's an apt description of what could be the perfect marriage for many people."

"Actually I agree with you." Veronica smiled.

Turning to Dave, Tonya said; "Sweetheart, sex can be a beautiful expression of love between two people who are completely devoted to each other, but it doesn't have to be. It can also be nothing more than a very exciting pastime like golf or bowling."

Dave nodded. "Yes, I understand. Timmy did a very good job of explaining that to me while we were in the kitchen."

Tonya smiled. "That doesn't surprise me. This morning I heard him explain the same concept to my new boyfriend."

Dave raised his eyebrows. "Really? Did your new boyfriend accept that explanation?"

"Yes he did, but that was largely because he was already very familiar with my marriage." It was Elvira. Everyone turned and looked at her.

Elvira stared at Dave. "My Max and I were married for fifty-one wonderful years. He was the love of my life, but during every one of those fifty-one years I openly partied with other men. Fortunately my Max was just like Timmy. He was a confident man who understood that the games I played with other men had nothing to do with my love for him."

Dave met Elvira's stare. "You say that you loved Max; but still, you cheated on him during the entire time you were married."

The tension at the table suddenly intensified. Everyone's eyes were focused on Dave and Elvira. On either side of me Tonya and Kelly leaned forward preparing to intervene. I gently grasped both of their wrists and subtly shook my head. I knew Elvira and I thought I knew Dave. I was reasonably confident that they would be able to work this out.

Elvira shook her head. "I never cheated on him, not one time. When I was partying with another man, Max always knew about it."

"If you were sharing your love with other men, then you were cheating Max out of his due."

"Love had nothing to do with it. Those other men were playmates and that's all they ever were. Max always understood that." Elvira closed her eyes. She was silent for a moment and then she took a deep breath and said, "And I did love him. I loved him more than life itself. When he died I was so devastated that I fell into a deep depression that lasted for over six months. I wanted to follow Max to the grave and I was on the verge of doing exactly that when Tonya's new boyfriend miraculously intervened in my life and forced me back to reality. That wonderful man held me in his arms and spoon fed me soup for two weeks before I was finally willing to eat on my own."

Slowly nodding his head, Dave quietly said; "I'm sorry, I had no business doubting your love."

Elvira smiled at him. "Davy, it's okay. Love and sex are two very confusing concepts."

Dave Smiled back at her. "Yes, they most certainly are."

There was a moment of silence at the table. Finally Kelly turned to Keisha and said, "Keish, tell us why you're here today?"

Keisha thought for a second and then she flashed a wry smile at us. "Because I heard that Timmy was making lunch and you'd have to be a complete fool to pass up a meal prepared by Timothy Jamieson."

Everyone laughed. 

Next to her Antoine quietly said, "That's not the real reason your here."

All of us looked at Antoine. He kept his eyes focused on Keisha. She stared back at him with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Keish you have a magnificent sense of humor, but you frequently use it to mask your true feelings. People who don't know you very well often mistake you for a witless bimbo." He smiled. "I do know you and I understand that underneath the facade is a very bright woman who is unwaveringly loyal to her friends and totally trustworthy."

Suddenly none of us, especially Keisha, had any desire to move or speak. Our collective attention was completely fixed on Antoine.

"Keisha, I know exactly why you're here and it has very little to do with Timmy's wonderful lunch. Even if they were serving dog food, you still would have come here today. Nothing could have kept you away. Mandy is your friend and you knew that she needed your help. That was all you needed to know. That devotion to your friends is one of the myriad of reasons that I'm madly in love with you."

Keisha stared at Antoine in shock. "Toine, what are you saying to me?"

He stared back at her. "I'm telling you that I love you."

He shook his head and held up his hand. "Don't worry, I understand that you may not yet be ready for a serious relationship, but when you are I want you to know that I'll be there waiting for you."

Antoine turned to Dave. "I don't have even the smallest expectation that Keisha will ever be able to remain faithful to me." He shrugged. "I'm quite certain that I'll never be able to be faithful to her either. I don't think it's necessary. I know Keisha and I'm completely convinced that if she decides to commit herself to me, that commitment will be total and everlasting; just like the commitment that Ellie made to Max."

Keisha was still staring at Antoine. He noticed and smiled at her. "Did I just scare you?"

She shook her head. "No, but I need a little clarification."

"Okay."

"You just told me that you love me?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"You mean like you really love me or like we both love Timmy, Kelly, Tonnie and Mandy."

Antoine smiled. "Well I love you that way too, but I was trying to explain that you're special to me. I think you're the love of my life just like Max was the love of Ellie's life and I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you." He shrugged. "I guess I didn't do a very good job of explaining it."

Keisha giggled. "No, you did a wonderful job." Her face shifted to a more serious expression. "Did you just ask me to marry you?"

"Yes I did. I hope that it won't put a damper on our friendship."

"Would it be all right if I said yes?"

Antoine stared at her. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"If it's with you, you can't possibly imagine how ready I am."

Antoine grinned at all of us. "Well it looks like we're going to need one less bedroom in that new house."

He stood up. "Keisha my dear I think it's time for us to find a place for a very private conversation."

Giggling as she stood up, Keisha said; "Does having a private conversation include an opportunity to suck your great big dick?"

"Do I get to lick your pussy first?"

Keisha put her arm around Antoine's waist and grinned at the tall slender man. "I think we both have the skills necessary to carry out some very serious oral negotiations."

Everyone started laughing. I stood up so that I could walk my friends to the front door.

Antoine held up his hand to stop me. "Timmy, please stay seated."

He looked at all of us. "Two weeks ago I'd never even imagined myself being married. Then I met Timmy and I witnessed the incredible love that he shares with Kelly. I was immediately envious. I'm not a submissive and I don't have any interest in being Keisha's slave. That's not the part of Timmy and Kelly's relationship that interests me. It's their incredible friendship and unwavering devotion to each other that I covet.

He shook his head. "I spent a week trying to understand what was so special about their marriage. Last Friday while I was driving home from a party at Kelly and Timmy's I finally figured out the answer. They're best friends."

He laughed."Marrying your best friend, what a revolutionary concept. Mandy, Tonnie, Kelly; I love all three of you dearly, but Keish has always been special to me and I think I've always been special to her. Maybe it's because we're both black, but I don't think that's the reason. I think we're kindred spirits. Keisha seems to understand my moods. When I'm down she always knows the exact words that will make me feel better and when I'm happy; well, there isn't anyone who understands happiness more than Keisha."

Antoine looked at David. "Dave, I don't know if you should get back together with your wife. You're the only person who can answer that question. I will say this to you. If Keisha will agree to marry me I won't be doing it so that I can have exclusive rights to her pussy. I'll be doing it because I want to spend the rest of my life living with her."

Elvira stared at Antoine for a moment and then she looked at Keisha. "Young lady, this is only the second time that we've ever met, but if you have any feelings at all for this wonderful man I suggest you find the closest justice of the peace and marry him before he has a chance to escape.

Keisha smiled at Elvira. "Ellie I had the exact same thought."

Keisha had her arm around Antoine's waist. Antoine had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. He smiled at Kelly and me. "Kelly, Timmy; thank you for the excellent lunch. Timmy your warm chocolate chip cookies were the piece de resistance"

I nodded. "Thanks Toine, I'm glad you enjoyed them."

They turned. As they walked to the front door we heard Antoine say, "When he gets to the wedding Gary is going to be amazed to find out that he's fucked the bride."

Keisha giggled. "He was pretty good too. I might just let him fuck me again during the reception."

"Could I watch?"

"Perv!"

The front door opened and then it closed again and they were gone.

Tonya turned to Kelly. "Well, that was certainly exciting."

Kelly laughed. "Yes it was. Did you see it coming?"

"No, I didn't. I've always known that there was a special affinity between them, but I assumed that was because they were both black. I guess I was wrong." Tonya smiled. "I will say that I'm very happy for them and they seem to compliment each other beautifully."

Kelly nodded. "Yes they do."

There was a pause. After a moment Tonya looked at Veronica, Dave and Mandy."We had lunch together today for a definite purpose. Antoine's proposal has temporarily distracted us from our task. I don't think that was his intention. I'm quite certain that his proposal was done on the spur of the moment. I know Antoine very well. There isn't any doubt in my mind that he's been trying to muster enough courage to propose to Keisha for several days now. I'm sure that he just blurted out that proposal and before he realized it the question had been laid out in front of all of us."

Mandy laughed. "Yes, that would be our Antoine."

All of us chuckled. 

Tonya looked at Veronica and Dave. "I think it's time for you to get back to your task." She stood up and turned to Elvira. "Ellie, we've said our piece. These people don't need us anymore and Kirby does." She smiled at me. "Cookie is still trying to take a complete inventory of his stock. He really is hoping that he can sell everything and get out of debt."

"I hope he's right." I stood up. "Tonnie, I promised him a slice of quiche."

"Yes you did."

"I'll be right back."

I hurried into the kitchen. I put two slices of quiche into a plastic container, a serving of spinach salad into another container and six chocolate chip cookies into a plastic sandwich bag. I placed everything into a brown paper lunch bag and hurried back to the dining room.

Everyone was now standing in the living room. I handed the bag to Tonnie.

She smiled. "Thanks Timmy, Kirby will appreciate this. He really was disappointed that he couldn't be here."




Courtesan Ch. 34



"I know he was, I'm sorry he couldn't be here too. I enjoy his company. I look forward to the day we can prepare a meal together."

"Hey when you do that I get to help." It was Mandy.

"So do I." This time it was Mandy's dad.

Kelly laughed. "On that evening I expect that the entire party will be held in the kitchen."

Tonya nodded. "I'll certainly want to be sitting at the kitchen table watching the show with a glass of Timmy's good red wine in my hand."

Veronica shook her head. "Mandy honey you and your friends definitely know how to have a good time."

Mandy giggled. "Yes mom, we do."

"If Davy and I are able to reconcile, do you think that sometime you might invite us to one of your dinner parties?"

Kelly grinned at Veronica. "You'll have to bring a date, and I'm not talking about Davy."

Veronica took a deep breath. It was obvious that she'd found Kelly's comment exciting. Quickly regaining control, she said; "I think we'd better finish our task for today before we talk about that."

"Yes, and we'll get out of here so that you can do that." Tonya turned to Elvira. "Come on Ellie, let's go give Kirby a hand with the inventory."

As Tonya was shepherding her out the door Elvira looked back over her shoulder. "Bye everyone, Kelly and Timmy that was a wonderful lunch. Thank you so much for inviting me."

I waved. "You're welcome Ellie. I'll see you in the morning."

As soon as the front door was closed Kelly said, "Why don't we all sit down in the living room."

Mandy smiled. "If you don't mind, I think I'll retire to the kitchen and start cleaning up the lunch dishes."

Veronica nodded. "Yes dear, I think that would be an excellent idea."

"Mandy, I'll give you a hand." I started following her to the kitchen.

"Timmy, wait."

I stopped and turned. 

Dave was looking at me. "I would appreciate it if you'd stay and be part of this conversation. I value your opinion and I think I might at times need a little bit of encouragement from you."

I nodded. "Certainly, if you'd like me to be here, I'll be happy to stay."

Kelly sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Timmy why don't you come over here and sit next to me." She pointed at the easy chair on her right and said, "Davy why don't you sit there and Ronnie why don't you sit in the other chair."

As soon as all of us were settled, Kelly said; "Here we are, how shall we begin?"

Veronica took a deep breath and looked at her ex husband. "Davy, over the past several years we've managed to reach a point where we can now have an occasional friendly conversation, but we've never talked about the problems we had."

"You mean your infidelity?" There was an edge to Dave's voice that hadn't been there earlier.

"Yes."

Dave stared at Veronica.

She took a long slow breath and then she said; "Dave, ever since that day you left the letter on our kitchen table and had me served with divorce papers..."

"You deserved that Veronica."

"Yes Dave I did. I won't argue that with you."

Veronica stared at the floor for a moment and then in a very quiet voice she continued. "Ever since that day there are some things that I've wanted to say to you, but I've never had an opportunity.'

"I'm not sure I want to hear them Veronica."

In a very soothing voice Kelly said; "Dave, the men from your office aren't here. It won't cost you anything to listen to her. Let her have her say."

Dave rubbed his brow for a moment and then he took a deep breath and said, "All right, I'll listen."

Veronica closed her eyes. I assumed that she was trying to organize her thoughts. Finally she looked up at Dave and said, "I want to begin by apologizing to you." She shook her head. "I have so much to apologize for that I'm not sure exactly where I should begin. I guess I'll start by saying that I'm sorry that I lied to you. Listening to Elvira today I realize that if I wanted to sleep with other men I should have told you first. Actually I should have told you before we got married. Even then, deep down inside, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to remain faithful to you. Dave I love sex and I love men. The sex with the other men doesn't mean anything to me and the only man who actually does means anything to me is you."

She sighed. "I loved you so much. I was afraid that if I told you the truth you wouldn't marry me. Now I understand that it was wrong not to give you that choice."

Dave didn't say anything. He just stared at his ex wife. 

Veronica was silent again. I noticed a tear running down her cheek. After a few seconds she said; "Dave, I'm sorry that I lied to you, I'm sorry that I cheated on you and I'm sorry that you found out the way you did. I know that must have been devastating for you."

She took a deep breath. "But most of all I'm sorry that Mandy is not your daughter. Since that day you left the letter with the DNA results sitting on our kitchen table I have spent countless nights lying awake wondering how I could have been so stupid, so callous and so thoughtless. I will never understand what prompted me to let other men have me while we were trying to create a child."

Veronica took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes and then she whispered, "I can't expect you to forgive me for being that thoughtless. I can't forgive myself for doing it."

For a minute neither of them spoke. Veronica sat in her chair with her head bowed, her eyes closed, her hands folded in her lap and tears running down her cheeks.

Dave just stared at the floor. 

Finally Dave started to smile and then he looked up at his ex wife. "Veronica."

She didn't respond. She was still crying.

He said her name again. "Veronica."

This time she looked up at him.

He quietly said, "That was your greatest transgression and for a full year after I'd discovered what you'd done I hated you for doing it. For awhile I even hated Mandy. I will forever be ashamed of that."

Veronica buried her face in her hands. It looked like it was taking every bit of self control that she could muster to keep from bursting into tears.

"Veronica, look at me."

Shaking her head; Veronica cried; "No I can't, I'm too ashamed."

"Veronica, please look at me."

She slowly looked up.

Dave was smiling at her. 

She stared at him with a puzzled expression.

Dave whispered, "Listen to me."

Veronica nodded. "Okay."

"About a year after our divorce I finally realized something."

"What was that?"

"Maybe I'm not Mandy's biological father, but she is still my daughter. She is a magnificent person and I wouldn't trade her for any other child in the entire world. Veronica, if you hadn't been impregnated by that other man Mandy would never have been born."

"But Dave I cheated you out of the joy of having your own child."

"No you didn't. I raised Mandy. She's my girl. She calls me daddy and I call her sweetheart. That's all that matters to me."

Veronica slowly nodded. There really wasn't anything that she could say.

"Veronica, you lied to me, cheated on me and hurt me so very badly." He smiled, "But I still love you. I will always love you. The pain you caused me when I found out about the other men pales in comparison to the pain that I now have to endure every single day because were not together anymore."

He stood up, walked over to his wife, kneeled down next to her and smiled. "If Timmy can do it and Max could do it, then so can I. Veronica if I agree to allow you to continue seeing other men, will you take me back?"

Veronica didn't respond. She just stared at Dave in shock.

"You have to promise to never lie to me again."

Still obviously overwhelmed she slowly nodded. "I can do that."

"You can't be out every night. Sometimes I'll want you to stay home with me."

"No, no! I'll be home almost every night, in fact maybe we can decide together when I'm going to go out."

"I think that would be nice."

Veronica closed her eyes and took a deep breath. After a moment she looked at her ex husband and asked; "Dave are you serious?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can you really forgive me for everything I've done to you?"

He laughed. "It beats the hell out of spending the rest of my life without you."

Veronica grinned at him and then she looked at Kelly and me. "Thank you, thank you very very much."

She stood up. "Dave, will you put your arms around me and kiss me?"

"Yes."

Dave stood up. As we watched him wrap his arms around his ex wife's shoulders and give her a long passionate kiss Kelly placed her hand on my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. At the same she whispered, "Timothy Jamieson, I love you so much."

I smiled at my wife. She pressed herself against my shoulder. 

After about a minute Veronica gave her husband a gentle hug, stepped back and slipped her arm around his waist. "So, where do we go from here?"

Kelly smiled at them. "Why don't you sit down again. I think we still have one issue left to explore."

Veronica looked at Kelly with a questioning expression.

"Bear with me. I believe that we would be remiss if we didn't at least broach this topic today. Ronnie, please sit down at the other end of the couch. Davy, stand beside her. Timmy, kneel on the floor next to my feet."

Kelly's instruction caught me be surprise. It took me a second to realize what she was doing, but once I understood I knew exactly how to respond. As I slipped off the couch I quietly said, "Yes Ms. Mason."

Kelly smiled. "Very good Timmy, now massage my feet while I talk with Ms. Wells."

I noticed that Kelly wasn't calling me dicklet. I assumed that she was trying to bring Davy along slowly.

I slipped Kelly's sandals off of her feet and began massaging her toes. This was a simple pleasure that my wife relished. The first time we studied together in her dorm room Kelly had asked me to do it. I was of course eager to indulge her. Kelly was a beautiful girl and being invited to caress her feet was an unbelievable privilege. When I think back on it, that moment probably marks the beginning of our dominant submissive relationship.

Kelly closed her eyes. "Ronnie, this feels so good, Davy why don't you kneel down next to Ms. Wells and massage her feet. I'm sure she would enjoy it too."

Dave didn't move. He just stared at the floor.

"Davy." Kelly's voice was soft and soothing; but also seductive, even hypnotic. "You know you want to do it, in fact you're longing to do it."

I watched Dave. His desire was obvious, but he was blocked by years of conditioning. Men aren't supposed to be submissive. Men are macho and dominant.

"Davy, this is who you are. This is who you want to be. It's okay. All you have to do is kneel on the floor next to Ms. Wells." Kelly was smiling at him.

Dave looked at me. I was gently massaging my wife's feet.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and carefully dropped to his knees.

"Very good Davy. That wasn't so hard was it?"

He slowly shook his head.

"Veronica, lift up your foot. Offer it to your new slave."

Staring down at her kneeling ex husband, Veronica excitedly raised her foot. Her open toed sandal dangled enticingly in front of Dave's eyes. Her toenails, freshly painted a deep shade of crimson beckoned to him."

"You're excited, aren't you Davey." Kelly was whispering.

He didn't respond, he just stared silently at his ex wife's alluring feet."

"Davy I asked you a question. It's not polite to ignore a superior."

Breathlessly he whispered, "Yes, I'm excited."

"That's good. You should be excited." Kelly turned to Veronica. "What's your maiden name?"

"Sanders."

"Davy, serving Ms. Sanders has always been your destiny."

"No Kelly, I don't want that."

Kelly turned and looked at Veronica in surprise. "I'm sorry, I thought..."

"No, I'm not talking about Dave being submissive to me." She looked down at her husband with a gentle smile. "I'm finding that to be just as exciting as you are sweetheart and I'm looking forward to spending many wonderful evenings exploring this new part of our relationship."

Looking back at my wife, she said; "No Kelly, I mean that I don't want him to address me as Ms. Sanders." She smiled. "I know that it's fashionable for independent, strong willed women to keep using their maiden names after they get married, but I choose not to do that. Even after Dave divorced me I kept his name. I partly did it as a signal to him that I was still in love with him and hoped that someday we might be able reconcile our differences and get back together again. I also had another, much bigger reason. When I allowed another man to get me pregnant I feel like I stole something sacred from Dave. There is nothing I can do to change that. I understand exactly what Dave said earlier. Mandy is our girl. We both love her dearly. Neither of us would trade her for any other daughter or son in the entire world. All I can do for Dave is to keep his name forever and hope that Mandy will also keep his name."

She looked down at her husband. "Davy I love you.'

He smiled up at her. "I love you to Ms. Wells.'

She giggled. "I like it when you call me Ms. Wells. It makes my pussy tingle."

Dave gasped.

Veronica extended her foot. "Take my sandal off Davy. Take my sandal off and kiss my toes."

Dave solemnly removed his wife's sandal, carefully set it on the floor and cradled her foot in his hands.

"Do it Davy. I want you to do it and I know you want to do it too. Kiss my foot. I want you to be my slave. Show me that you want that just as much as I do."

Dave bent over. When Veronica felt him press his lips against her toes she whispered a triumphant, "Yessss!"

Dave looked up at her and grinned and then he bent over again and this time began to vigorously kiss and lick his ex wife's foot.

Veronica was wearing a conservative knee length denim skirt. As Dave worshiped her foot she pulled her other foot up onto the couch, spread her thighs apart and raised the hem of her skirt to her waist. She was wearing a white cotton thong. I noticed that the tiny triangle of nearly transparent cloth was already soaking wet. 

She pulled the triangle of cloth aside and exposed the lips of her glistening pussy. "Look at me Davy. Look at my cunt. You've always loved my cunt, haven't you Davy."

"Yes Ms. Wells I have."

"You enjoy licking it, don't you."

"Yes Ms. Wells I do."

"You understand that you're now going to be my cuckold."

I saw Dave's muscles tense. I was suddenly worried that Veronica was pushing him too quickly.

Dave closed his eyes. For a moment I feared that he might stand up and storm out of the room, but then he looked up and stared into his ex wife's eyes. In a barely audible voice, he said; "Yes."

"Yes what Davy?"

"Yes, I'm going to be your cuckold."

Veronica's eyes sparkled in triumph, but she maintained her controlled demeanor. 

"Look at my cunt Davy. Look at the cunt you love so much. Do you promise to worship this cunt with your tongue?"

"Yes Ms. Well's, I do."

"Even after another man has fucked it?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, even after another man has fucked it."

"Davy, let go of my foot."

Dave released Veronica's foot.

She slipped her fingers into the waist band of her panties, pulled off her thong and spread her thighs apart again. "Davy look at my cunt. While you're looking at my cunt I want you to think about all the different men who have fucked me. You've seen lots of pictures and even movies. You know, the ones the detectives took. You still have them, don't you."

"Yes."

"Do you watch them?"

"Yes."

"Do you masturbate while you watch them?"

For a moment Dave was silent and then he quietly said, "Yes."

"Would you like to watch another man fuck me? I mean really be there."

There was another moment of silence and then Dave nodded and said, "Yes, very much."

"I'd like that too. I enjoy sex with other men and that would be a way I could share that pleasure with you. Would you masturbate while you watched?"

Dave looked up at Veronica. "Would I be allowed to do that?"

She nodded. "Yes, in fact I'd like it if you did do that."

"What about the man? Would it be all right with him?"

Veronica nodded. "I have several men friends who I think would be very open to the idea."

Dave took a deep breath. It was obvious that he was very excited.

"Davy those men like to cum inside my pussy. Will you lick me after they do that?"

"Yes."

"Even if their cum is dripping out of my cunt?'

"Yes, even if their cum is dripping out of your cunt."

"Kiss me Davy, kiss my cunt and while you're doing it I want you to think about all of the men who have already fucked me and all of the men who are still going to fuck me."

As Dave leaned forward Veronica grabbed the back of his head, thrust her hips out and giggled with delight as he buried his face in her sopping sex.

For a moment they reveled in their mutual pleasure and then Veronica relaxed her hold on the back of her ex husband's head and gently pushed him away. He looked up at her in disappointment.

Veronica grinned at him. "Davy honey, I think we're wearing out our welcome. I've never been to your townhouse. Will you take me there now."

Dave nodded. "Yes, of course."

Veronica stood up and gently pulled Dave to his feet. Once he was standing she looked at him and said, "Dave in those pictures and films that the detectives took I'm sure you noticed that I can be very adventurous in bed."

Dave nodded. "Yes."

"You saw me doing some things with other men that I never did with you."

"Yes."

"Dave, I'm very sorry about that. You never asked me to do some of those things. I suspect that you would have enjoyed them, but you were too timid to ask."

Dave nodded.

"Some of them you did ask me to do and I still wouldn't do them for you."

"Yes, I know."

Veronica sighed. "Dave during the past few years that has been another one of my great regrets. You're the love of my life and yet I did things for other men that I refused to do for you. I can't forgive myself for that."

She paused for a moment and then she said, "There is kind of an explanation, but I'm not sure it's very satisfactory."

"What is it?"

"There are some things that a woman will only do for a very aggressive man. A man who doesn't ask, but just takes what he wants. Sometimes I enjoy being with men like that. They're very exciting and they can make me do things I wouldn't ordinarily be willing to do."

Shaking his head, Dave said; "I'm not that kind of man."

Veronica smiled. "No sweetheart, you're not; but you are a kind and loving man and I'm deeply in love with you. Tonight at your townhouse I'm going to do everyone of those nasty things for you that I refused to do in the past. After tonight there will be nothing that I have ever done for another man that I haven't done for you."

"Veronica, you don't have to do that."

"Yes I do, and I'm going to do it tonight."

Dave grinned at her. "I guess I'm in for a very exciting evening."

"Yes sweetheart, you certainly are."

Veronica turned to Kelly and me. "I don't know that I'll ever be able to thank the two of you enough for what you did this afternoon."

I shrugged. "I don't know, I just made lunch."

Dave laughed. "No Timmy, you did a lot more than that. You gave me the confidence to be the man I want to be."

Kelly smiled. "Dave that's a very nice way to say that."

Veronica nodded and then she said, "Kelly; you, Timmy, Tonnie, Ellie, Keisha and Antoine are all very fun people. Dave and I would love to get together with you socially. I think Dave would enjoy being a slave at a dinner party."

He smiled. 

"But you understand that we do have a problem. Mandy is our daughter and I think all three of us would find it very awkward to be in an overtly sexual situation together. Mandy is your friend and neither Dave nor I would want to do anything to interrupt that friendship. I suspect that no matter how much we might enjoy it, our social interactions with you are going to be have to be limited."




Courtesan Ch. 34



Kelly nodded. "Yes, I understand. I can't imagine attending a sex party with my mother."

All of us laughed.

"We're going to quietly slip out. Tell Mandy that we love her and we want to get together as a family very soon, but tonight Dave and I have some serious making up to do. Tell her that we'll both call her in the morning."

"Mandy can stay and party with us tonight. I suspect that Timmy and I can show her a very good time."

I laughed. "You just want to spend a night being pampered by two submissives."

Kelly shrugged. "All right you and Mandy are going to show me a very good time."

Veronica giggled. "I think it's time for Davy and me to go. Kelly and Timmy thank you again for everything you did."

As they turned to leave I noticed Veronica's panties were still sitting on the couch. I picked them up. "Dave, you'd better take care of these."

He turned. I tossed them to him.

He smiled as he caught them. "Thanks Timmy, I expect that from now on I'll be responsible for washing these."

Veronica raised her eyebrows in mild surprise. "Are you going to do all of my laundry?"

"Of course, that's what slaves do."

Taking a deep breath, Veronica said; "Oh my, I think life just got very exciting for me."

"No Ms. Wells, life just got very exciting for both of us."

As soon as they were gone Kelly turned to me. "Timmy honey, is there anything I've ever done for another man that I haven't done for you?"

"I don't know. You're in a better position to answer that question than I am."

I thought for a moment and then I added, "But if there is, I think I might like you to tell me about and then refuse to do it for me."

Kelly giggled. "Mr. Jamieson, every day you are getting kinkier and kinkier."

I shrugged. "What would you expect. You've introduced me to some of the finest teachers in the world."

"Yes I have, haven't I."

"Can I ask you a question."

"Sure."

"This afternoon when you were dominating me in front of Veronica and Dave you called me Timmy rather than dicklet."

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "I've always regretted giving you the name, dicklet."

"Really?"

"Yes, do remember the night I gave it to you? We were at The Goldenrod Supper Club. It was the same night you beat up that guy at the bar."

I laughed. "I didn't beat that guy up."

"Timmy honey, you kicked his ass."

"Yeah okay, your memory of that night is a little different than mine."

"Timmy, you know very well that the privilege of writing the history is always accorded to the victor. I'm your historian and I say that you kicked that guys ass."

"All right, so what about dicklet?"

"That night we'd consumed several martinis and a bottle of wine. For awhile I was feeling very dominant, a little sadistic and not very subtle. I'm afraid that also describes the name I gave you."

"You mean dominant, sadistic and not very subtle."

"Yes, I'd like you to have a name that still reflects your position in our relationship, but isn't quite so overtly demeaning."

"Like Mandy's name, nymph."

"That's right."

"Have you thought of one?"

"Yes I have, actually Mandy suggested it. I like it very much, but I still wanted to discuss it with you before it became official."

"What is it?"

"Bunny."

I shook my head. "Hey we were just discussing the night I beat up a guy in a bar."

"Yes, and wouldn't he be embarrassed to find out that he was beat up by a guy named Bunny."

Suddenly the kitchen door opened and Mandy walked into the dining room. She looked around. "Did my mom and dad leave already?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, they went to your dad's townhouse. They were planning some serious makeup sex."

Mandy grinned.

"They told us to tell you that they'd both call you in the morning."

"Timmy and Kelly I don't how to thank you. This is a dream coming true." 

She sighed. "Well it was a wonderful afternoon, but I see that I'm the last one still here. I don't want to overstay my welcome, so I'll just say thank you one more time and leave the two of you alone."

"Mandy, Timmy and I are going to have a simple supper and watch a movie tonight. Would you like to join us?"

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "No you guys don't get enough evenings alone together. I'd better go home."

"Mandy we also don't get enough evenings with you and this would be a very nice opportunity." Kelly giggled. "Besides, how many chances do I get to spend an evening with two submissives."

Mandy smiled. "Can Timmy and I take turns licking your pussy?"

"Definitely."

"Can I make Timmy lick my ass?"

"Yes, but you have to lick my ass while he's doing it."

"Hey who's going to lick my ass."

Mandy and Kelly both grinned at me and in unison said, "Nobody."

In a voice dripping with mock indignation, I said; "So that's the way it is."

Both Mandy and Kelly laughed and then Mandy smiled at me. "No babydoll, that isn't the way it is or the way it's ever going to be. You and I can take turns."

Kelly grinned. "So you and Bunny will not only be taking turns licking my pussy, you'll also be taking turns licking my ass. Oh I think I'm going to love this game."

"Bunny? Did you tell him about his new name?"

"Yes, I was just telling him when you came into the room."

Mandy turned to me. "Do you like it?"

"It's a little demeaning."

She rolled her eyes. "It's a slave name. It's supposed to be demeaning."

"I know." I shrugged. "I guess it's better than dicklet."

"It's a lot better than dicklet. We can call you bunny in public." Kelly was smiling.

I shook my head. "I'm not sure I'd call that an improvement."

Kelly kissed my cheek. "Calling you bunny makes my pussy tingle and I'll bet it stirs your little dickie too."

She slipped her hand down the front of my jeans and gently squeezed my penis. "What's my name?"

"Ms. Mason."

"What's Mandy's name?"

"Nymph."

"What's your name."

"Bunny."

"Yes it is and the name excites you, doesn't it."

Of course she was right, I loved the name. I found it unbelievably exciting. I looked at Kelly. "Yes Ms. Mason, it excites me very much."

Mandy slipped her hand under my shirt, grabbed my nipple and gave it a gentle twist. "That's right, now be a good little slave and thank your mistress for giving you your new name."

I took a deep breath and smiled at Kelly. "Ms Mason, thank you for giving me my new name. I promise you that I will always answer to it."

Kelly looked at me. "Even in public."

A shiver of masochistic excitement rippled through me as I answered. "Yes, even in public."

Kelly kissed me and then she turned to Mandy. "What should we do now?"

Mandy smiled. "I was thinking that this might be a good opportunity to teach Bunny how to give a proper pedicure."

"Nymph, that's a wonderful idea." Kelly grabbed both of our hands. "Let's retire to the bedroom. It's time for us to have some fun."

And we did have fun, in fact it was a memorable evening. Mandy and Kelly are both very creative and we acted out a myriad of wonderful and at times exotic fantasies. We played until we were completely exhausted and then we crawled into bed and slept curled up together like three puppies in a cardboard box.



Courtesan Ch. 35



This is the thirty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.





At 5:15 I slipped out of bed. Kelly and Mandy were both still sound asleep.

I didn't need a shower. Kelly had ended last nights games by making Mandy and me serve as her "geishas". We had been "required" to bathe her, give her a full body massage and then take turns orally pleasuring her.

Once Kelly was fully satisfied I made her a cup of herb tea while Mandy tucked her into the bed and propped up her back with several pillows. Then, as she relaxed and sipped her hot tea, Mandy and I amused her by performing a traditional sixty-nine on the foot of the bed. 

My wife was thoroughly enjoying her position as a dominant and Mandy and I both loved being her subs. It was hard to imagine that life could get any better.

After washing my face, brushing my teeth and combing my hair I pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean polo shirt, kissed my two sleeping beauties good bye and left for work.

When I pulled into the parking lot at Kirby's I wasn't at all surprised to see Tonya's Mercedes parked in its usual spot alongside the back of the store. I parked my car next to hers and went inside. Tonya was standing behind the cash register reading the morning paper. Kirby was on his knees in aisle one busily counting bags of potato chips.

When she heard me come in Tonya set down her newspaper and said, "Good morning Bunny, did you have a pleasant evening?"

Kirby looked up at her. "Bunny?"

Tonya giggled. "That's his new slave name. I like it."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "I think I'll keep calling him Timmy."

"Oh I will too. Bunny is just for special situations."

"How come I don't have a slave name?"

"But you do."

"I do?"

Tonya rolled her eyes. "Yes silly, you're Cookie."

Kirby looked at me and shook his head.

I grinned at him and then I walked over and poured myself a cup of coffee.

While I was doing that Kirby said, "Timmy after you have a cup of coffee would you help me with this inventory? I'd like to try get it done this morning."

I nodded. "Sure, what would you like me to count?"

"Would you do the candy counter?"

Laughing, I said; "That's the perfect job for a guy named Bunny."

Tonya handed me a clip board with a stack of lined notebook paper on it. "Timmy, start on the left side of the bottom shelf. You can use this to keep track of everything you count."

As I started counting a box of Butterfingers, Tonya said to Kirby; "Remember, he has to leave at 9:30."

I stopped counting and looked at her. "What do you mean I have to leave at 9:30?"

Shaking her head, Tonya said; "I'm sorry Timmy, I'm not used to being up this early in the morning. Martin Jackson would like to meet with you at 10:00. They're sending a Lincoln to pick you up at 9:30."

"Why are they sending a Lincoln? I can drive my own car."

"Oh Timmy you know Martin. He likes to do things in style. I also think he wants you to be able to drive home in your new car."

"Is that what this is all about? I'm getting my new car today?"

"That's part of it, but Martin also has some things he wants to discuss with you."

"Won't they want me to bring them my old car so they can sell it or something?"

"I'm sure Martin will send someone out to pick it up."

"What other things does he want to discuss with me? The house?"

"The house is certainly on his agenda."

"Is there more?"

"Yes, I'm sure there's more."

"Tell me Tonya."

"Timmy I think it would be better if you just waited until you talk with Martin."

"Tonya, now you're scaring me."

"I'm sorry Timmy, I shouldn't have said anything." Tonya thought for a moment and then she sighed and explained; "Don't worry Timmy, he isn't going to tell you anything bad. Do you remember that we had a dinner meeting Monday evening at the Golden Rod Supper Club?"

"Yes, Kelly told me about it. She said that they're planning to make some changes in the hostess section. Is that what he wants to discuss with me? Why would he want to do that? I don't work for him."

"Timmy, both you and Kelly have become very important to him. He now views you as part of the JTandR family, especially since you're facilitating the house project. Please just go see him today. Martin obviously feels it's important to talk to you. He's blocked out a half hour for you and you know how obsessive he is about time."

"Okay, I'll go see him." I laughed. "And that's why he's sending a Lincoln. It's the only way he can be certain that I'll both get there and be on time."

Suddenly the front door opened and Elvira walked into the store. "Okay what did I miss?"

As she hung her coat in the storage closet she looked at Tonya and asked, "Did you remember to tell Bunny about his meeting with Martin?"

I turned to Tonya. "Does everybody know about my new name?"

Tonya laughed. "Just the people that matter Bunny."

Behind me I heard Kirby chuckling.

I turned around. 

He smiled at me. "Timmy in the navy we used to say, 'Roll with it buddy, just roll with it.'"

Grinning at my friend I said, "I think that's pretty good advice."

"All right, if were going to finish this inventory by eleven we'd better get busy." Elvira picked up one of the clipboards. "I'm going to do the paper products."

Tonya manned the cash register and took care of customers while Kirby, Elvira and I counted and recorded all of the merchandise that Kirby still had on his shelves.

At precisely 9:30 a black Lincoln Town Car pulled into the parking lot of the Quick Stop. We all watched as Edward Baylor got out of the back seat, straightened his tie, fastened the top buttoned on the jacket of his dark gray suit and walked up to the store. 

As he opened the door and stepped inside, I smiled at him and said; "Hi Edward, I gather you're my escort for today."

He nodded. "That's right Timmy. Are you ready to go?"

"I am." I handed the clip board to Tonya and waved to my three friends. "I'll see all of you tomorrow morning."

As I walked out of the store, Tonya cryptically said; "Actually, I'm quite certain that you'll be seeing all three of us this afternoon."

A well equipped Lincoln Town Car is a wonderfully luxurious form of transportation. When I was deliberating about what kind of car I wanted from JTandR, Kirby kept prompting me to choose one of these. Now that I was once again riding in one, it was easy for me to understand why

Surprisingly, Edward Baylor and John our driver both turned out to be engaging company. The first time I'd met Edward Baylor he'd seemed rather stiff and aloof. Now he was friendly, outgoing and actually appeared to enjoy laughing. 

I suspected that prior to our first meeting he'd been given strict instructions to avoid any conversation or interaction that might anger or upset me. He had apparently complied with those instructions by refraining from any conversation and interaction with me unless it was absolutely necessary.

This trip was very different. During this trip the three of us engaged in an animated discussion about the relative merits of The Green Bay Packers, The Minnesota Vikings and The Chicago Bears. Edward was obviously a Packer fan and John was clearly a rabid Bears fan, so in the interest of total disharmony I adopted the position of a loyal Minnesota Vikings fan. We had a very good time.

As soon as the Lincoln pulled to a stop in front of the Whetmore Building Edward Baylor opened the car door and we stepped out. As we walked up the steps to the building's large glass entrance John lowered the front passenger side window of his Lincoln and called out, "Go Bears."

Edward and I were both laughing as we entered the large office Building,. 

The elevator was crowded, so as is typical of most people, we remained silent during our ride up. 

When the elevator reached the 52nd floor it stopped and the doors opened to reveal the oak paneled alcove. I followed Edward as he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the alcove to the double glass doors leading to the offices of Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds.

Suddenly I was nervous. My pulse was racing and I had butterflies in my stomach. Every time I'd passed through these glass doors my life had changed. None of the changes had been bad, in fact most of them had been fantastic; but change or at least the prospect of change can be disquieting. 

Edward opened one of the glass doors and said, "After you Timmy."

Feeling a little apprehensive, I stepped into the reception area of JTandR. Edward Baylor was right behind me. My glance immediately went to the corridor leading off to the right. That was the corridor that led to Kelly's office. I wondered if she was here and if she would be attending the meeting. I thought about the meeting we'd had with Martin Jackson last Friday. That morning he'd made it clear that in his eyes I was a slave. I wondered how I was going to be treated today.

In front of us the receptionist, Janet Collins was seated at her desk. As soon as she saw us she picked up her telephone and pushed a button. After waiting a moment she said a couple of quick words, nodded and set her telephone back down on it's cradle. Then she stood up and stepped out from behind her desk.

Next to me Edward whispered. "See you around Timmy." He peeled off and disappeared down the corridor leading off to the left.

Smiling at me, Janet said; "Good morning Mr. Jamieson. Mr. Jackson is in his office. He'll see you right away."

She turned. I followed her down the corridor behind her desk. When we got to Martin Jackson's door she stopped and knocked lightly. 

The door opened immediately. Martin Jackson nodded to Janet Collins. "Thank you Janet." Then he turned to me. "Good morning Timmy, won't you please come in." As I entered his office he gestured towards the brown leather chairs. "Why don't we sit over here."

I was a little surprised. My reception had been warm and courteous. I was definitely not being treated like a slave. My expression must have reflected that surprise. 

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Timmy, the last time we met, I made some mistakes. I don't intend to repeat those mistakes this morning. This meeting is going to be strictly business. I do hope that in the near future we might be able to get together socially. Your wife is a very creative dominant and Mandy tells me that you're developing into a competent submissive. You know about my relationship with nymph, don't you?"

"Yes sir, she's told me."

"I think it would be fun for the four of us to party together. I'm certain that your wife and I would both enjoy being pampered and waited on by you and Mandy and I hope that you might find it just as exciting to spend an evening serving us."

A little tingle rippled up my spine. I knew that Martin Jackson was an accomplished dominant. An evening serving Kelly and him would be very exciting, especially if I was doing it with Mandy. I nodded. "I would enjoy that Mr. Jackson."

Smiling, he said; "Now I just have to find the time to do it."

Mr. Jackson paused. It was clear that time to get down to business. After a moment he said, "Timmy, I think it might be easier if I give you a little background information before I explain why I asked to meet with you today."

"All right."

"Our hostess section was never actually planned. It just kind of sprouted and then grew in an uncharacteristically haphazard manner. That's not the way we normally expand our business, but in our defense we never realized how helpful our hostesses would become. I've always known that sex was a powerful motivator, I just didn't understand how powerful it really was."

I smiled at Mr. Jackson. 

He nodded and then he continued. "Tonya was our first hostess and I think she's told you the story of how she came to work for us."

"Yes she has."

"Mandy was hired next, then Antoine, Chris and Keisha and finally your wife. We never envisioned the section becoming as large as it is today and because of that we never developed the necessary infrastructure to support an operation of this size. Now we are in the process of trying to correct that error. We believe that we currently we have an adequate number of hosts and hostesses. What we need to do is add some support personnel so that the staff we have can work more efficiently."

"For the past two years Tonya has acted as a quasi administrator for the section. It was never a formal appointment. She's an excellent employee. She saw what needed to be done and on her own initiative, she did it. Unfortunately we've only recently begun to understand the full extent of the duties she's assumed. She's done an excellent job, but we've been unknowingly working her to death. Tonya needs some help and I intend to give it to her as quickly as I can.

"Our first step was to create a section we designated as Project Promotion with Tonya as it's coordinator. At JTandR section coordinators answer directly to either John, Wendell or myself. I'll be the partner overseeing the Project Promotion Section. Tonya is now an upper level administrator at JTandR and she is being paid and treated accordingly."

"From what Kelly tells me, she deserves that recognition.

Mr. Jackson nodded. "Yes she does, now our next step is to provide her with some much needed assistance."

He paused for a moment and then he said, "Timmy there are several reasons that Tonya has been able to create such an outstanding hostess section for us. Her work ethic and her organizational skills are of course the primary factors, but her experience has also been very helpful."

"Because she worked as an escort."

"Timmy, Tonya wasn't just an escort, she was an extremely successful escort with an intuitive grasp of how the business works. She understood that escorts provide two distinctly different services. Most escorts provide an hourly service. A client schedules a block of time that is supposedly his, but in fact there is an industry wide rule that governs that time period. I call it the one and done rule. Tonya tells me that most escorts tell their customers that they're allowed to enjoy themselves one time and only one time."

"You mean they're only allowed to have one orgasm."

"Yes."

I smiled. "I'll bet lots of guys, especially younger guys get cheated out of a large amount of time by that rule."

Nodding in agreement, Mr. Jackson said; "I would guess that's probably true, but both Tonya and Mandy contend that the rule actually benefits the customers."

"How?"

"It provides the escort with an incentive to work hard."

I thought for a moment and then I said, "Yes, I understand. It makes it much less likely that a man will be buying an hour of disinterested lethargic sex."

"That's exactly right. Mandy and Tonya also both tell me that the rule is equally beneficial to the escorts."

"Because their sessions can be shorter?"

"Ostensibly that would be correct, but in reality it actually doesn't make much difference."

"I don't understand."

"An escort doesn't have a line of men standing outside her door waiting for the guy inside to finish. She has to schedule each of her clients for a full hour and still leave enough time between each appointment to clean up and prepare for the next customer. It doesn't actually provide her with the opportunity to see more men. What it does do is allow the her to avoid having to engage her customers in anything more than superficial conversation."

"I get it. The guy arrives, gets some very energetic sex and has an orgasm. As soon as he's done he gets dressed and leaves. The two of them might chat, but it will only be for a minute or two. I'm sure that does make it easier for the escort. Making conversation with person you don't know can be difficult"

Mr. Jackson nodded. "That's right, we've all had that awkward experience of trying to pass time with a person we just met. It can be very uncomfortable."

I smiled.

Mr. Jackson continued. "There is another kind of escort. For the last several years of her career Tonya was one of these escorts, so was Mandy. You don't buy an hour from these women, you buy an entire evening or even an entire weekend. These women are the true artists in the profession. They're also extraordinarily expensive and beyond the reach of most average businessmen."

I was beginning to understand what Mr. Jackson was trying to explain. "If you're spending the entire evening with someone you have to be very skilled at the art of conversation. You want your hostesses to be like this second group of escorts."

"Yes, that's exactly right. We want them to be able to entertain their associate for an entire evening. We're trying to provide more than a one and done fuck."

"So your hostesses all have to be good at making casual conversation."

"And they are, but it can still be difficult. Shortly after she started working for us Tonya came up with a way to make it a little easier. Professional escorts are at a disadvantage. The discretion necessary in their profession prevents them from knowing very much about their clients. We on the other hand, don't have that limitation. In fact, we know a great deal about our associates. We've had research assistants put together detailed reports about them. I've allowed Tonya to have access to those reports and for the last two years she's been providing all of our hostesses with a short synopsis of the history and interests of the associate they're about to entertain."

I nodded. "Conversation becomes much easier if you know a little bit about someone."

"That's right, and everyone ends up having a more enjoyable evening." Mr. Jackson smiled for a moment and then he leaned forward. "Timmy I told you earlier that I was trying to reduce Tonya's workload. Putting together those reports has been very time consuming for her. We discussed having the research assistants write them, but we're reluctant to do that. For obvious reasons we try to be very discreet about the actual duties of our hostesses." 

"Yes, I understand."

"We also want a person who can provide some additional background information to the hostesses."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about your wife. I know that she loves football and baseball, but she's not much of a basketball fan."

"She finds it boring."

"So telling her that the associate she's about to entertain is an avid Los Angeles Lakers fan probably wouldn't be all that helpful for her."

I chuckled. "That's the truth, she doesn't know anything about the Lakers."

"It would make a big difference if we could provided her with a one page synopsis about the Laker's upcoming season."

"Yes it would. Kelly's smart enough to be able to use the information in a report like that to ask enough relevant questions to keep her associate talking all night long."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "That's the idea." Then he smiled at me. "So Timmy, this brings us to the reason I asked you to meet with me today. You're a bright young man, you understand exactly what our hostesses do, you're an excellent writer and all of our hostesses like and trust you. I'm offering you the position of research assistant for the Project Promotion Section. Tonya Lewis would be your immediate supervisor."

"But you told me that the husband of a hostess could never work for JTandR. You felt it would be too awkward."

"Yes, but that was if you were working in our project development section. In this situation you'll only be working with the hostesses and the other support people we hire for the new section."




Courtesan Ch. 35



"Does Kelly know about this?"

"Yes and she's hoping that you're going to take the position. Timmy we'll start you out at a salary of eighty thousand dollars per year with the opportunity to earn bonuses. You understand how the bonus system works at JTandR, don't you?"

"Yes, Kelly explained it to me."

"Will you take the job?"

"When would I have to start?"

"We'd like you to start immediately."

I sighed. "Mr. Jackson, you're offering me a wonderful opportunity, but I can't accept it. I still have obligations at my two current jobs." 

As I said those words I knew that Kelly was going to kill me. I was turning down a position that would pay eighty thousand dollars a year so that I could continue working at two jobs that weren't paying me anything at all.

Mr. Jackson stared at me.

I shook my head. "Please don't be offended sir, I really do wish that I could accept your offer. It's just that the people I work for right now need me and I wouldn't feel good about walking away from them."

"Don't Worry Timmy, I'm not offended. In fact, this display of loyalty to your current employers intensifies my interest in hiring you."

I smiled at him and then I shrugged. It was an awkward situation. I couldn't think of anything else to do."

Mr. Jackson started to chuckle. "Timmy, you may be a submissive masochist, but I have to say that you're one tough son of a bitch. You certainly aren't afraid to stand up to me and I get the feeling that there isn't very much in this world that does scare you."

"Spiders, I'm afraid of spiders."

He looked at me for a moment and then he laughed. "Timmy, I'm beginning to understand why Tonya and Mandy are so taken with you." Grinning, he leaned forward and whispered; "I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm afraid of them too."

I grinned back at him.

"Okay, let's return to this employment situation. I assume that you're talking about your jobs at Kirby's Quick Stop and The Southwest Crier."

"Yes, that's right, but how did you know about them?"

Mr. Jackson rolled his eyes. "Timmy remember, one of the reasons that JTandR is so successful is that we do our homework. Also Mandy, Tonya and Kelly have been providing me with regular updates about your situation. Do you want to hear something funny?"

"What's that?"

"All three of them predicted your initial rejection of my offer."

Laughing, I said; "That's a relief. I was afraid that Kelly would kill me when I she found out that I turned you down."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "Actually, if you don't accept this offer I think she will kill you. "

"But you just said..."

Holding up his hand to stop me, Mr. Jackson said; "Timmy before you say anything more why don't you let me give you some additional information."

"But..."

"Please just listen to me."

"All right."

"I first heard about Kirby and Elvira last Saturday night at Eagle Lake. Tonya, Mandy and Kelly told me about Kirby's amazing effort to save Elvira. I have to admit that I was deeply moved by the story." 

Mr. Jackson paused for a moment and then he said, "Timmy, we live in a cold and calculating world. As a cutthroat businessman I work in an environment that's the coldest of the cold. Hearing about a man like Kirby is warming and revitalizing."

I smiled. "Yes it is."

He shook his head. "Then Tonya told me that he was losing his store, that broke my heart."

Taking a deep breath Mr. Jackson said, "Timmy that first day we met in my office I told you that John, Wendell and I were tough businessmen, but we've always tried to make our money without hurting anyone."

"Yes, I remember."

"We're also always on the lookout for opportunities to accomplish some good while were doing business." He smiled at me. "Later that night, after Mandy, Tonya, Keisha, Kelly and Antoine had all retired to their private rooms with their associates I called the coordinator of our New Projects Section and asked him to assign two research assistants to investigate the circumstances surrounding Kirby's store."

"What did your researchers learn?"

"They started their investigation late Sunday morning and by the early afternoon they'd come to the conclusion that he didn't have a chance."

"Really? Why?"

"Timmy, a year ago the most successful food chain in America opened a twenty-four hour megastore just two blocks south of Kirby's store." He sighed. "And last spring one of the largest oil companies in the world opened an ultramodern convenience store gas station a block and a half east of the Quick Stop. I don't care if Kirby is the greatest businessman in the world, he cannot compete with those giants."

"So what can Kirby do?"

"It isn't what Kirby can do, it's what we can do."

"Tell me."

"Sunday evening I called Tonya and told her about the report from the research assistants. She told me that Kirby had already come to the same conclusion, but he was trapped. He owed money to his land lord and to his suppliers. He was a man who prided himself on paying his debts, so he couldn't just walk away. The only solution he could think of was to try to sell off all of his remaining shelf stock and use the money to pay off as much of his debt as possible. Tonya said that he understood that that was a futile endeavor."

"That night as I went to sleep I worked out a possible plan. In their report the research assistants had stated that the property was at the intersection of two very busy streets. They felt that it was a prime location for almost any business except an independent convenience store."

"Early Monday morning I met with the coordinator of our acquisitions section and asked him to have a team of appraisers evaluate the property. I wanted an estimate of the properties current value and the potential value after the economy recovers. I also asked him to have one of our real estate attorneys contact the owner and inquire about his interest in selling the property."

"Monday afternoon I met with the real estate attorney and the team of appraisers. The appraisers had looked at all the other properties in the area that were for sale. They reported that nothing was selling, and prices were plummeting. They agreed with the research assistants that the property was in a prime commercial location and they also believed that after the recession ends the value of the property will sky rocket."

"When the attorney informed me that the property owner was strapped for cash and desperate to sell I knew that we were looking at a situation that had the potential to return a very nice profit for a minimal amount of risk and effort."

"After taking a few minutes to decide on a fair offer, I instructed the attorney to contact Kirby's land lord and negotiate the purchase of the property. I made it clear to him that all of our offers had to include a provision that the sale of the property would fulfill all of Kirby's financial obligations related to that property."

"You mean the back rent he owes."

"That's correct." Mr. Jackson nodded and then he smiled at me. "Timmy at eight o'clock Monday evening the attorney called and informed me that the land lord jumped at our offer and we had a signed purchase agreement for the property."

"So you're now Kirby's land lord." 

"We haven't had a formal closing yet. That will happen next week." He shook his head. "But even if we'd already closed, JTandR still wouldn't be Kirby's land lord."

"What do you mean?"

"We're not in the property rental business. We don't want to be land lords."

"But you bought the property?"

"As a long term investment. We plan to raze the building and let the property sit as a vacant lot."

"Why would you do that?"

"The building that currently houses Kirby's store is actually a liability for us. It's an old structure in need of extensive repairs. While we're holding the property the building would add to our insurance costs and increase the taxes . When we finally decide to sell the site, the buyers will most likely be planning to erect a new building, so the existing structure will also be a liability for them."

"What's going to happen to Kirby's store?"

"Yesterday afternoon I purchased the store from him for ten thousand dollars. Shortly after you left in the Lincoln this morning, a crew of workers arrived and helped Kirby complete his inventory. Once that was was done the crew began loading all of the merchandise on to a truck so that it can be taken to a local food shelf for distribution to the needy."

"If you're going to give everything away, why did you bother to complete the inventory?"

"Tax purposes."

I shook my head. "Kirby never said a word to me about this."

"That was at my request."

"Why?"

"Timmy, I've always believed that in business it's wise to play your cards close to your vest."

I chuckled. "You enjoy a little subterfuge, don't you."

There was a noticeable twinkle in Mr. Jackson's eyes as he grinned at me and said, "I does seem to add spice to the hum drum of daily life."

"So what's going to happen to Kirby?"

"Why are you worried? He has enough money to pay off his debts. He's a free man now, he can do anything he wants to do."

I shook my head. "That store was his life. Now that it's gone he's going to die of boredom. Mr. Jackson, everybody has to have something to do."

Trying to conceal his smile Mr. Jackson said, "Well, he does have Tonya." He paused for a moment and then he added, "And his new job."

"His new job? What new job?"

"I decided that it would be much more efficient if the new Project Promotion Section had it's own Lincoln. Of course, the car is useless without a driver."

"You mean Kirby is going to drive a Lincoln for JTandR?"

"Yes, specifically for the hostesses."

I laughed. "That's wonderful! I think that might very well be his idea of the perfect job." I looked at Mr. Jackson with a puzzled expression. "How did you know that."

Grinning at me, he said; "Tonya told me."

I smiled. The answer to my question should have been obvious. I paused for a moment and then I asked. "When does he start working?"

"This afternoon."

"Mr. Jackson, that was a very nice thing to do."

"Timmy, Kirby is very happy about his new job and that does please me, but this also helps me. I 'm certain that Kirby Lundquist will be an extremely reliable employee for us."

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Jackson, I believe he will."

Suddenly I thought about Elvira and my euphoric mood vanished.

Noticing my abrupt change in demeanor Mr. Jackson quietly said, "You're worried about Elvira, aren't you."

I nodded. "Yes I am. The store may have been most important to her."

"I know. Timmy over the past couple of days Mandy and Tonya haven't been able to stop talking about that woman. It was obvious to me that they both liked her very much. That piqued my curiosity so I made some discreet inquiries. I learned that before she retired she was the office manager for the Magnussen Construction Company. I know Albert Magnussen, he's a very wealthy man. He's invested in several of our projects. Yesterday morning I called him and asked him about Elvira. He told me that she was the most efficient employee he's ever had. He said that she almost ran Magnussen Construction and it took the company nearly a year to recover from her retirement." Mr. Jackson started laughing. "He also told me that she slept with most of his male employees and several of his female employees."

That made me start laughing too.

"Timmy, Tonya desperately needs a good administrative assistant. I offered the job to Elvira yesterday afternoon. She accepted it immediately."

"You mean Ellie's going to be working for JTandR too?"

"That's correct. She also starts this afternoon."

A wave of disappointment suddenly rolled through me. I was happy for Kirby and Elvira, but I felt like a little kid who was watching all of his friends get into the car to go to the circus while he had to stay behind. The new project promotions department was going to be a wonderful place to work and I wasn't going to be part of it. 

I looked at Mr. Jackson and sighed. "Now more than ever I wish I could accept that job you just offered me, but I still can't."

He nodded. "You're concerned about Ellen and The Southwest Crier, aren't you."

"Yes."

"At eight o'clock Monday morning I asked the same two research assistants who had put together the report on Kirby's store to investigate The Crier. It was an easy task for them. They were able to get all the information they needed from telephone contacts and the Internet. At ten o'clock they delivered a detailed report to me."

Mr. Jackson took a moment to organize his thoughts and then he said, "Timmy I'm sure you're aware of the history of The Crier. It started out as a local neighborhood newspaper. Twenty years ago they were common in our suburban communities. They reported news about local government, the schools and community activities. They generated most of their revenues by running advertisements for area businesses. There was a time that they fulfilled an important need. They reported news that the major metropolitan papers had neither the time nor the inclination to report. Unfortunately that time is long passed. Now people are able to get that information from Internet web sites."

He shrugged. "Your friend Ellen has been trying to operate a newspaper that's an anachronism. No matter what she does, as long as she stays with the current format, her eventual failure is inevitable."

I nodded in agreement. I'd long ago come to that same conclusion. I was just reluctant to admit it. I liked Ellen and I liked working for a newspaper. I didn't want it to fail.

"Timmy, Ellen also fell into a vicious cycle. It's a cycle that's currently affecting the most prestigious publications in America. The Internet is killing our newspapers. Circulation is down for all of them. As circulation drops so do advertising revenues. In an effort to try to remain profitable newspapers have to cut their expenses. This means fewer reporters which results in a reduction in content. Of course a sparser, less comprehensive newspaper isn't as satisfying to subscribers, so circulation drops even further."

I smiled. "Which again reduces advertising revenues and that forces the newspaper to make even more cutbacks in staff so that it can continue to remain profitable." I looked at Mr. Jackson. "Ellen's in a hopeless situation, isn't she."

Mr. Jackson slowly shook his head. "No Timmy, I don't think she is. My research assistants are good. Once they established the problems Ellen was facing they started looking for possible solutions. They began by looking for successful local newspapers."

"Did they find any?"

"Yes, in fact they found several. They're all local arts, entertainment and dining newspapers. When they're well run these publications can be very successful."

"Do you think Ellen could turn The Crier into one of those?"

"Not on her own. She has another problem. Sunday morning, before we left Eagle Lake, I took a little time to ask Kelly about your two jobs. While we were discussing your situation at The Crier she told me about Ellen and the problems she's recently had in her personal life."

"Her husband abandoned her."

"Yes and that destroyed her financially." Mr. Jackson leaned forward. "Timmy, Ellen has the skill to restructure The Crier; but before she can do it she needs some help."

"Can you help her?"

"I already have." Mr. Jackson was smiling. "I had an accountant and an attorney from my acquisitions section meet with Ellen on Monday afternoon."

"She told me that she was meeting with some people who were interested in buying The Crier. She was excited."

"Yes, she's in debt and she's desperately looking for ways to get out of debt. Timmy we met with her partly to assess her interest in selling The Crier..."

"Selling The Crier?"

"Yes, my analysts are convinced that The Crier can be turned into a profitable business. Timmy, this is one of the ways we make money at JTandR. We find businesses that are failing and buy them. After we make the changes necessary to make them profitable again we either sell them or run them ourselves."

"Are you going to buy The Crier?"

"We already have. We bought it last night."

"What about Ellen? Are you going to force her out?" I was suddenly feeling very uneasy about what Mr. Jackson was doing.

He smiled. "Timmy your concern for your friends is inspirational. I hope that someday you'll be my friend."

I stared at Mr. Jackson. Compliments were not going to calm my apprehension.

Recognizing my concern and building agitation, he said In a very calm voice; "Timmy I have no intention of forcing Ellen out. If we're going to be successful with The Crier we need her." 

He paused and then he added, "But she also needed us. She was desperate and begging for help. The other reason my representatives met with her on Monday afternoon was to ascertain exactly what her needs were. Of course she needed money and when we bought The Crier she received enough to pay off all of her debts."

He looked at me. "But Timmy, money was not her primary need. Ellen needed structure and support. Owning a small business sounds very romantic, but it has a huge drawback. Small business owners are out there all by themselves. No one is looking out for them. The moment Ellen signed the papers selling The Crier to us she became an employee of JTandR. She now earns a regular salary and has full benefits, benefits that include health insurance for both her and her children."

I now understood exactly what Mr. Jackson had done for Ellen. I smiled at him. "Thank you, that was a very kind thing to do."

He shrugged. "I told you earlier that we're always looking for ways to do some good while we're making money."

I took a deep breath and said, "I assume that I no longer work at The Crier."

"Actually, we'd like you to continue at The Crier, but not editing advertising copy. We'll hire college kids to do that.'

"What about the job writing reports for the hostesses? Don't you want me to do that anymore?" I was suddenly feeling disappointed.

He laughed. "No I definitely want you to do that, but we think you might still have enough time to write a weekly column for The Crier."

"A weekly column?"

"Yes a foods column. It was Mandy's idea. One week you could review a neighborhood restaurant. Maybe the following week you could write about affordable red wines. Another week you might teach our readers how to make quiche Lorraine." He grinned at me. "By the way, I heard that Kirby got two slices. I didn't get any at all."

I laughed. "At my earliest opportunity I promise that I'll make one for you."

"I'm going to hold you to that promise Timmy."

I smiled at him. 

He smiled back and then he continued. "In addition to the eighty thousand dollars you'd be earning as the research assistant for our Project Promotion Section, we thought we'd pay you another twenty thousand dollars a year for writing the column. Would that be acceptable?"

"Of course, but..."

"But what? Timmy this is a very fair offer. Everyone at JTandR who knows you is hoping that you'll accept it. Will you?"

"If I didn't, I do believe that Kelly would kill me."

He nodded. "I think that's a certainty."

"Then I guess I'd better take it."

Mr. Jackson held up his hand. "Timmy there is one more duty that we'd like to give you and I think you should know what it is before you finally agree to accept this position."

"All right." I was again feeling apprehensive.

"The associates we invite to our parties at Eagle Lake and Evergreen are generally our most sexually adventurous clientele. When we entertain these people we try to create a cosmopolitan atmosphere charged with sexual excitement. We want to encourage our associates to feel free to indulge even their most private fantasies."




Courtesan Ch. 35



I nodded. "Yes, Kelly's told me stories that have given me that impression."

"Timmy, I think that you and I have a similar philosophy about sex. If it's between consenting adults and nobody is being injured, then it's purely a matter of personal preference."

That made me smile. "Yes, Mr. Jackson we share the same philosophy."

"At Evergreen tomorrow night, we're entertaining four of our most reliable investors. All four of them are middle aged men with very sophisticated sexual tastes. I would like you to be part of this party."

I shook my head. "Mr. Jackson, I'm not interested in having sex with a man."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "Timmy that's not what I'm suggesting. If a man we're entertaining expresses the desire to enjoy the company of another man, I'll hire a professional for him. No Timmy, I want you to attend the party as a slave."

"A slave?"

"Yes, we have a full compliment of household service staff, so you won't actually have to do any work. You'll be introduced as the slave for our four hostesses and during the party they'll all make it a point to make you run a variety of menial errands. Mandy thought you'd enjoy the job."

Chuckling, I said; "Mandy knows me too well."

Mr. Jackson grinned. "She also knows me too well."

I looked at Mr. Jackson. "You love Mandy, don't you."

He shook his head. "Timmy you really aren't afraid of me, are you."

I shrugged. "You're not a spider."

Laughing, Mr. Jackson said, "No I definitely am not."

There was a brief moment of silence and then I said; "Yes, I'll take the job. Mandy's right, I will enjoy it; or at least I'll find it very exciting. It will also give me the chance to travel with Kelly."

"Timmy you do understand that once the associates arrive your wife's attention will be totally focused on another man for the duration of the party. That's her job and it's very important that you do not, under any circumstances disturb her while she's working. None of our guest can have even the slightest inkling that Kelly is your wife."

"I understand."

"Can you do it?"

"I don't think I could have done it a week ago, but now I believe I can.

"That's what Mandy thinks too." 

Mr. Jackson paused for a moment and then he said, "You realize that when she's working Kelly uses the the name, Melody."

"Yes, actually you explained that to me the first time we met. Since then, Kelly's told me more about it. All the hostesses have working names."

"That's right, they do. When you're working you're also going to have to have another name. You'll be known as Bunny."

I laughed. "Is this why my slave name was changed from dicklet last night?"

"Yes, we thought Bunny was a little more suitable."

Mr. Jackson leaned forward. "Timmy do we have an agreement?"

"Yes I think so. I'll be employed as a research assistant for your new Product Promotion Section. Tonya will be my supervisor. I'll also write a weekly column for the revised Crier and when you entertain associates at Eagle Lake or Evergreen I'll be the hostesses slave, Bunny." 

"And we'll pay you an annual salary of one hundred thousand dollars plus bonuses." 

I nodded.

He smiled. "Our plane for Evergreen leaves at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Can you be on it?"

"Of course."

Mr. Jackson stood up and extended his hand to me. "Do we have an agreement?"

I stood up and took his hand. "Yes we do. Thank you very much. I'll try very hard to be a good employee."

We shook hands and then Mr. Jackson walked over to his desk and picked up his telephone. "Janet will you tell Tonya that we're ready for her."

Mr. Jackson set his telephone back on its cradle and turned to me. "Timmy the next several weeks are going to be very busy around here. For the past year John Reynolds has been working on two major projects. One is a takeover of Artiel Fabricating. They make jet engine parts for several of the largest aircraft manufacturers in the world. Artiel's annual stock holders meeting is next month. Our stock buyout is going to require an substantial amount of capital. Right now we're working to line up investors. A group of four businessmen are flying in from St. Louis this afternoon. This evening John, Wendell and I plan to take them to dinner at the Kensington Grill. After dinner Tonya, Kelly, Keisha and Mandy will be entertaining them in our suites at The Calvert Hotel. I know this is quick, but we can't afford to waste time right now. I would appreciate it if this afternoon you could review the information we have on these four men and put together reports for the girls before they leave to go to The Calvert this evening."

I smiled. "This is why you hired me."

"Yes it is."

"Where can I work?"

"At your desk. I don't have the space to give you a private office. You'll be sharing an office with Kirby and Elvira. When Kirby's not driving his Lincoln he'll be assisting Elvira."

"Where is the office?"

"Tonya can show it you."

I nodded and then I asked Mr. Jackson, "What's the other project?"

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said; "If things go well, I may be able to tell you more about that late tomorrow night at Evergreen. Until then, I'd prefer to not say anything at all."

There was a knock at the door.

"That should be Tonya." He turned to the closed door. "Come in."

The door opened. Kelly rushed in first. Mandy and Keisha were right behind her. Antoine, Kirby, Elvira and Tonya followed them. I noticed that Kirby was now dressed in the black three piece suit that was the standard uniform for the Lincoln drivers at JtandR.

Kelly ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. When she was done she grinned at me and said, "Timmy did you take the job?"

Realizing that I rarely had this good an opportunity to torment my wife I lowered my head and quietly said, "No Kelly I didn't"

Next to me I heard Martin Jackson choke back a startled snort. I don't think he realized that I loved to tease my wife.

Kelly's smile turned to a frown. "You didn't, why not?"

I made a big production of shaking my head, shrugging my shoulders and sighing. "Kelly honey, I'm so close to finishing my book. Right now I really can't afford to take any time away from it.

Everyone was staring at me in dismay. Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at Martin Jackson. It was taking every bit of self control he could muster to keep from laughing.

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, I know that book is important to you. It's important to me too; but this is a really good opportunity. With both of us earning a large income we could save enough money to be able to retire in ten years. Then we could both write our books."

I grinned at my beautiful wife. "That sounds really nice, doesn't it. It's a good thing I took the job."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and the she balled up her fist and lightly punched my shoulder. "You shit! You were teasing me."

Now everyone was smiling.

I nodded. "Yes I was. Teasing you is one of the great pleasures of my life."

Kelly grinned. "And I have to admit that being teased by you is one of the great pleasures of my life." She leaned forward. Whispering in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear she said, "But you do understand that if you hadn't taken this job I would have cut off your balls and hung them from the rear view mirror of my Mercedes Benz."

The entire group was chuckling as I quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mason, I understand."

Behind me Martin Jackson said, "Timmy I don't think spiders are the only things that scare you."

Kelly looked at him. "Spiders?"

He smiled. "It's an inside joke."

"Martin is Timmy going to Evergreen with us tomorrow?" It was Tonya. She was trying to get the group back on task.

"Yes, he is."

"As Bunny?"

"Absolutely."

Kelly giggled. "Having my little slave boy traveling with us is going to be fun." Then her expression became much more serious. She kissed my cheek and said, "Timmy working together is going to be wonderful.."

I smiled. "Yes Kelly, it is."

Mr. Jackson glanced at the clock on his wall and then he turned to Tonya. "Tonnie, why don't you show Timmy his desk. He promised me that he'd have the reports about the investors from St. Louis ready in time for the four of you to read them before you have to leave for The Calvert this evening."

Turning to Elvira, Mr. Jackson said; "Ellie, Janet Collins has the files. You can pick them up from her as you pass by her desk."

Realizing that we had just been dismissed, Tonya waved her hand and said; "Come on everyone, let's go back to the section office."



Courtesan Ch. 36



This is the thirty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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We made a quick stop at Janet Collins's desk so that Elvira could pick up the files on the investors from St. Louis.

While she was doing that I turned to Antoine and Keisha. "So how are the two of you doing? Yesterday when you left our house I thought you might be going directly to a justice of the peace."

They both grinned at me. 

Antoine said, "Timmy we're still pretty excited. We stayed up all last night talking."

Keisha nodded. "It was fun. We talked about everything. We decided that were not going to get married for at least a year, but Antoine's going to move into my town house as soon as I get back from Evergreen and he returns from Las Vegas."

I looked at him. "Las Vegas? Aren't you going to Evergreen with us?"

"No, I wish I could go to Evergreen with all of you, but I have an assignment in Las Vegas. I'm going to be entertaining a rich widow from San Francisco." He smiled. "I've entertained her before. She has a real thing for black men and she loves to play craps. It'll be fun."

Keisha poked him in the ribs. "It better not be too much fun."

Antoine rolled his eyes. "Like you have any reason to be jealous. You'll be spending most of tomorrow night sucking some middle aged white guy's dick."

Giggling, Keisha said; "We do have interesting jobs, don't we."

Antoine kissed his girlfriend's cheek and then he said, "Timmy there also wouldn't be anything for me to do at Evergreen tomorrow night. This group doesn't have a female associate for me to entertain and Keisha's going to be occupied with her associate for the entire evening. Sometimes I go to Evergreen so we can put on a sex show after dinner, but I know this group. They like to create their own shows."

Next to me Kelly grinned. "Yes they do. These guys can be pretty uninhibited. Timmy honey, tomorrow night you're going to see a sex party that's wilder than anything you've ever imagined."

I shook my head. "I don't know, that party at our house last Friday night was right out there."

Keisha laughed. "Sweetie these guys are so kinky that they make Gary look like an evangelical preacher."

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "I don't know about that, some of those evangelical preachers can be pretty kinky."

Kelly giggled. "you're talking about the guys who are fucking the choir director on Saturday night and preaching about fidelity on Sunday morning.'

"And those same guys might be fucking the choir director's wife too." Mandy winked at Kelly.

Laughing, Tonya said; "Mandy that was nasty, very nasty."

"But true Tonnie, very true. Some of those hypocrites are even kinkier than we are."

Antoine chuckled. "It's hard to believe that anybody's kinkier than you four."

Mandy poked Antoine in his side. "But we don't preach about morality on Sunday mornings." 

Kelly winked at Mandy. "No we give blow jobs on Sunday mornings."

Keisha looked at me. "Timmy does your wife give blow jobs on Sunday morning?"

With a perfectly straight face I shrugged and said, "How would I know? Ask her boyfriend."

Everyone started laughing.

Chuckling, Antoine said, "I repeat my earlier assertion. It's hard to believe that anybody is kinkier than the four of you." 

It had just taken a few seconds for Elvira to get the files from Janet Collins, so for the past two minutes we'd been walking and talking. When we came to the door that led into the hallway where the hostesses had their offices I noticed that it now had an enameled sign on it that read, Project Promotions Section. 

Kirby opened the door and held it for all of us. There were six doors in this back hallway, three on each side. The middle door on the right was Kelly's office. The last door on the left was Mandy's office. Although I'd never been inside it, I knew that the last door on the right was Tonya's office. 

Tonya opened the middle door on the left and walked inside. We all followed her. It was an office about the same size as Kelly's and Mandy's only in this office there were three beautifully finished mahogany desks. One on the left, one on the right and one straight across from the door. All three desks were set on six foot by nine foot oriental rugs. The rugs created the feeling that each desk was in it's own space. It was a clever decorating concept.

There were two elegantly framed color photographs on the wall behind the desk on the right. One was a picture of the battleship Missouri and the other was a picture of Old Iron Sides, the U.S.S. Constitution. I assumed that this was Kirby's desk. 

Behind the center desk there were two prints of Modigliani nudes. I assumed that this was Elvira's desk.

I turned and looked at the desk on the left. I smiled. There were two framed black and white photographs on the wall behind it. One was a picture of John Steinbeck. The other was a picture of Gregory Peck portraying Atticus Finch in the film of "To Kill A Mockingbird".

Next to me Kelly said, "Do you like them Timmy. I picked them out for you myself."

I nodded. "Yes Kel, I like them very much, thank you. Kelly knew that my favorite author was John Steinbeck and my favorite character in all of literature was Atticus Finch.

Tonya took the files from Elvira, walked over to my desk and set them on it. "Timmy you sit here." There was a lap top computer on the desk. Pointing to it, she said; "This is your computer." She nodded towards a wireless printer that was sitting on a table to the right of Elvira's desk. "It works with the printer over there."

Then looking at everyone, she said; "I know that we're all excited about the events of the last two days. I'm certain that every one of us would like to spend the rest of the afternoon sitting here talking. I know I would. Unfortunately we can't. We don't have the time. Martin, Wendell and John are relying on us to help them raise the capital for their new projects. We're entertaining an important group of investors tonight and another important group tomorrow night. We have to be certain that everything is ready. Antoine, you need to make sure you have everything you'll need for Las Vegas."

Antoine laughed. "With this lady, everything I need is tucked safely away in my boxer shorts."

Shaking her head Tonya sternly said, "Go get packed. You're on a 7:00 AM flight tomorrow morning. You'll need a dark gray business suit, a sports jacket and slacks and at least three dress shirts. You'll also want to bring your upscale jewelry. This woman doesn't want ghetto, she wants style. Subdued elegance is the theme for this trip. Keish, go with him and make sure he packs the right clothing."

Keisha patted Antoine's butt. "Come on babydoll, let's get you packed for your trip."

Antoine spun around. "Babydoll? That's Timmy not me. You're going to have to find another term of endearment for me, because I am not going to answer to Babydoll."

As they walked out of the office, Keisha said; "How about sweetie pie?"

"That ain't going to work either." Antoine was shaking his head.

"How about sugar."

"Ooo now that works. Any time you call me sugar I'll definitely answer."

"All right sugar, let's get you packed."

All six of us were smiling as they disappeared into the hall. 

After they were gone Tonya looked at us and said, "I have to teach Timmy how to write the reports and then I have to show Ellie how to access the inventory for cocktail dresses, bikinis, lingerie, costumes and accessories that are already at Evergreen. After that I'll show her how to look up the notes that I made after the previous times we've entertained this group and we can decide if we need to bring any additional clothing or costumes with us."

"Tonnie." It was Kelly.

"What Kel?"

"I know how to write the reports, so does Mandy. We don't have anything to do. Why don't we help Timmy while you work with Ellie and Kirby."

"That's a good idea Kelly. If we can get everything done, maybe there will be enough time for all of us to have dinner together at the Goldenrod Supper club before we have to go to the Calvert."

Mandy giggled. "I wonder if they'll let Timmy in, I heard he got into a fight the last time he was there."

"It's true, I was there. He smashed up the bar and nearly put two guys in the hospital." Kelly was grinning at me.

Tonya laughed. "I think it's time for all of us to get to work." She looked at Kirby and Elvira. "Let's leave our silly friends and go to my office."

Mandy flashed Tonya a look of mock indignation. "Silly? I'll have you know that Ms. Mason, Mr. Jamieson and I are paragons of decorum and solemnity. In fact people who know us well often refer to us as Ms. Prim, Ms. Proper and Mr. Staid."

"Mr. Staid?" Kirby was standing behind Tonya with a grin on his face.

I looked at him and shrugged.

Kelly giggled. "Timmy, when you write your autobiography you can entitle it, 'The Strange Case Of Dr. Dicklet and Mr. Staid.'"

All five us started laughing. After a moment Tonya shook her head. Still giggling she said; "Kirby, Ellie we'd better get out of here before Prudence Prim and her two sidekicks decide to get even more serious."

She paused for a moment and then she looked at Kelly and Mandy. "You two still have copies of some of my old reports, don't you?"

Mandy nodded. "I've saved all of them." 

"So have I." Kelly was also nodding.

"Show Timmy some of the recent ones. That's the form I want him to follow." Tonya turned to me. "Timmy, when you finish a report I want you to print out three hard copies. Keep one for your own files and put the other two on Ellie's desk. Ellie, you should file one copy and give the other copy to the hostess who's scheduled to entertain that associate. Timmy I also want you to email a copy of each report to me and then save your reports in a file on your computer. There are number of associates that we entertain on a regular basis. These men are JTandR's biggest investors. If we maintain good records we can stockpile a wealth of information about likes and dislikes of the firm's most valued clients

"I understand Tonya. I can do that."

She smiled. "I'm really excited about this. Timmy, I think you have the skill to generate excellent reports. The more information we have about the men we're entertaining, the better the experience we'll be able to give them." Tonya paused for a moment and then she said, "All right everybody, let's get busy. We have a lot to do this afternoon."

As soon as Tonya, Elvira and Kirby were gone Kelly said; "Timmy, Mandy and I will get some some of Tonya's most recent reports while you pull your two extra chairs around behind your desk."

They were gone for a minute or two. By the time they returned I had the chairs in place. We sat down and went to work. I write a lot so I'm a good typist. With Kelly and Mandy's help it only took about an hour and a half to complete the four reports about the associates the girls would be entertaining at the Calvert that evening.

Once those reports were finished Kelly and Mandy both stood up. 

Kelly smiled and said, "Timmy, I think you understand what Tonnie wants. Mandy and I both have errands to run. You can stay here and start working on the reports about the associates that we'll be meeting at Evergreen tomorrow afternoon. We'll be spending more time with those men, so we'd like the reports to be more detailed."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's 2:30, we're having dinner at the Goldenrod at 6:30. We'll be back here by 5:00."

I looked at my wife. "Tonya wasn't sure we'd have time to eat at the Goldenrod."

Kelly smiled. "She was just trying to get us moving. Besides, If I'm going to spend the evening partying with a middle aged man from St. Louis, I'm going to have a nice dinner first."

Mandy laughed. "So am I."

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "Timmy honey, sex is much more fun when you're well fed and feeling content."

I laughed. "Then we'd better make sure that the two of you get dinner."

Kelly and Mandy nodded their heads and then they both kissed me. As they hurried out the door Kelly called to me, "Timmy we'll be back in two hours."

As soon as they were gone I opened the folder containing the background information about the investors from Boston and started to read. There were four of them. They were business partners and extremely close friends. In financial circles they had a reputation for being bold, ruthless, hard driving wheeler dealers. All of them led lavish almost ostentatious life styles. They owned penthouse condominiums, drove exotic sports cars and were all divorced and remarried to much younger trophy wives. Gambling was a passion for them and several times a week they played golf for ridiculous sums of money. 

As I read further it was quickly apparent that they're exotic unrestrained way of life extended to their sex lives. Antoine, Kelly and Keisha hadn't been exaggerating. These four men were kinky.

Actually kinky may not have been the correct way to characterize them. They were kinky, but not outrageously so. From the reports it appeared that it was the way they interacted with each other when they partied that created the atmosphere of unrestrained debauchery.

These were men who had enjoyed unbelievable financial success. Their successes had caused their self confidence to mushroom to a level that approached arrogance. The combination of their extreme self assurance and their deep friendship for each other allowed them to engage in sexual role playing games that most men would be too inhibited to even consider.

At first glance all four of the investors appeared to be typical macho domineering businessmen. For three of them this initial impression was accurate. Brad Cameron, Tyler Greer and Jason Foley were dominant men. They enjoyed being in control. They loved receiving pleasure from a woman and they were almost competitive about their sexual prowess and the conquests they'd made.

The other partner was the complete opposite. In his private life Donald Kline was a masochistic submissive cuckold. His much younger wife, Michelle was his goddess. She ruthlessly dominated him, humiliated him and denied him sexual pleasure while she openly dated other men. The men she dated included her husband's three business partners. 

Apparently Michelle loved group sex and her husband's friends were very willing to accommodate her desires. According to the report all three of them took great delight in tormenting and teasing Donald while he submissively watched as they partied with his wife.

When I read this, I chuckled. As a submissive masochist I understood that Donald probably enjoyed those parties every bit as much as his wife and his friends.

With more than a little trepidation I also realized that at Evergreen tomorrow night I was going to be making my debut as Bunny the slave in front of three men who were very experienced and adept at taunting and humiliating a submissive masochist.

As I thought about this, I began to consider the possibility that it might be more than just a coincidence. I didn't doubt that these four men were important investors for JTandR's latest project. They were obviously wealthy men who were willing to take significant risks with their money. While I didn't question Martin's interest in trying to keep these men happy, I did wonder about the timing of the party.

I understood Martin's desire to have me play the role of a slave at some of his sex parties. He was trying to create an atmosphere of free spirited fantasy. I also realized that after my display of jealousy during our previous meeting, he probably still had concerns about my ability to control my emotions when I was with my wife while she was partying with another man. 

I began to suspect that tomorrow night's party was partially a test for me. I wasn't offended. In fact as I thought about it, I had to agree that it was a good idea. These men were regular investors, good friends and sexually very sophisticated. If I did lose my cool and make a scene; Tonya, Keisha and Martin could easily explain the situation to them and keep the party from getting ugly while Kelly and Mandy helped me get my emotions back under control.

I was confident that there wouldn't be an incident. The events of the past several days had helped me to better understand my wife and our new lifestyle. Still I was glad that I'd been able to read the report. A little forewarning always makes a potentially difficult situation easier.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost 4:00. If I was going to be finished with my work by the time Kelly and Mandy returned I needed to get busy. I quickly wrote a short outline of each man's interests and background. Once those were completed I did some Internet research and put together a brief description of Boston's professional sports teams. All four men were avid sports fans. I was quite certain that the girls could easily fill any awkward moments that might arise with questions or comments about the Red Sox, the Patriots, the Celtics or the Bruins.

I was just finishing printing the copies of my reports when the office door opened and in walked Kelly and Mandy. Kelly was carrying a garment bag. She smiled at me. "Hi Timmy, did you finish your reports?"

"Yes, I was just printing them."

"Good, As soon as you're done meet me in my office. It's time for us to get ready to go to dinner." 

Kelly and Mandy both turned and disappeared out the door.

After the reports were printed I filed my copies and set the others on Elvira's desk. 

Once that was done I walked over to Kelly's office. She was coming out of her closet holding a very elegant looking woman's business suit in a rich shade of dark brown. All she was wearing was a skimpy white lace brassiere and a matching thong.

When Kelly saw me she smiled and held up the suit. "I think this chestnut brown suit creates a nice contrast to my blond hair. What do you think Timmy?"

I grinned at her. "I think a plaid bathrobe would look nice with your blond hair."

Rolling her eyes, Kelly said; "Timmy! I'm not fishing for compliments. I want to hear your honest opinion. This is the first time we're going to have dinner together on a night when I'm working. It's important to me that I look nice for you." 

She giggled. "Of course I also want to look nice for Kevin." Kevin Martland was the man Kelly was going to meet at the Calvert after we finished dinner.

"Do you think he'll enjoy watching me take this suit off for him." There was an impish smile on my wife's face. She was teasing me.

"He'd have to be dead not to enjoy it." I was grinning at Kelly.

She walked over and kissed my cheek. "You're sweet."

"Is that the lingerie you're going to wear for him?"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "No, I have a set in ivory that has a matching garter belt and nylon stockings. Most of the older men I entertain like it when I wear stockings and a garter belt."

I chuckled. "Kelly, most men, young or old would enjoy seeing you in stockings and a garter belt."

Kelly slipped her hand down the front of my jeans and wrapped her fingers around my growing penis. "Are you one of those men?"

"Oh yes." 

"Tonight, when I come home after I'm done entertaining Kevin, would you like me to wear the lingerie for you?"

"Yes, please." My tiny cock was now fully erect.

"Will you eat my pussy while I'm wearing it?" Kelly was stroking me.




Courtesan Ch. 36



"Yes." My voice was an excited whisper.

"Even knowing that Kevin just fucked me?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, even knowing that another man just fucked you."

Suddenly my wife started giggling. Pulling her hand out of my jeans, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. Then she grinned at me and said, "Timmy I love you so much. Now that you're working at JTandR, life is going to be wonderful."

I grinned at her, but before I could say anything Kelly slapped my butt and said, "Now get those clothes off and get in the shower. I want you to look your best at dinner tonight."

"Get in the shower?" I stared at Kelly with a puzzled expression.

"Timmy honey; Tonnie, Keish, Mandy, Antoine and I all have a full bathroom in our office. The nature of our job makes it a necessity."

Still puzzled, I said; "Okay, but I don't have any clean clothes to wear."

Kelly pointed at her desk. The garment bag that I'd seen her carrying earlier was draped across the top. "While I was out running errands this afternoon I stopped at home and picked up your blue blazer, gray trousers, a necktie, a white dress shirt, a pair of clean panties and socks and your black loafers. Did you think I was going to let you go to dinner with me at the Goldenrod Supper Club wearing a pair of blue jeans?"

Smiling at the exasperation in Kelly's voice I said, "I guess not."

"That's right. Now go get into the shower.

I was grinning as I walked to Kelly's bathroom. Just as I was opening the door, she said; "You'll find a new razor and a can of shaving gel on the shelf next to the shower. I want you to shave while you're in there." After pausing for a moment, she added. "And I'm not just talking about your face. I want you to shave everywhere."

Turning, I looked at my wife. "Can't I do that at home?"

"No Timmy, you can't. This is going to be a late night and we have an early plane to catch in the morning. Tomorrow afternoon at Evergreen I want Bunny the slave to be clean shaven. This will very likely be your only opportunity."

When Kelly said that a shiver of excitement rippled through my loins. I bowed politely and said; "Yes, Ms. Mason, as you wish."

I'm still not very skilled at shaving my legs and pubic area so my shower and shave took me almost a half hour. After I was finished I quickly dried off and left Kelly's bathroom. 

Kelly and Mandy were sitting in the chairs in front of Kelly's desk. They were reading the reports we'd written earlier about the men they'd be entertaining later in the evening. They had, of course helped me write them; but I suspected that they were now reviewing the key details. Both women were professionals. They were very serious about their jobs.

They were dressed only in their lingerie. I noticed that Kelly was now wearing the ivory set that she'd described earlier. It was a very sexy outfit. Kevin was a lucky man.

When they heard me step out of the bathroom they both looked up. As soon as they saw me they smiled. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was naked. In tandem they set down the reports they'd been reading and stood up. 

As they walked over to me, Mandy said; "My my, he looks absolutely delicious. When he's freshly shaved his tiny penis looks just like a little toy."

Glancing at Kelly, Mandy said; "May I?"

My wife smiled. "Feel free."

Staring into my eyes, Mandy gently placed her fingertips on the base of my neck near my shoulder. As she traced a line along my collarbone to my throat she said, "You like being a slave don't, you Bunny."

There was something about the tone of Mandy's voice that made my body tingle with excitement. It was alluring, almost irresistible, but I also sensed hint of malice. 

I was almost afraid to reply, but I did. "Yes." My voice was a whisper.

"Yes what? Tell us Bunny. What do you like?" It was Kelly. She had moved closer and was now caressing my lower back.

"I like being a slave."

"Who's slave Bunny? Who do you belong to?"

The air was now filled with sexual electricity. Breathlessly, I answered my wife. "You Ms. Mason. I belong to you."

"That's right Bunny, you belong to me and as your owner I expect you to also serve and obey Ms. Wells, Ms. Lewis, Ms. Adams and Ms. Higgins. Do you understand me Bunny?" Kelly's voice was laden with determination.

My heart was pounding at a frantic pace. Neither wanting nor daring to challenge Kelly, I obediently answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, I understand." 

Mandy reached down and squeezed my now erect penis. "Your slave seems to be very pleased about his new duties."

Kelly grinned. "I would have been shocked if he'd reacted any other way. He loves the four of you."

Mandy gave my penis another squeeze. "And we love him too. I think it's time for us to give him his present."

Kelly nodded. "I agree, did you bring it with you?"

"Yes, it's on your desk next to the garment bag. I'll get it."

I watched with curiosity as Mandy walked over to Kelly's desk and picked up a small black plastic bag. As she returned I noticed that the name Sex Land was printed in garish pink and gold letters across the front of the bag.

Sex Land was a large store on the edge of downtown that specialized in sex toys, exotic lingerie and adult films. While we were in college Kelly and I had visited the store several times. We were students, we didn't have any money, so we couldn't afford to buy anything. We just enjoyed looking at the amazing array of dildos, rubber pussies, whips, handcuffs and all the other incredible devices that had been created to fuel the varied imaginations of our city's population.

Mandy opened the bag and took out a box. I gasped when I saw the name CB6000S on the front of the box.

Looking at Kelly with alarm, I said; "This isn't necessary."

She shook her head. "Timmy, I disagree. I think it' s absolutely necessary."

"But why? All you have to do is tell me not to masturbate. You know that I would never disobey you."

Kelly nodded. "Yes Timmy, I do know that you would never disobey me; but that doesn't matter. Without the cage, the decision to obey or disobey me is your choice. You maintain final control over your freedom to have orgasms. Even though I am absolutely certain that you would never do it, you still could choose to masturbate. After I lock your penis in this chastity cage, your power to choose is gone. You have to obey me. I hold the power to decide when you're allowed to cum."

Staring into my eyes, my wife said; "Timmy, just thinking about holding that power excites me."

Still holding my erect penis with one hand, Mandy picked up Kelly's hand and guided it to my left nipple. Kelly grasped the nub between her thumb and forefinger and began to slowly twist it. As she twisted, I felt the pain starting to grow.

I bit my lip.

Mandy placed her lips against my ear and whispered, "Your mistress is giving you pain. Doing it excites her. Submitting to her, allowing her to give you pain excites you; doesn't it Timmy."

Breathlessly, I answered; "Yes it does."

"Timmy, both of us are submissives. We're slaves. It's our nature and our destiny to surrender power to our superiors. Taking control of your freedom to have orgasms will please your mistress. Do you really want to deny her that pleasure."

I slowly shook my head. "No I don't."

"Admit it Timmy. Admit it to me, Admit it to your mistress and most of all admit it to yourself. Surrendering that power will excite you just as much as wielding the power will excite Ms. Mason. That's true, isn't it Timmy."

In a barely audible whisper I answered, "Yes it is."

Kelly relaxed her grip on my nipple. Instead of twisting it she was now gently caressing it. As she caressed me she said in a loving voice, "I promise to be very attentive to your needs. Tonight when we get home I'll take the cage off and we can make love like we always do."

I nodded.

She continued; "But tomorrow, after we get to Evergreen, I'll put it back on you again. I'll do it because as your owner, it's my prerogative to do it. You understand that, don't you Timmy."

"Yes."

Still gently holding my penis, Mandy said; "Timmy I want you ask Ms. Mason to put the cage on you. That will show her that you're willingly surrendering this power to her."

Again I nodded. I was very nervous, but I was also extremely excited. In truth I'd been fantasizing about this moment for several years. Deep down inside I knew that I wanted this, but I still had to resist. Surrendering control over a portion of your life as significant as this one is not done lightly."

"Do it Timmy, you know you want to." Mandy was prodding me.

I trusted Kelly, I trusted her implicitly. I also knew that this wasn't an irreversible decision. Locks could be cut. Still, it was scary. If I ever had to have the lock cut I would feel like I was symbolically severing the bond of our marriage.

Mandy was right, I wanted to do it. I was scared, but I was also as excited as I had ever been in my entire life. I was a submissive masochist and this was a major declaration of my subservience.

Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath and looked into my wife's eyes. "Ms. Mason would you please lock my penis in the cock cage and hold the key."

Kelly smiled. "Yes Timmy, I would be happy to do that for you."

Mandy walked over to Kelly's desk and opened another shopping bag. She removed one of those chemical ice packs that athletic teams use on the sidelines during games. After pressing on it to break the barrier that separated the chemicals she shook it, waited for a moment while the chemicals reacted to each other and then she walked over to me and placed the cold pack on the base of my erect penis.

It was cold, very cold. My erection quickly began to wilt. 

While Mandy was holding the ice pack against my cock and balls Kelly opened the box containing the CB6000s. 

Suddenly I was curious about the s. I'd of course read about the CB6000 on the Internet. It was quite well known, but I'd never heard of a CB6000s. I decided to ask Kelly. "Ms. Mason what does the s after the CB6000 stand for?"

Mandy answered. She was giggling as she said, "The s stands for short. This is a cock cage for men who are smaller than the norm."

Suddenly I felt horribly embarrassed. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes.

Kelly noticed the change in my mood and asked, "Timmy honey, what's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Kissing my cheek, she said; "Babydoll, something upset you. Please tell me what it is."

I took a deep breath. In a very quiet voice I said, "Having to wear a cock cage is humiliating, but having to wearing one built especially for inadequate men feels like the ultimate indignity."

Kelly smiled at me. "Sweetheart, you do have a tiny penis, but that doesn't make you inadequate. I love your little cock. I love sucking it and I love the way it feels in my pussy and my ass. Yes, I fuck lots of other men, but that has nothing to do with the size of your penis. Chris has a great big cock and if I was married to him I'd still want to fuck other guys."

She paused to kiss my cheek again and then she said, "Your cock is and always will be my favorite. It's my favorite because it's yours and I love you."

Holding my face in her hands, Kelly stared into my eyes and said, "Timmy if I could only have one cock for the rest of my life, I would choose yours. Please never forget that." She kissed me hard on the lips and then she released me and smiled. "Okay?"

Smiling back at her, I said; "Yes, but it's still embarrassing."

Kelly took the chastity cage out of its box and held up the clear plastic penis sleeve. After examining it she said, "It doesn't say CB6000s anywhere, so no one will ever have to know."

Still holding the cold pack against my cock and balls, Mandy said; "And we promise to never tell anyone."

I laughed. "All right."

"Can we put it on you now?" Kelly was holding a plastic open ended ring in her hand.

I nodded. "Yes, go ahead."

"Mandy, do you have the lube?"

"Yes." Mandy went back to Kelly's desk and reached into the bag that had held the cold pack. She took out a small black plastic tube. It was labeled, Magic Moment Silicone Lubricant. When she returned she dribbled several drops of the lotion onto my penis and gently rubbed it into my skin. My shriveled cock was still too cold from the chemical ice pack to respond to her touch.

As soon as Mandy was finished, Kelly said; "Hold still now Timmy." She placed the open ended plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls and then produced two more plastic pieces. They were identical except that one of the of the pieces had two plastic pins extending from it while the other piece had two holes in the places corresponding to the pins. She pushed the two pins through two holes in each side or the opening at the top of the plastic ring and then through the two corresponding holes in the other piece. This created a a full ring of plastic that securely bound the base of my cock and balls.

Next, Kelly slipped the plastic sleeve over the shaft of my limp penis. Holding it in place she looked at Mandy and said, "We need a locking pin with a spacer about this size

Mandy looked in the chastity cage box and selected a pin and a spacer. Handing the two pieces to Kelly, she said; "These look about right to me."

Kelly handed the cock sleeve to Mandy and slipped the pin through a hole in the pieces that formed the top of the ring binding my cock and balls. I noticed that a small hole had been drilled through the tip of this pin. Once the pin was in place she slid the other piece, a short plastic cylinder over it and then she took the plastic cock sleeve back from Mandy, fitted it onto the locking pin and slid it back until the small spacer stopped it. The hole in the tip of the locking pin now just extended through the cylinder at the base of the cock sleeve.

looking up at me, Kelly asked; "Timmy does that feel comfortable?"

I smiled at her. "I'm not sure that comfortable is the right word, but it doesn't seem to be rubbing me anywhere, and it doesn't hurt."

"Are you sure?'

"Yes I'm sure."

Mandy handed a small gold padlock to Kelly. It was open. 

Kelly pushed the shackle of the lock through the hole in the tip of the locking pin. I could see that she was aroused. Staring into my eyes, she took a deep breath and snapped the lock shut. Then, in a voice raspy with excitement, she said; "Timmy thank you for letting me do this. It really does excite me."

I smiled at my wife. "It excites me too Ms. Mason." And then my entire body tingled with excitement as I watched Kelly walk over to her desk, open her purse and drop the key into it.

After closing her purse, Kelly looked at me. When she saw the excitement in my eyes, she smiled. 

I winked at her. That made her giggle. For a moment we just grinned at each other and then Kelly glanced up at the clock. It was just after 5:30. 

Her expression became serious. "If we're going to get to the Goldenrod by 6:00 we'd better finish getting dressed and go."

Mandy nodded in agreement. "Yes, we'd better get moving." As she hurried out the door, she called to us; "I'll put on my suit and be right back."

As soon as she was gone Kelly turned to me. "Timmy your clothes are in the garment bag. Hurry and get dressed while I touch up my makeup and put on my suit."

I was tying my necktie and Kelly was putting on her skirt when Mandy returned. She laughed when she saw that we still weren't ready. "You two are even pokier than Antoine and Keisha."

Straightening her skirt, Kelly asked; "Are they ready to go?"

Mandy nodded. "They're already on their way to the elevator with Tonnie, Ellie and Cookie."

Kelly put on her suit jacket. "Come on Timmy, we have to hurry. If we're late for dinner, it'll be a month before Tonnie, Keish and Antoine let us forget about it."

Mandy opened the door to the hallway. She was laughing. "That's only because we give them so much grief when they're late."

Giggling, Kelly picked up her purse and followed Mandy out the door. "Yeah, so what's your point." As they disappeared into the hall I could see Mandy holding up her middle finger.

I shook my head, picked up my sports jacket and raced out the door behind my wife and my very good friend. By the time I caught them they were already in the elevator alcove. As we waited for the elevator, I asked; "How are we getting to the restaurant?" I assumed that we were either going in Kelly's Mercedes or Mandy's Jaguar.

The elevator arrived. We stepped inside. After the doors closed Kelly smiled at me and said, "You're driving us of course.'

I looked at her. "Me? My little Ford is still at Kirby's store."

Mandy giggled. "Timmy honey, your old car is now on the used car lot at the Beckwith Auto Mart. We're going in your new car."

I smiled. With all the excitement about my new job, Kirby and Elvira getting hired and of course the chastity cage; the new car had completely slipped my mind."

The elevator doors opened to the lobby of the Whetmore Building. As we stepped out I suddenly had a concern. "What about insurance? I haven't signed any papers."

Kelly patted my shoulder. "It's all right Babydoll. I took care of everything. We just transferred the insurance from your old car. Remember, I bought your Focus for you. The title was in my name."

"Is the title for my new car in your name?"

"Yes it is, but when we get back from Evergreen we can transfer it to your name."

As we walked across the marble floor of the Whetmore Building's huge foyer I had a very kinky idea. "Ms. Mason, I don't think we should do that."

Looking at me with a puzzled expression, Kelly asked; "Why not Timmy?"

I smiled at her. "I'm your slave. A slave really shouldn't be permitted to own a car. You should just allow me to use your second car."

Giggling, Kelly said; "Timmy your getting to be even kinkier than Mandy and me."

Mandy laughed. "He's my protege. I've been teaching him. It appears that I've done my job well. The student is surpassing the master."

I smiled at Mandy's joking compliment and then I said, "Actually Ms. Mason, I think it would be really hot if you owned everything."

Mandy grinned. "That's my boy."

Kelly shook her head. She was smiling. Suddenly she stopped walking and her smiled turned into a frown. After thinking for a moment, she said; "Timmy that's a really sexy idea, but I'm not sure it's a good one."

I looked at her. "What do mean?"

"What if something happens to us? Timmy we play a dangerous game. I sleep with other men. What if I fall for one of them or you finally get tired of being a cuckold slave and decide to leave me? What if I get killed in a car accident? Babydoll, I love you so much. It's important for me to know that no matter what happens, you'll always be financially secure. If I own everything and something happens to me or to us, you could end up with nothing."

Mandy picked up Kelly's hand and patted it. "Kel, you have to be the sweetest dominatrix I've ever met."

Kelly and I both laughed.

Mandy shook her head. "No, I mean it. Timmy you really were lucky when you found her" And then with a hint of sadness and envy in her voice, she added; "And Kelly won the lottery when she found you Timmy."

Kelly held on to Mandy's hand while she picked up my hand with the other one. She gave both of us a gentle squeeze. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. All three of us could sense the growing emotional bond that was gradually pulling us together. 

Just as the silence was about to become awkward, Mandy said; "You don't have to worry about that Kel."

Kelly looked at Mandy with a puzzled expression. "I don't understand."

"Everything being in your name if something bad should happen, like the two of you getting divorced or you getting killed in a car accident."




Courtesan Ch. 36



"Why not?"

"For the latter case, all you need is a will and an emergency bank account so that Timmy has some money to live on while the estate is finalized."

Nodding, Kelly said; "Okay, but what about divorce? What if some day I go completely bonkers and really do decide to leave Timmy for a hot stud with a big cock."

"I don't think you'll ever do that."

"I don't either, but what if I do?"

"The same emergency bank account should only be in Timmy's name. That will insure that he has money to live on until the divorce is finalized."

Kelly thought about that for a moment and then she said; "All right, that will protect him in case I lose my mind and turn into a vindictive bitch."

I shook my head. "I don't really think we have to worry about any of this."

Sighing, Kelly said; "No Timmy we do. I think it would be really hot if I owned everything, but I couldn't enjoy it unless we knew that we had provisions protecting you in case something bad happens to us."

"Kel, you don't have to worry. As long as Timmy has a reserve bank account he'll never be hurt financially." Mandy was looking at both of us.

"But what about divorce?"

"Kel, both my mom and my dad have told me about their divorce. This is a no fault divorce state. You don't have children. There would be an equal split of all your assets. These days, unless there's a custody issue, the courts don't care about the circumstances that led up to the divorce."

Mandy smiled. "I was eighteen by the time my mom and dad's divorce was finalized. Custody and child support weren't issues. My dad's lawyer had pictures of my mom in a hotel room with five men. In one of the pictures she has a cock in her pussy, one in her mouth and she's jacking off a third guy. She still got a fifty fifty split of their assets. My dad's lawyer didn't even bother to introduce the pictures as evidence."

"So you're saying that regardless of what happens, Timmy will end up with half of all our assets?"

"I think that's right, but it might be a good idea to ask Martin to check with the firm's legal staff."

Kelly turned to me. "Timmy, do you really want to do this?"

"Do you?"

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said; "I think it would be unbelievably hot."

"If it doesn't work can we go back to what we do now?"

"Of course we can." Kelly laughed. "You know I already handle almost of of our finances."

"I know you do." I paused for a moment to think and then I said, "It really would make me your slave. I think we should try it."

Mandy giggled. "This is crazy! I love it! Kelly I want to be your slave too."

Kelly and I both started laughing, but after a moment Kelly stopped. Her expression became very serious and she asked; "Are you just joking about that?"

Mandy looked at my wife. She thought for a second and then she said, "No, I don't think I am."

"Would you like to live with Timmy and me?"

Initially Kelly's question shocked me, but then as I thought about it, it began to make sense. Next to Kelly, Mandy was now my best friend. I was also quite certain that she was Kelly's best friend. Last night the sex between the three of us had been almost magical. When we were finally too tired to continue, cuddling up together to go to sleep had also felt right.

Turning to me, Mandy asked; "Would that be all right with you Timmy?"

I glanced at Kelly. She was watching me very closely. I cautiously said, "Would you be jealous?"

She smiled. We both remembered our conversation from the other night. Shaking her head Kelly answered; "No not at all. Mandy's my good friend too. Besides, we're both bisexual. I'll be playing with her just as much as you will."

That made me chuckle. "And you just called me kinky."

Kelly giggled. "No, I said that you were maybe even kinkier that Mandy and me." She paused for a moment and then in a more serious tone she added; "I think it makes sense for all three of us. We're very close friends."

Mandy nodded. "I feel that way."

I smiled. "So do I."

Continuing, Kelly said; "We also have very busy lives, especially Mandy and me. Timmy, I know that I'm going to want to spend some evenings with Chris and if I know that Mandy is with you I won't feel so guilty about it."

"And both of you know that I'm in love with Martin. If he has a free evening, I'm going to want to be with him." Suddenly Mandy looked at Kelly. "What are we going to do on the nights that you have a date with Chris and I have a date with Martin?"

I laughed. "Hey, don't worry about that. Once in a while it's nice to have a quiet night alone."

Kelly shook her head. "But Timmy, you're already going to be alone on the nights when both of us are working. That's why I'm so worried about spending an evening that I have off with Chris."

Mandy started giggling

Both Kelly and I turned and looked at her. Grinning, Kelly asked; "Well Miss Silly, what are you giggling about?"

"On evenings when we're both going to be out we can get my mom to babysit for Timmy."

Kelly looked at Mandy with a puzzled expression. "Do you think that would interest her? I had the impression that her idea of a good time was an evening of hot and heavy sucking and fucking with at least one and maybe several big hard cocks."

I looked at my wife and said, "Hey!"

Both Kelly and Mandy rolled their eyes. Without paying any further attention to my silly protest, Mandy said; "You read her correctly, she's been a slut ever since she was a teenager."

I smiled. To both my wife and Mandy, the word slut was not a pejorative. It was simply a term used to describe a woman who freely enjoyed uninhibited sex with a variety of partners."

"So why would she be interested in spending an evening playing with Timmy?" This time did Kelly turn to me. "No offense Babydoll, you are a wonderful lover; but if a woman is looking for a night of savage animal sex, you're not going to be her first choice."

I just smiled sheepishly. What else could I do?"

"I talked to my mom on the telephone this morning. She and my dad had a wonderful time last night, but my dad is dropping some pretty big hints that he really would like to be her slave. The idea isn't a turn off to my mom, in fact I think it excites her. It's just that she's never really thought much about female domination and she doesn't actually know anything about it. I suggested that she look on the Internet and I'm sure she'll do that, but I think she'd also like a little guidance."

Kelly looked at her. "Can't you do that? You've been a wonderful teacher for both Timmy and me."

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "I could, but she's my mom."

Kelly smiled. "I understand. You're both sexually liberated women, but that doesn't really matter. The fact that you're mother and daughter makes the discussion uncomfortable for both of you."

Mandy laughed. "That's exactly right. Think about talking to your mom about making your dad wear a cock cage."

"I can't even imagine it." Kelly thought for a moment and then she started to smile. "You want Timmy to teach your mom about female domination."

Nodding, Mandy said; "Yes, and practice with her. When you're a beginner it's easy to feel foolish when you're saying things like, Pussyboy get down on your knees and kiss my feet. I think it would help her confidence if she could practice with Timmy." 

Kelly turned to me. "Bunny, would you be willing to help Veronica Wells learn how to be a dominatrix?"

I'd been listening to the conversation, so I knew the question was coming. Veronica Wells may have been old enough to be my mother, but she was still a beautiful woman. When I thought about spending an evening licking her pussy and kissing her ass a little shiver of excitement rippled through me. I told myself that I was going to do it to help out my good friend, Mandy; but I knew that was a rationalization. Spending an evening serving a mature beauty like Veronica Wells would be an experience I'd never forget.

Trying to be as nonchalant as I possibly could, I looked at Mandy and said; "I would be happy to try to be of assistance to your mother."

When she heard my answer Kelly burst out laughing. "You dirty dog. Mandy's mom is gorgeous. Admit it, you can't wait to bury your face in her hot wet pussy."

I shrugged. "I will admit that the idea is attractive."

Mandy started laughing too. After a moment she grinned at us. "I don't think I have ever enjoyed two people as much as I enjoy both of you. Would you really let me live with you?"

Kelly and I both looked at each other and nodded and then we turned to Mandy and said in unison, "Nothing would make us happier."



Courtesan Ch. 37



This is the thirty-seventh episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



When we walked out of the Whetmore Building, it was only five minutes to six; but it was already dark. Daylight savings time had ended on the previous Saturday. The sun had been down for almost an hour. As soon as we felt the chilling bite of the blustery November wind we started to hurry. 

As we traversed the block and a half to the entrance to the parking ramp I glanced across the street. Smithson Jewelers was just closing. Tomorrow it would be two weeks since that fateful night when I stood freezing in the alcove of that store waiting so that I could follow Kelly to what I was certain was going to be a meeting with her secret lover.

That night I had been convinced that my marriage to the woman I so deeply loved was about to end. I couldn't have been more wrong. The events of that night and my ensuing discoveries didn't lead to the dissolution of our marriage, they led to it's rebirth. 

Those discoveries also brought a new life for Kelly and me. It was an exciting life that included a wonderful group of new friends and a variety of fabulous opportunities. As we hurried along, Mandy holding on to one of my arms and Kelly holding on to the other one; I smiled. I had to, life was good.

We entered the parking ramp and rode the elevator to the third level. As soon as the doors opened we stepped out. I saw it immediately. It was parked next to Mandy's Jaguar. Shiny, new and bright red; it was beautiful. I walked quickly to it. Kelly and Mandy were right behind me.

I stopped next to the driver's side door and ran my fingers along the side of the car. The paint was smooth and unblemished. Looking inside, I saw the luxurious black leather interior.

Kelly handed me the keys. "Open it up Timmy, get inside. It's yours?"

I turned to her and smiled. "I thought it was yours."

Kelly shook her head. "No babydoll, that's just a game. The title might have my name on it, but this SUV will always belong to you."

I glanced at the key ring. In addition to the car key I noticed that Kelly had also attached a house key and what I was quite certain was a key to the office that Ellie, Kirby and I shared. 

I chuckled, there was one key that was obviously missing. Grinning at my wife, I said; "I see that you provided every important key but one."

"That key stays in my purse." Kelly giggled. "This SUV may now belong to you, but your dick will always belong to me."

Laughing, I said; "I think I might have been better off buying a bicycle and keeping my dick."

Kelly shook her head. "It wouldn't have helped. You just would have ended up peddling around the city with your pee pee in a cage." She playfully patted my butt. "Get in the car slaveboy, it's time to drive your goddesses to the restaurant."

I looked at Kelly. "Goddesses? I thought Mandy was a slave just like me."

"In our new household she's a slave to me, but she's a goddess to you."

As she slid into the backseat of my new Escape, Mandy said; "Bunny I'm sure you'll agree that there's something about a female led household that just feels right."

It was a short drive from the Whetmore Building to the Goldenrod Supper Club. When we were a block away I started looking for a parking place. Kelly noticed what I was doing and said; "Timmy honey, just pull up in front of the restaurant. Jeff will park your car for you."

"Isn't valet parking kind of extravagant?" I was raised to be careful with money. 

Kelly smiled. "Sweetie, today you started working at a job that pays you a salary of one hundred thousand dollars a year plus bonuses. Mandy and I both earn three times that amount. The three of us are planning to live together. Our joint household income is going to be substantial. We can afford valet parking."

"Sorry, it's in my nature to be frugal."

Laughing, Kelly said; "It certainly is and it's an admirable quality. It's one of the reasons that you're going to be running our household. Nonetheless, we are wealthy and Mandy and I are going to see to it that all three of us enjoy the benefits of our good fortune."

I pulled up to the curb in front of the Goldenrod. As soon as the car stopped the valet was opening the passenger side doors for Kelly and Mandy. As they stepped out of my SUV he said; "Good evening Ms. Mason and Ms. Wells, it's nice to see you again. Welcome to the Goldenrod."

I was walking around the front of the car. Kelly gestured towards me. "Jeff, do you remember my husband, Timothy Jamieson? He was here with me a little over a week ago."

Jeff nodded. "Oh yes, I remember your husband. Everyone at the Goldenrod remembers Mr. Jamieson." He smiled at me. "Good evening Mr. Jamieson, it's nice to see you again."

Smiling, I said; "Thank you Jeff, I'll try to avoid making a scene tonight."

Jeff shook his head. "No Mr. Jamieson, all of us are glad that you did that. The man was a rude bully who enjoyed insulting and tormenting the staff here. Everyone who works at the Goldenrod was ecstatic when you put him in his place. He hasn't been back since that night and none of us miss him."

I wasn't quite sure how I should respond to Jeff's comment. I disliked bullies, but to me challenging them was an evil necessity and not something to be proud about. Earlier that day Mr. Jackson had commented that I didn't seem to be afraid of anything. I had facetiously told him that I was afraid of spiders. In fact that was a lie. I was afraid of lots of things. I just refused to allow my fears to keep me from doing what I believed was right.

I've always been a skinny little wimp. In high school all of my friends were skinny little wimps just like me. One day, during my junior year, five of us were eating lunch in the cafeteria. We were minding our own business when Jerome Tichman and two of his buddies walked up to my friend Ricky Paulson and demanded the cookie Ricky had on his tray. 

An overweight, loud mouthed senior; Jerome was the right offensive tackle on our not very good football team. That was his one and only claim to fame. Ricky was a timid, scrawny little math and computer wizard who just wanted to be left alone. It had taken almost our entire sophomore year to convince Ricky that it would be safe for him to eat his lunch with us in the cafeteria.

I took a quick look around. Two tables away a group of four senior girls were quietly eating lunch. Jerome kept glancing in their direction. I immediately understood. Jerome didn't care about the cookie, he was humiliating Ricky in an attempt to impress the girls.

I knew it wouldn't do any good, but I told Jerome to leave Ricky alone. Jerome laughed and in a loud voice told me to shut the fuck up or he'd take my cookie too.

Now everyone was watching us. 

I stood up. Jerome was a half a head taller than I was and outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds. I was terrified, but I wasn't going to let Jerome humiliate Ricky. At least he wasn't going to do it without a fight. 

Jerome stared at me for a moment and then he asked me what the fuck I was going to do. 

I again told him to leave Ricky alone.

Sneering at me, Jerome reached for Ricky's cookie.

I punched him in the nose. I may have been small, but I was quick. The punch took Jerome by surprise. He dropped to his knees in tears. Blood was running down his chin. His two buddies stepped forward. I put up my fists. It was a futile gesture. The element of surprise was gone. I knew that Jerome's two friends were going to kick my ass, but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. 

Suddenly the two teachers who were on lunchroom duty stepped between us. The confrontation was over. They took us to the office. All four of us were suspended. The assistant principal who suspended me told me that he understood why I'd done what I did, but I'd thrown a punch so I had to go for three days. Those were the rules.

My aunts came to pick me up. I was grounded and had to spend the three days I was suspended from school cleaning the basement and the garage. In their house fighting was not condoned. 

That night I couldn't sleep. As I lay in bed I kept thinking about Jerome. I didn't question my actions. I did what had to be done. I couldn't let him humiliate Ricky. What bothered me was that in defending Ricky I'd humiliated Jerome. I knew that he'd deserved it and he hadn't given me any other choice, but I still felt bad that I'd had to do it.

I smiled at Jeff. "I'm glad that he's not bothering you anymore, but I wish it hadn't happened and I hope that I'll never again find myself in a situation like that one."

Jeff nodded. "Mr. Jamieson, I understand; but tonight, in the Goldenrod, you are still going to be treated like a hero."

As we walked into the restaurant Kelly whispered; "Timmy why did you say that to Jeff? These people want to treat you like a hero, why don't you just enjoy it?"

I stopped and looked at my wife. "Kelly, I wasn't a hero. Heroes are people who rescue old ladies from burning buildings or devote their lives to caring for terminally ill children. That night that man acted like an asshole, but he was still a man. I humiliated him. I grant you that he was trying to humiliate me and he didn't give me any choice, but that doesn't mean that I should feel good about what I had to do to him."

Kelly thought for a moment and then she quietly said, "It was also my childish behavior that created the confrontation. You're right Timmy. You acted admirably and exhibited the strength and character that makes you so attractive to me, but there was nothing that happened that night that anyone should be celebrating."

Mandy looked at both of us. "Would someone please tell me what did happen that night."

Smiling at her, Kelly said; "Why don't we wait until we're seated. I'm sure that it will be brought up again and Tonya, Keisha, Antoine, Kirby and Elvira are all going to want to hear the story too."

Nodding, Mandy said; "Lets go find our friends"

She turned towards the maitre 'd's station, but before she could take a step Kelly said; "Just a minute Mandy. There's something I want to say before we go into the dining room."

Mandy turned around again. "Okay."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy honey, I know it's a hot idea, but I don't want to control your money."

"This seems to be very important to you. Tell me why."

"Babydoll, you've never had anything. You've always had to be careful with money. We may not be billionaires, but now we are wealthy. I want you to be able to enjoy our wealth. I think it's going to be difficult for you to overcome your frugal habits. I'm afraid that it will be even more difficult for you if you have to ask me every time you want to buy something."

I shrugged. "I don't need very much."

Shaking her head in exasperation, Kelly exclaimed; "That attitude is exactly what I'm worried about. Timmy, we're not talking about need, we're talking about want. It's time for you to be able to get some of the things you've always wanted. How many times have you told me that you'd like to learn to play golf. It's time for you to do that. We have the money. I want you to buy a nice set of clubs and take lessons. Timmy I want you to join a country club."

I chuckled. "I'm not sure I'm a country club kind of guy."

"Timmy please be serious. This is important to me. I love you so much and I want you to have all the things you've always wanted."

Smiling, I said; "Okay, over the next few days the three of us can work out a system for managing our money that will work for us."

"Will you promise to buy some of the things you want?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Good!"

"Can I learn to play golf too?"

Kelly and I both looked at Mandy. She was grinning at us.

"Of course you can, but why would you want to?" Kelly was giggling.

Mandy looked puzzled. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I want to?"

"Because both of us already have a hobby that keeps us very busy."

"We do? What is it?"

Winking at Mandy, Kelly said; "Fucking."

All three of us started laughing. 

Mandy wiggled her eyebrows and then in mock seriousness, she said; "You're right, I guess I don't have time for golf."

Kelly turned to John, the maitre 'd. He been waiting patiently for us at his station. As soon as he saw her looking at him, he said; "Good evening Ms. Mason, are you ready to join your friends in the dining room?"

Nodding, Kelly said, "I think we'd better. If we're any later they might decide to give our chairs away to someone else."

Mandy giggled. "I know I'm ready, I'm famished. Let's go eat." She walked right passed John and into the dining room."

John shook his head. 

Kelly looked at him and shrugged. "She never has been bothered by formalities." And then she followed Mandy into the dining room. 

Chuckling, John turned to me. "Mr. Jamieson, may I show you to your table."

I smiled at him. "Thank you John, that would be very nice." As I followed him into the dining room, I added; "I'm impressed that you remembered my name."

He slowed. As soon as I was next to him, he said; "Your last visit here was quite memorable."

"Yes, I'm feeling a little chagrined about my behavior that night. I don't normally act like that."

"Mr. Jamieson, you were provoked. Your response was appropriate."

"Thank you John, I appreciate your understanding."

John shook his head. "Mr. Jamieson, all of us understood. The man was a colossal ass."

I nodded. "Yes, Jeff told me the same thing. Still, I think I'll try very hard tonight to avoid a repeat performance."

John grinned at me. "I think that would be wise."

By the time we arrived at the table Kelly and Mandy were already seated. There was one remaining vacant chair. It was at one end of the table. Antoine was sitting in the chair on the left and Kirby occupied the chair to the right. Ellie was seated next to Kirby. Tonya was to the right of her and Mandy was seated at the other end of the table with Kelly on her right. Keisha was sitting between Antoine and Kelly.

As I sat down I said, "Apparently tonight's seating arrangement is based on gender."

Keisha grinned at me. "Hi Timmy, Antoine is usually the only man at these dinners. We thought he might enjoy a little male conversation."

Antoine smiled. "This is also an opportunity for me to get to know you and Kirby a little better."

A woman in her mid forties wearing a wearing the black skirt, white blouse and black bow tie that was the uniform of the servers at the Goldenrod approached Kelly and Mandy. "Ms. Mason and Ms. Wells, good evening. Can I get you something from the bar?"

I glanced around the table. Everyone else already had cocktails.

Kelly smiled at her. "Good evening Brigitte. Yes please, I'd like a vodka martini with a twist of lemon."

Brigitte looked at Mandy.

Mandy quickly said, "I'll have the same thing."

She walked down to my end of the table. "For you sir?"

I looked at Kelly with a mischievous smile.

She chuckled. We both remembered the game we'd played the last time we had dinner here. Kelly had adopted the role of a dominant spouse and ordered everything for me. Winking at me, she said; "Bunny, you're on your own tonight."

I grinned at Kelly and then I said; "Brigitte, I'd also like a vodka martini with a twist of lemon."

As soon as Brigitte left, Keisha turned to Kelly and asked; "What was that all about?"

Kelly told everyone about our little game. As she was finishing the story Brigitte returned with our drinks. 

After she was gone Mandy shook her head and said, "The two of you are amazingly creative about your sex games. Living with you is going to be delightfully entertaining."

Looking at Mandy, Tonya said; "Living with them? You mean in the house with all of us, right?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes, we'll all be living together in the house, but I've decided that I'd like to have two slaves. Nymph will be living in the same room with Bunny and me."

Raising her eyebrows, Tonya said; "Really, how interesting. It appears that you're embracing your new role as a dominant with relish."

"Yes, I'm finding it to be a very gratifying life style."

Tonya laughed and then she added, "Our need for bedrooms seems to be rapidly diminishing."

Keisha nodded. "Toine and I only need one."

Tonya smiled. "Ellie, Cookie and I have decided to share a room. So there will be eight of us, but we'll only need three bedrooms."

Leaning forward, Antoine interjected; "Three large bedrooms. I think Timmy's idea about finding a house that has enough land so that we can build an addition is still a good idea."

Catching what Tonya had just said, Kelly looked at Elvira and Kirby. "You're going to be living in the house too?"

Elvira glanced at Tonya and then she nervously answered; "Tonya invited us to live with her this afternoon. Cookie and I both accepted. I hope that's all right."

Kelly grinned at her. "It's not just all right, it's wonderful."

Elvira smiled. She was obviously relieved by Kelly reaction.

Mandy said, "I thought you wanted to stay in your house?"

Elvira answered with a sigh. "I did want to do that. The house is filled with wonderful memories. It will be hard to leave it." She looked around the table. "Since I met all of you I feel like I'm starting a new chapter in my life. I'll always cherish Max's memory, but it's time to move on. I'm sure he would want me to do that."

Smiling at Elvira, Kelly said; "My foolish behavior during the last year caused a lot of heartache for both Timmy and me. But if it hadn't occurred, Timmy never would have gone to work at Kirby's and we would never have met the two of you. I guess the cliche is correct. Every cloud has a silver lining."

Tonya held up her cocktail. "A toast to silver linings."

As we were holding up our glasses, Antoine said; "And to our new family. It now seems to be complete."

All of us clinked our glasses and took a drink. After we'd set our cocktails down Tonya said, "Now that we've settled that, I have an important question."

"What is it?" Kelly was looking at her curiously. 

"Did you give Bunny his present?"

Mandy and Kelly both giggled. My face turned beet red. I knew exactly what they were talking about."

Kelly nodded her head. "Oh yes."

"Present? I assume that you're talking about his new car." Antoine was smiling at me.

"We did give him his new car. We rode over here in it, but I don't think that's the gift that Tonnie was asking about." There was a mischievous twinkle in Mandy's eyes.

Looking from Tonya to Mandy and finally to Kelly, Keisha said; "All right, If you're not asking about the car, what gift are you talking about?"

Staring at me, Kelly said; "Mandy and I went shopping this afternoon. We bought a male chastity cage for Timmy."

Keisha gasped. "You didn't! Is he wearing it right now?"

"He certainly is." Kelly picked up her purse, reached inside, took out the small brass key and held it up. "This is the key."

Antoine shook his head. "Holy shit!" He looked at me. "Is it uncomfortable?"

I shrugged. "Not really, it just feels funny."

"I've never seen one, how does it work?"

Kelly smiled. "When Timmy has to go to the men's room, you can go with him."

"I'm going too. I've never seen one either."

Giggling, Tonya said; "Keish, you can't go into the men's room."

Keisha shook her head. "Of course I can. I can't even begin to count the number of blow jobs I've given in the men's rooms of the bars and restaurants in this city."




Courtesan Ch. 37



Kelly laughed. "Maybe we'll all go. That way we can keep Keish under control."

Mandy nodded. "That will also give us an opportunity to see both of them."

Antoine looked at her. "Both of them?"

I suddenly realized that Kirby was staring at the floor and Tonya and Elvira were both smiling.

Tonya proudly announced to the table. "Yes, Cookie is also wearing a cage. Kelly, Mandy, Elvira and I all think it's appropriate and exciting that the two male servants in our department are now both locked in chastity."

Vigorously shaking his head, Antoine said; "There's no way you're going to get me to wear one of those things."

Kelly smiled at him. "Toine, why would we want to do that? You're not a slave, you're a stud. The last thing we'd want to do is lock up your wonderful cock." Giggling, she added; "Besides, I doubt we could find a chastity cage big enough to accommodate that monster between your legs."

Antoine thought for a moment and then he asked, "Mandy's a slave, are you going to make her wear some kind of chastity device too?"

Tonya shook her head. "No, Mandy is a female slave."

"Why should that make any difference?" Antoine was puzzled. I was also curious to hear this explanation.

"Toine." Elvira paused and asked, "May I call you Toine?"

Antoine smiled. "Of course you can. May I call you Ellie?"

Smiling back, she said; "I'd like that very much." And then she said; "Orgasm control and denial, which is of course what were doing to Cookie and Bunny when we lock them up, is a big part of the male submissive fantasy. It's not part of the female submissive fantasy."

Turning to Mandy, Antoine asked; "Is that true?"

Mandy nodded. "Yes it is. First of all, orgasms are much less important to women. Don't get me wrong. We all love an earth shattering climax, but we can have an exciting sexual experience without having an orgasm. For most men, an orgasm is essential for a satisfying sexual experience."

She paused to think. Everyone's attention was focused on her. After a moment she said; "For a submissive, surrendering control is exciting. For dominants, taking control is exciting."

Next the her, Kelly took a deep breath and said; "Oh yes, it certainly is."

Everyone smiled.

Mandy continued. "Ellie was absolutely correct. When we lock Cookie and Bunny in their cages they're surrendering their freedom to have orgasms to us. I also enjoy surrendering power, but because orgasms are less important to me I find it more exciting to surrender power in a different way. I go absolutely wild when Martin blindfolds me and handcuffs me to a bed. I think that bondage is much more stimulating for a female submissive than it is for a male submissive."

Antoine thought for a moment and then he said, "It seems to me that the chastity cage is really just another bondage game."

Mandy considered this observation. After a second, she nodded and said; "Yes, I think that's an accurate interpretation."

Kelly started to giggle.

We all looked at her. 

Mandy asked, "What are you giggling about?"

Grinning, Kelly said; "I just thought of a wonderful game for us to play."

"What is it?" Mandy was clearly very eager to hear about it. I think she loved sex games even more than Kelly and me.

"The next time you, Timmy and I are playing I'm going to lock Timmy in his chastity cage and handcuff you to our bed. Then I'm going to sit on your face and make you lick my ass and my pussy while I watch Timmy fuck you with a big rubber cock."

Tonya clapped her hands in delight. "Kel, you really are the kinkiest person I know."

Keisha laughed. "I want to watch. Maybe you could do it Friday morning before we leave Evergreen."

Antoine shook his head. "I'm not going to Evergreen and I want to see it too."

Kelly looked at Elvira. "Are we free Friday night?"

She shook her head. "No, you're all scheduled to work at the Calvert." She smiled. "But everyone is free Saturday night. Maybe we could have a party. If we do, I also have a request for another kinky scene."

"What is it?" Kelly asked, but it was obvious that everyone wanted to know.

Elvira looked at Keisha. "Would it be all right with you if Toine fucked Tonya?"

Keisha smiled. "Of course it would, but why do you ask?"

"Because I want to play with Kirby's caged penis while I make him watch Antoine cuckold him."

Tonya laughed and then she shook her head. "No Kel, I was wrong. Ellie is the kinkiest person that I know."

Kelly turned to Elvira and gave her a slight bow. "Ellie, I acknowledge you as the queen of kink."

We all laughed.

Antoine raised his glass. "To Ellie, the grand dame of our new family."

Again we clinked and drank. This dinner had turned into a celebration. We were a group that had much to celebrate. Recently life had been very good to all of us.

As soon as we set our glasses down Brigitte appeared to take our dinner orders. I suspect that she'd been watching us, waiting for a break in the conversation so that she wouldn't disturb us. She was a good server and the Goldenrod was a well operated restaurant.

We were an easy group, we all ordered small filets and Caesar salads. Kirby had started to order a larger steak, but as soon as he spoke Elvira poked him in the ribs. My friend was on a very strict diet. At first I was surprised that Antoine also opted for the small steak. He was a big man, he could have easily eaten a large meal. After thinking about it for a moment it made sense. If a woman was going to have a fantasy fling with a well endowed black man she would want him to be trim and fit.

The salads arrived quickly and shortly after we'd finished them Brigitte and two bus boys appeared with our steaks. While we ate Tonya outlined her plans for the reorganization of the hostess program. As I listened to her my previous impression of Tonya was reinforced. She certainly was a beautiful blond who had spent most of her professional life working as an escort, but she was much more than that. She was also a very bright woman and a skilled administrator. Working for her was going to be exciting.

As soon as we had all finished our dinners Tonya asked for the bill. The question of dessert was never raised. Maintaining a trim figure was a professional necessity for Kelly, Tonya, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine. The five of them were regulars at the Goldenrod. The staff knew that dessert was never a consideration.

After dinner we adjourned to the bar. Kelly, Tonya, Mandy and Keisha were all scheduled to entertain men later that evening, so alcohol consumption was restricted to one cocktail before dinner and a cognac and coffee after dinner. They preferred to have their coffee and cognac in the relaxed atmosphere of the cocktail lounge.

As soon as we were seated a blond about the same age as Tonya approached our table. I recognized her immediately. I'd met her on my previous visit to the Goldenrod.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite group of incorrigible sluts."

Everyone smiled at her. 

Tonya said, "Hi Traci, how are you tonight?"

Traci shrugged. "About the same, life as a cocktail waitress is pretty uneventful." She glanced at me. "Kelly's husband created the only drama this place has seen in the last month."

Kelly grinned "That's my Babydoll's trademark. Where ever he goes he leaves a trail of chaos and confusion.

Everyone laughed. I stared at the floor slowly shaking my head.

"I might have a little excitement for you." 

Traci looked at Tonya. "Really?"

"Yes, we're going to be very busy over the next two weeks. Would you be interested in helping us out?"

I remembered Kelly telling me that Traci used to be an escort and that she occasionally worked for the firm when they needed an extra hostess.

Traci smiled. "I'm ready, willing and eager; just let me know who, when and where."

"It will be for a couple of parties out at Eagle Lake and I think we'll want to fly you down to Evergreen with us at least one time."

Traci's face lit up. "I love going to Evergreen. When can you let me know? I'll need to arrange for the time off from my job here?"

"Ellie will call you Friday with the schedule." Tonya paused for a moment and then she shook her head. "I'm sorry, how rude of me. You haven't met either Ellie or Kirby." Gesturing towards Elvira, she said; "Traci Dylan this is Elvira Higgins. Elvira is my new administrative assistant."

Traci smiled. "Hi Elvira, it's nice to meet you."

Elvira nodded to her. "It's nice to meet you too Traci. It sounds like we'll be working together."

"I hope so, I love working for the firm."

"Next to Ellie is our new Lincoln driver, Kirby Lundquist." Tonya was looking at Kirby.

Traci smiled at him. "Kirby, it's also a pleasure to meet you." Turning back to Tonya, she added; "He's cute."

Kirby blushed.

Tonya grinned at Traci. "Yes, I think he is too."

Raising her eyebrows, Traci asked; "Really, have you already staked your claim?"

"Ellie and I have both staked our claims."

Traci looked at Elvira again. She was clearly reappraising the older woman.

"Would you like to join the three of us for a little party some evening." There was a suggestive tone in Tonya's voice.

I glanced at Kirby. He was totally dumbfounded. Next to him Elvira was giggling. She was clearly enjoying her good friends discomfort.

Traci looked at Ellie and Kirby for a moment and then she said, "Yes, I think I would enjoy that very much."

Smiling, Tonya turned to Elvira. "Is this all right with you Ellie?"

Nodding, Elvira said; "Yes, I think it would be fun, but..." She looked at Traci. "Are you sure you want to party with an old lady?"

Traci laughed. "Ellie," She paused. "May I call you Ellie?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Ellie, I've been around the block more than just a few times and I've met a lot of young pretty girls and young pretty boys who weren't worth a damn in bed. I've learned that great sex comes from the soul and honey it looks to me like you and that sweet man sitting next to you are overflowing with soul."

Elvira nodded in agreement and then she smiled. "Traci, Cookie and I would love to party with you." She poked Kirby in the ribs. " Wouldn't we Cookie?"

Kirby looked frantically at Tonya. She was giggling, so was Traci. Actually Elvira, Keisha, Kelly, Mandy, Antoine and I were all giggling too. Realizing that he was on his own Kirby bit his lower lip and quietly said; "Yes, Ellie I would love to party with Traci."

Laughing, Tonya said to Traci. "As you can see, our sweet boy is a little shy."

Winking at Kirby, Traci said; "I absolutely adore shy men."

Tonya giggled. "Ellie and I do too. I'll call you and set up a date."

Shifting to a more professional demeanor, Traci asked; "Are you going to have your usual cognac and coffee?"

Tonya nodded. 

Traci looked around the table. "All of you?"

There was a general murmur of agreement.

She smiled. "I'll be right back with it."

As soon as Traci was gone Kelly glanced around the table and said; "I think Traci knows the people that our Realtor, Barry was telling us about last week."

"Really, why do you say that Kel?" There was a hint of excitement in Keisha's voice.

Tonya laughed. "Toine, I think your girlfriend was captivated by our Realtor's big cock."

"She does have a thing for large male organs." Antoine was chuckling. After a second he added, "And it's a damn good thing for me that she does."

Keisha laid her head on Antoine's shoulder. "I'd love you even if you had a tiny cock like Timmy's."

Antoine shook his head. "If I had a tiny cock like Timmy's you'd probably make me where a chastity cage just like his."

"Damn right I would and I'd be fucking a whole crowd of other guys too."

Kelly shook her head. "Keish honey, you're already fucking a whole crowd of other guys."

Giggling, Keisha said; "Oops, that's right; I guess I am."

Tonya smiled at her friend. "The difference is that if Antoine had a tiny dick he'd probably be spending a whole lot more time licking your pussy."

Keisha flashed Tonya a lascivious grin. "He already does that. Toine loves to eat pussy just as much as Timmy."

Tonya looked at Kirby. "Did you hear that Cookie. You have nothing to be ashamed about. You already knew that Timmy loves to eat pussy, now you know that Antoine does too."

Kelly turned to Tonya. "Was your boy a little shy about going down on you?"

Both Tonya and Elvira vigorously shook their heads. 

Tonya said, "No, he loves giving both Ellie and me head. He's just a little apprehensive about what other men would think about it."

Elvira nodded. "All his old navy buddies used to joke about guys who were carpet munchers." She giggled. "Of course both Tonnie and I shave our carpets, so I don't see why that's an issue."

We all started laughing. 

Antoine smiled at Kirby. "Kirb, if you show me a guy who doesn't eat his wife." He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'll steal her from him."

Keisha leaned over and kissed Antoine's cheek. "That's my man."

"Why do you think Traci knows Barry's friends?" Tonya was looking at Kelly.

"Because the last time we were here she told us that she knew April Hansen, and April was one of the women Barry was telling us about."

Traci reappeared. Two bus boys were following her. One was carrying a tray with eight coffee cups and a large urn. The other bus boy was carrying a tray of eight cognac glasses, each filled with a generous measure of amber liquid. The bus boys quickly set a coffee cup and glass of cognac in front of each of us while Traci followed them filling our cups with steaming black coffee. 

As they were doing that, Tonya asked; "Traci, do you know Barry Dunlap?"

Traci smiled when she heard the name. After a brief pause, she said; "Yes, he was the Realtor for a group of my friends. He found two houses for them." She laughed. "Now that's a group of people who really know how to throw a party. Barry's fucked me during several of their parties. Do you know him?"

Tonya nodded. "Yes, he's our Realtor. We're trying to buy a house together." Tonya turned to Kelly, Keisha and Mandy. "I guess Barry wasn't just blowing smoke."

Traci laughed. "No I'm sure he wasn't. I don't think it would be possible to exaggerate the stories about the sex parties that Brenda and her group throw." She waited while the second bus boy placed a silver cream and sugar set on the table. As soon as he was gone she looked at all of us and quietly said; "They're all dominant women who are married to submissive men. At their parties their husbands act as slaves while they entertain a group of other men." Laughing, she added; "And these women really know how to entertain a group of men."

Kelly shook her head. "We have got to meet these people."

Traci shrugged. "I could easily set up an introduction. Just give me a call. They're nice people. You have a lot in common with them. I'm sure you'd like each other."

Tonya looked at Keisha, Mandy, Elvira and Kelly. They all nodded. Turning back to Traci, she said; "I think we might have to take you up on that offer." 

After giving Tonya a quick nod, Traci glanced around the room. While it was clear that she was enjoying her time with us, she was a good waitress and she knew that other customers also needed her. A group of four businessmen three tables away were waving at her in an attempt to get her attention. Smiling sheepishly, she said; "Oops, I seem to be neglecting my other tables. I'd better get going." She looked at Elvira. "Call me about working for the firm. Tonya has my number."

Elvira smiled at her. "I call you Friday afternoon."

Traci smiled back and then she hurried over to the table of businessmen and immediately started flirting with them. She was good, it was only a few seconds before they were all laughing and teasing her.

We spent the next half hour sipping cognac and coffee while we chatted. At first we talked about this wild group of women that Traci and Barry both knew, but the conversation quickly shifted to our future. We had become a group of very close friends and we were all eagerly looking forward to working and living together.

At eight o'clock Tonya sighed and said, "This has been wonderful, but were scheduled to meet our associates in about an hour. It's time for us to get back to the office and get ready." She stood up. Everyone followed her lead. We were close friends, but now we were back in work mode and Tonya was our leader. 

On the way out of the restaurant Tonya stopped by the maitre 'd station. John had our bill waiting for her. She signed it. Apparently the firm was paying for our dinner. JTandR was providing to us with a very luxurious life style.

Kirby's Lincoln and my new Ford Escape were waiting for us when we walked out of the restaurant. John must have notified Jeff as soon as he saw us preparing to leave the cocktail lounge.

Tonya, Ellie, Keisha and Antoine rode back to the Whetmore Building with Kirby. Mandy and Kelly went with me. While we were riding the elevator up to the fifty-second floor I noticed a change in my wife. She was preoccupied and seemed a little distant. I understood immediately. Kelly was already aroused. She was about to meet a man, a man who was unknown to her. Sex was an adventure for my wife and the prospect of a new encounter excited her. 

As soon as we entered the hallway where our offices were located Kelly stopped and turned to Mandy. "I'll meet you out here at 8:40."

Mandy nodded. "I'll be here."

Kelly then smiled at me. "Come on Timmy, you can hang out with me while I get ready."

I glanced at my watch. It was 8:25. I followed Kelly into her office. She immediately took off her suit jacket and handed it to me. "Be a dear and hang this up for me. I don't want it to get wrinkled."

I took it from her. As I was hanging the suit jacket in her closet I heard her bathroom door close. A moment later the toilet flushed and then I heard the sound of Kelly brushing her teeth. 

After another minute the door opened again and Kelly emerged from her bathroom. Smiling she said, "Timmy, the little details like making sure my breath is clean and fresh can be the difference between a night of so so sex and a truly memorable experience. When I entertain a man I want him to have an experience that he'll remember and cherish for the rest of his life."

As I considered what my wife had just said I felt a burst of pride. I grinned at her. "I really am married to a great courtesan."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she said, "Timmy that was a very nice thing to say to me."

I shrugged. "It's just the truth."

Smiling, Kelly said, "A great courtesan, I like the sound of that. Timmy that is exactly what I want to be."

"It's what you already are."

Kelly paused for a second. She was thinking about what I'd just said. Finally she asked; "Timmy is that all right? I mean can you be proud of a wife who excels at making love to other men?" She was watching my reaction to her question very closely.

I knew the answer. There wasn't any doubt in my mind. Still I paused before I responded. I wanted Kelly to know that I wasn't just saying words. After a moment I stared into her eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason I can and I am."

Kelly grinned at me.

I quickly added, "Now I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Can you be proud of a man who's goal is be the faithful and loyal slave of a great courtesan?"

Kelly took a deep breath. My question had obviously excited her. After a moment she leaned over, kissed my cheek and breathlessly answered; "Yes Timmy, if my slave is loyal and diligent and if he devotes himself to serving me faithfully; I will always be very proud of him. " She giggled. "Every great courtesan needs a faithful and loyal slave."

I smiled at Kelly and tried to put my arms around her. I wanted a hug. She pushed me away. Waving a finger at me, she said; "Not now babydoll, you might muss my hair or my makeup. I have to be perfect for Kevin."




Courtesan Ch. 37



I politely bowed my head. "Of course Ms. Mason, I understand."

Still grinning, Kelly patted my cheek and said; "Bunny I can't begin to describe how excited I am right now."

Staring into Kelly's eyes, I said in a very serious tone; "I'm just as excited as you are Ms. Mason."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy I love you so much. Our life is going to be wonderful." 

I nodded. "Yes it is."

Kelly glanced at her watch and then looked up at me with an expression of urgency. "Timmy, it's 8:30. Fetch my suit jacket while I make sure my hair and makeup are perfect."

I went into her closet and retrieved Kelly's jacket. When I returned she was seated at her makeup table touching up her lipstick. As soon as she was done she stood up, turned around and struck an alluring pose. "Do you think Kevin will approve?"

I laughed. "He'd have to be a blind fool to not approve."

Kelly giggled. "You're sweet." Then she walked over and turned so that her back was to me. "My jacket Bunny."

A surge of excitement rippled through me as I helped my courtesan slip into her suit coat.

Kelly quickly checked herself in the full length mirror next to her office door. After straightening the collar of her blouse she grabbed her purse. "Come on Bunny, it's time for me to go."

As I followed my wife I realized that since we'd returned from dinner her demeanor had been undergoing a gradual change. Now, as we stepped into the hallway I sensed that Kelly wasn't my wife anymore and I wasn't her husband. She was now a courtesan preparing to entertain a wealthy nobleman and I was her loyal slave who's only purpose was to assist her in that endeavor. 

I knew that later, after her return from her liaison, Kelly would again become my wife and I would be her husband; but I understood that until that time all of her skills, energy and attention would be devoted to entertaining the lucky man who'd been assigned to her for the evening.

Tonya, Mandy, Keisha, Elvira and Kirby were waiting for Kelly in the hallway. As soon as she saw my wife, Tonya said; "All right, let's go to work."

I watched as Kelly followed her coworkers down the hallway. She was now so absorbed by the task ahead of her that she didn't even think about glancing back at me and saying good bye. I wasn't offended or hurt. In fact, I was proud. I understood. It was this incredible ability to focus all of her attention on the man that she was about to entertain that made my wife such a great courtesan.



Courtesan Ch. 38



This is the thirty-eighth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.




After everyone was gone Elvira and I went into our office. Elvira walked over to her desk and sat down. "Timmy, let's take a look at the schedule for the next week. You'll need to request the files on the associates we'll be entertaining. We'll want you to start writing your reports as soon as we get back from Evergreen."

I nodded. "That's good idea Ellie." I pulled up a chair next to her. She outlined the schedule while I took notes. I quickly realized that over the next several weeks the hostesses were going to be very busy.

At nine o'clock Kirby returned. When he walked into the office Elvira looked up at him with a smile. "Hi Cookie, did you get the girls to the Calvert?"

"Yes I did. By now, everybody should be with their associates."

"Good."

Kirby sat down at his desk. Elvira and I went back to working on the schedule. 

After about a minute I happened to glance over at my big friend. He was nervously rolling a pen back and forth across the top of his desk. I smiled. I was well acquainted with the turmoil he was experiencing at this moment. 

I tapped the back of Elvira's hand. As soon as I had her attention I pointed at Kirby. Immediately recognizing what was occurring, she stood up and walked over to her friend. I followed her.

Elvira stood next to Kirby and gently rubbed his shoulder. "Cookie, this is difficult for you, isn't it."

Kirby looked up at her and slowly nodded his head. "I love her and knowing where she is and what she's doing." He sighed. "It's hard, really hard."

I sat down in one of the chairs next to his desk. "I think the waiting has to be one of the hardest parts of being a cuckold."

Kirby laughed. "You can say that again."

Elvira squeezed Kirby's shoulder. "My Max used to say the same thing. When I was out with another man, the waiting was always the hardest part for him."

Shaking his head, Kirby said, "I can't stop picturing what she must be doing with that guy right now." He turned to me. "Timmy, how do you deal with it?"

I shrugged, "It is hard. I miss being with Kelly when she's out." I thought for a moment and then I said, "I guess my real secret is that I don't try to force the images of what Kelly and her date are doing out of my mind."

"What do you mean?"

Next to Kirby Elvira was smiling. She slowly nodded her head. "Cookie honey, you and Timmy are cuckolds. Don't fight it, enjoy it."

"That's right Kirby, close your eyes and think about Tonya. Remember how beautiful she is when she's naked."

Elvira leaned over and whispered into Kirby's ear. "The man Tonya is entertaining tonight is a fifty-four year old businessman from St. Louis. His name is Quentin Davis. He's about six feet tall and keeps himself in excellent shape. This is the first time one of our hostesses has entertained him, so we don't have any information about the size of his cock." She smiled. "I think we should assume that it's very big and gets very hard."

Elvira winked at me.

I nodded to her and said; "Kirby, by now Quentin is lying on the hotel room bed naked. His head is propped up by several pillows. Tonya is kneeling next to him. She's also naked. Think about her beautiful huge breasts. I'll bet Quentin is playing with them right now."

Kirby took a deep breath.

"That's right Cookie, at this very moment Tonya is sucking her stud's big cock while he plays with those breasts you love so much."

Elvira nodded to me. It was my turn, but I hesitated. We were trying to help Kirby, but suddenly I felt like we might be badgering him, torturing him. Noticing my hesitation and immediately understanding my concern Ellie gave her head a slight shake and subtly wiggled her fingers to prompt me to continue.

I trusted her sense. "Kirby, you know that little thing that Tonnie does with her tongue when she's giving a blow job?"

He nodded.

"Imagine how much Quentin must be enjoying that right now."

Suddenly I saw a smile form at the corners of my friend's mouth and then his left hand unconsciously drifted to his crotch.

Elvira gently pushed it away. "No, no little cuckboy; right now Quentin is the only one who's allowed any pleasure." She giggled. "That's why you have to wear a cock cage. You're a naughty little cuckboy and Ms. Lewis can't trust you to behave while she's out enjoying herself."

The slight smile on Kirby's face turned into a huge grin. He looked at Ellie and then at me. "You two really do understand this fantasy, don't you."

I laughed. "Yes Kirby, we do."

Kirby was quiet for a moment. It was apparent that he was thinking about something. Finally he said, "Timmy, why are we like this? I mean why do we get excited when we think about the women we love in the arms of other men."

I shook my head. "I don't know Kirb. I've thought about it a lot. It doesn't make any sense, but..."

"Timmy it doesn't have to make sense. It just is." 

Kirby and I both looked at Elvira.

She continued. "The problem doesn't lie with us. It rests with all the rigid, narrow minded people in our culture who demand that everyone else be exactly like them."

Kirby laughed. "You're talking about the guys on my ship who used to say that any man who gave a woman oral sex was a carpet munching wimp."

Elvira nodded. "That's right. Max and I used to spend hours talking about this. I kept trying to understand why was I a slut who spread her legs for every man I met." She paused for a moment and then she started to grin. "Max used to get so mad at me when he heard me say something like that. He'd tell me, Ellie you're not a slut. You're a very passionate woman who enjoys sex with a variety of partners. He was such a sweet heart. Then he would go on to tell me that he wasn't a cuckold wimp, he was just a man who loved seeing his very passionate wife enjoy herself."

I smiled at Ellie. "I wish I could have met him."

"I wish you could have too. He would have liked both of you very much and you would have liked him. He was well grounded and like the two of you, so very wise." She sighed. "He used to tell me that our only sin was being different. We didn't conform to the accepted code of behavior for married couples in our culture. 

She shook her head. "People can be so rigid and so eager to condemn. Women who enjoy sex are sluts. Men who enjoy sex with other men are faggots. Men who enjoy dominant women are wimps or pussies."

Kirby laughed. "An assertive woman is a bitch or a ball buster and women who have sex with other women are dykes"

Shaking my head, I said. "We spend so much time and emotional effort worrying about conforming to the narrow standards set by these small minded, dogmatic chauvinists. Most of the problems Kelly and I had over the past year were the result of her attempts to conform to the standards of marriage dictated to her by her mother and her sisters."

Elvira smiled at us. "My Max used to say, What consenting adults do in private is their own business and definitely no one elses."

I thought about all of this for a moment and then I said, "I do wonder about my masochism and Kelly's sadism and my submissive desires and the excitement Kelly feels when she's in a dominant role. Why do I so desperately want to be her slave?"

Elvira shrugged. "Timmy honey, why are any of us the way we are. We just are. If you want to be a slave and the woman your with wants you to be her slave, then you should be. I do have to say that your slavery with Kelly is actually pretty benign. Kelly plays games with you, but it's very clear that she loves you and she always treats you with consideration and respect. You do most of the household chores, but I think that's mostly because you enjoy doing them."

I smiled. "You're right about that. I love to cook and clean."

Kirby nodded. "And in our culture that makes you a pussy wimp."

All three of us laughed.

After a moment Ellie said; "As far as being you being a masochist and Kelly being a sadist, you enjoy being taunted and humiliated; but Kelly never really hurts you. Has she ever whipped you?"

"No, but she's talked about wanting to do it."

"Do you think you might enjoy it?"

"The idea scares me a little, but it also excites me."

"I like it when you and Tonya take turns whipping me."

I turned and stared at Kirby. "They do?"

Kirby's face turned red. Obviously that frank admission had just slipped out.

Elvira laughed. "Yes we do and all three of us love it." She looked at Kirby. "Cookie honey, you know that Tonnie and I would never actually injure you."

Kirby nodded. "Yes, I know that."

Elvira shrugged. "We enjoy it and no one is getting hurt, so tell me, where is the harm?"

I thought about all of this for a moment and then I asked, "Ellie, did you whip Max?"

Elvira nodded. "Yes I did. He was like Cookie, he loved it." Elvira closed her eyes. It looked like she was reliving an exciting memory. After a moment she said in a breathless voice, "So did I."

I smiled at her. "Max was your slave. Isn't that correct?"

"Yes, he used to tell me that living as my slave was the only way he could truly express the depth of his love for me."

"Wow, that's a pretty romantic."

"Max was a very romantic man."

"Could you tell us about him? Don't try to do it if you think it would be too painful; but if you feel up to it, I would love to hear about him. It sounds like Max was a wonderful man."

"He was a wonderful man and I'd love to tell you some stories about him." Elvira smiled. "Actually I guess they'll be about both of us."

For the next hour Kirby and I listened with rapt attention as Elvira told us stories about her life with Max. Some of her stories made us laugh, some of them made us cry and some of them excited us. 

Elvira's last story was about a night Max served as the bartender at a wife swapping party that she'd attended with her boy friend of the moment. As soon as she was finished telling the story she glanced up at the clock. It was almost eleven. Sighing, she said; "I could go on all night about my life with Max, but we have obligations." She looked at Kirby. "Cookie, it's time for you to get over to the Calvert with the Lincoln. We don't want the girls have to wait for you to come and get them."

Kirby stood up. As he was putting on his suit jacket he said, "Ellie thanks for telling us about Max. I wish I could have known him."

She stood up and walked over to her good friend. After kissing his cheek, she said; "Thanks Cookie, he would have liked both of you." Then she slapped his butt. "Now get moving. I promise you that if one of our girls has to stand out in the cold for even a minute waiting for you, you'll be treated to a lengthy session with my riding crop as soon as we get home. Do you understand me."

Kirby bowed. "Yes Ms. Ellie, I do. I promise that I'll be waiting for everyone of the women as they come out of the hotel."

"Very good Cookie."

Kirby bowed again and then he walked out the door. As soon as he was gone Elvira turned to me and smiled. "Bunny, Cookie is even more submissive than you are."

Elvira and I sat down at our desks. I put away everything I'd been working on that day and made a list of the files I'd need when I returned to work on Friday afternoon.

At 11:35 Kirby walked back into the office. Tonya, Kelly, Mandy and Keisha were right behind him.

Elvira looked up at them with a puzzled expression. "How did all four of you manage to finish at exactly the same time?"

Tonya smiled. "Our associates are all part of the same investment group. They have an important meeting with John and Martin at 7:30 tomorrow morning. They think it's essential that they all be fresh and clear headed, so before they met us they agreed that they'd all be back in their own hotel rooms by 11:30. Mandy and Keisha finished with their men first and they waited in the bar for Kelly and me."

Looking around at all of us, Tonya shifted to a more businesslike voice; "We have a very big day tomorrow, so I suggest that we call it a night right now. Our plane leaves at nine. Each of you has a Lincoln scheduled to pick you up at 7:00. Elvira will have Timmy's report about each of our associates with her on the plane in the morning. That will give us an opportunity to review them during the flight to Charleston."

Returning to a more casual and friendly tone of voice, she added; "I'm excited. I think that with the recent changes and the addition of Ellie, Kirby and Timmy we've become a very strong team. We're also a group of good friends. I had a wonderful time at dinner tonight. Working together is going to be fun"

There was a general murmur of agreement.

She smiled at all of us. "Goodnight everybody. Get a good night's sleep, the men we're going to entertain tomorrow love to party." 

We all nodded to her. 

Looking at Elvira and Kirby, Tonya said; "Let's go home." And then she turned, Kirby and Elvira followed her out the door. As they left both of them waved goodbye to us.

All four of us waved to them and then Keisha turned to Kelly, Mandy and me. "I'm going too. Antoine's at home. I want to have a little fun with him before we have to go to sleep." 

Kelly smiled. "Good night Keish, we'll see you on the plane in the morning." 

Mandy grinned at her. "Give Toine's cock a big kiss for me."

Giggling as she walked out the door, Keisha said; "I'll kiss his balls for you too."

We all laughed.

As soon as Keisha was gone Kelly looked at Mandy. "Are you going back to your townhouse tonight?"

"Yes, my Jaguar is here and I want to get it into my garage at home before we leave tomorrow morning. I also need to pick up a couple of things for the trip." She hesitated for a moment. Finally in a very cautious voice she asked. "Were you two really serious about me living with you?"

Kelly nodded. "I know I was. We're good friends and I feel like we fit together very nicely. I think we'd make a wonderful threesome." She turned to me. "Are you okay with this Timmy?"

"Yes, I'd like it very much."

Mandy grinned at us. "Could I move in with you on Saturday?"

Kelly looked at me. I nodded my approval. Turning back to Mandy, she said; "We'll help you move."

"I won't have to bring very much; just some clothes, my makeup and a few other things. Should I bring a dresser?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she said, "I think that might be a good idea. We have a big bedroom, there's plenty of space."

Mandy giggled. "Living with you guys is going to be so much fun. It's almost like I'm going to be part of a family again."

Kelly walked over to Mandy and hugged her. Mandy hugged her back. As they held each other the intensity of their embrace grew. After a moment Mandy looked up at my wife. Kelly smiled at her and then she leaned over and kissed her on the lips. As they kissed Kelly gently pushed Mandy to her knees. Staring down at her she raised the hem of her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties. I assumed that she'd left them with Kevin.

Mandy looked at my wife's shaved cunt and smiled. "May I please be allowed to give my new mistress a proper kiss."

"Yes Nymph, you may; but just a kiss. Kevin's semen is still in me and I want it to be a treat for Bunny when we get home."

Nodding, Mandy said; "I understand Mistress, I'll be careful." She leaned forward. 

My wife sighed as she felt her new slave press her lips against the cleft of her pussy.

Mandy held her kiss for a moment and then she once again looked up at Kelly. "Mistress Kelly, I understand that I now belong to you, but I have a request."

"Go ahead Nymph, you have my permission to ask."

"I would appreciate it if you would occasionally loan me to Master Martin. "

Kelly smiled at Mandy. "Of course Nymph, Master Martin can have you whenever it pleases him."

Mandy bowed. "Thank you Mistress Kelly. " Then she looked up at Kelly with a huge grin. "Kel, living with you and Timmy is going to be so much fun."

Kelly giggled. "Yes, it certainly is." She let go of the hem of her skirt and helped Mandy to her feet. 

Once Mandy was standing, Kelly said; "We'll walk to the parking ramp with you. Do you need to stop at your office before we leave?"

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "No, I have everything I need."

Kelly smiled, "Then let's go."

It was late. When we passed through the main office the night receptionist was the only person we saw. The elevator came quickly. 

The street in front of the Whetmore building was deserted. The night was cold, there was a biting November wind. We huddled together as we hurried to the shelter of the parking ramp. 

My new Escape was parked next Mandy's Jaguar. After saying good night we followed our close friend out of the parking ramp. 

It had been a long and eventful day. Kelly and I were tired, but I was curious to hear about the background of some of the things that had happened that day. As we were driving out of downtown, I asked; "When did you first hear about Martin's plans for Kirby's store and Ellen's newspaper?"

"Yesterday morning." Kelly shook her head. "I'm sorry Timmy, I couldn't say anything. Martin demanded total secrecy until all the details of the various agreements had been finalized. That's his business style. He only told me because he wanted to get some sense about how you'd react to his intervention. He's finding you to be a very difficult person to gauge."

I laughed. "I guess I'll take that as a compliment. When did you find out about his plan to offer me a job. Was that yesterday too?"

"No sweetheart, I learned about that last Monday evening. Do you remember me telling you about the big dinner meeting we had at the Goldenrod?"'

"Yes I do."

"That was also when I learned that Martin was planning to hire Kirby and Elvira."

I smiled at her. "He wouldn't let you say anything until everything was in place."

"That's right. I'm sorry Timmy, I know I promised you that I'd never again keep a secret from you, but I didn't know what else to do and this wasn't about something bad."

I reached over and patted Kelly's thigh. "It's okay. You're right, keeping a secret about something that's good is much different than trying to hide something bad."

We spent the rest of the drive home talking about Mandy; Keisha and Antoine; Tonya, Kirby and Elvira and of course the house. We were both very excited about the house. 

As we pulled into our garage, Kelly said; "Timmy tomorrow, after we get to South Carolina, I'd like to call Barry and try to set up some appointments to look at houses on Saturday morning. Would that be okay?"

"Yes, I think that's a very good idea."

"Good." 

Kelly got of the car. As she ran into the house, she said; "Come on Timmy. When Mandy kissed my pussy, she made me really horny. I want to play for a little while before we go to sleep."

I smiled as I followed Kelly into the house. She had just spent two hours fucking another man and she was still horny. My wife had an insatiable desire for sex. I was a very lucky husband.

I passed through the kitchen and the dining room into the living room. Kelly was leaning against the frame of the doorway to the short hall that led to the bedrooms and den. "Bunny take off your clothes and meet me in my bedroom. You're a slave, don't forget your place. Be sure to knock before you enter. 

I was excited, but I was also responsible. We were going to South Carolina in the morning. I needed to pack a bag. "Ms. Mason..."




Courtesan Ch. 38



Holding up her hand, Kelly interrupted me."Bunny, I think I prefer Mistress Kelly. That was the way Nymph was addressing me in the office. It has a nice ring to it. Tomorrow, while I'm working, you will address me as Mistress Melody."

I had to admit that I liked Mistress Kelly better too. I smiled to myself. It was taking a little time for us to figure out all of this domination stuff, but we were gradually getting it. I suspected that when Mandy moved in we'd get a crash course.

"Bunny, you were about to ask a question."

"Yes Ms. Mas...er Mistress Kelly."

"Are you nervous Bunny?" 

Before I could answer Kelly flashed me a menacing smile and added, "You should be, I'm feeling very dominant right now."

Her words sent a shiver of excitement through my loins.

"Your question Bunny, what is it?"

"Ms. Mason, I mean Mistress Kelly; we're going to South Carolina early tomorrow morning. I think I should pack my bag before we start fooling around."

Slipping out of character for a moment Kelly shook her head and said in a very gentle voice. "Timmy you don't have to worry about anything. This morning I gave all of your sizes to Elvira. She emailed them to the staff at Evergreen. By the time we get there everything you need will be in our bedroom."

"Clothing, a tooth brush, everything?"

Kelly grinned at my amazement. "Yes Timmy, everything. The firm is very thorough."

"We have a bedroom there?"

"Actually, I have a bedroom there, but since you're now traveling with me and you're my husband, it's become our bedroom." Shaking her head Kelly added, "I'm afraid that you'll probably be spending more time in it than I will. I'm fairly certain that these guys from Boston are going to keep me busy for most of the night."

"You just called our bedroom here your bedroom."

Kelly giggled. "Yes I did, and for the next hour it is going to be MY bedroom." She emphasized the word, my. "Now slave, do you have any more questions or can we get down to business?"

I smiled. "We can get down to business."

"Good, get your clothes off and join me in MY bedroom." Again Kelly emphasized the word, my."

I bowed politely and said, "Yes Ms. Ma...er Mistress Kelly. 

Kelly nodded and then she turned and disappeared down the hallway.

I quickly removed all of my clothing. As I pulled my panties down I glanced at the chastity cage I was wearing. It looked strange, but I had to admit that once I got used to its presence it really hadn't been much of a problem. 

Trying to urinate had been a bit of a challenge. The first time I had to go I tried to use a urinal. It worked, but it wasn't easy. I had a little trouble controlling the stream and I was worried about spraying my trousers. The fact that I was wearing women's panties made it even more difficult. They don't have an opening in the front so I had to hold them down with one hand while I tried to control my plastic encased penis with the other. The second time I had to go I chose to sit down. It felt funny, even a little humiliating to have to pee like a girl, but it was better than dribbling on the front of my pants.

I stepped out of my panties and laid them on the arm of the chair next to my slacks, shirt and socks. As I walked to Kelly's bedroom I wondered how much longer I'd have to wear the chastity cage. Now that I was starting to get aroused it was becoming a little uncomfortable. My tiny penis was trying to grow and there wasn't enough space for it to comfortably expand.

When I got to the bedroom door it was closed. I knocked as instructed.

Inside, I heard my wife's voice. "Yes."

"It's Bunny Mistress Kelly. May I come in?"

"Yes Bunny, you may enter."

I opened the door and I stepped into the bedroom. My wife was standing next to the bed. She was still fully dressed.

She looked at me for a moment and then she licked her lips. "Bunny seeing you naked with your cock locked in it's cage is so hot. Next week, when I have a night off, I want to invite Chris over for dinner. I'll make you wait on us just like you are right now. Think about it Bunny. Just imagine how humiliating it will be for you to have to serve Chris and me while we're fully dressed and you're naked with your little cock locked in that cage." 

My breath caught. Kelly's image was unbelievably exciting. 

Kelly smiled when she noticed my reaction. It was a wicked smile. She raised the hem of her skirt and started rubbing her naked pussy. "After dinner we'll retire to my bedroom. I'll make you kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while Chris fucks me until we're both too exhausted to move." 

Shaking her head in mock sympathy, Kelly said, "And all you'll be able to do is rub the plastic sleeve covering your little pee pee. It will be so frustrating for you." She said the words in a tone of voice a mother would use when speaking to her little boy,

My wife was doing a wonderful job of playing her role so I responded by trying to play mine just as well. I meekly stared at the floor and said, "Please Mistress Kelly, I beg you not to make me do that."

That made Kelly giggle. She wiggled her finger at me and said, "Come over here Timmy."

Being careful to keep my eyes submissively averted, I walked over to my wife.

Kelly laughed. "Damn Timmy, you're even better at this game than I am."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Mistress Kelly, that is very high praise."

Kelly hugged me. As she held me in her arms, she giggled; "Timmy I have so much fun when we play that it's hard to stay in character."

"I know. I sometimes have the same problem."

"I want to keep playing."

"So do I."

"Okay, I have to concentrate for a second." Kelly closed her eyes for a moment. As soon as she reopened them she took a deep breath and said, "Undress me slave." Her voice was now authoritative and demanding.

I quickly removed Kelly's clothes. Once she was naked she sat down on the edge of the bed and waited while I hung everything in her closet. When I returned I stood in front of her with my head bowed.

Kelly let a few seconds pass and then she said, "Look at me slave."

I looked up. Kelly had spread her legs and was lewdly rubbing her cunt. Her finger glistened with the moisture of her arousal. Staring at me, she lasciviously licked her lips and said; "Slaveboy, this feels so good. I'll bet you wish you could play with yourself like this."

I didn't say anything. I just stood there and watched while my beautiful wife fondled herself.

"Get down on your knees and crawl over to me wimp."

I had rarely seen Kelly as excited as she was at that moment. The chastity cage was obviously fueling the fires of her imagination. The combination of her excitement and the game we were playing was having a similar effect on me. My heart was pounding as I eagerly dropped to my knees and crawled over to my wife.

Kelly stopped playing with herself and lewdly spread the lips of her glistening cunt. "Lick me sissyboy. Eat my pussy while your little dick is locked in its cage. You're a slave. The only pleasure you're going to be allowed tonight is the pleasure you get from serving me."

Smiling up at my wife, I said; "Mistress Kelly, that's the only pleasure I desire."

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "You're a good slave dicklet."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. 

She understood immediately. "Just because we've given you the slave name Bunny, doesn't mean that I can't use your old name when we're having a little private fun."

I smiled at my wife and then I leaned forward and kissed the parted lips of her very wet pussy.

Kelly continued holding her cunt open with her fingers. "Lick me Timmy."

I pushed my tongue into my wife's sex.

"Oh god yes! Can you taste him Timmy? Can you taste Kevin's cock?"

I stopped licking Kelly and looked up at her. "Yes, I think I..."

She grabbed my head and pulled my face back into her cunt. "No! Don't stop. Keep licking me. I'll do the talking."

I pushed my tongue back into my wife's pussy.

She sighed. "Yes, that's better."

Kelly closed her eyes and took a minute to enjoy the pleasure of my tongue. Finally she opened them again and said, "Timmy, Kevin was a wonderful fuck, maybe the best I've ever had in my entire life."

I started to look up at my wife again, but she pulled my face back to her sex. "Don't stop eating me slave, just listen."

There was another moment of silence and then Kelly said, "He really was Dicklet. You know how I always like to start a guy out with a blow job? Don't answer, just keep licking."

Her admonishment wasn't necessary. I now understood the rules. I kept my tongue buried between the lips of my wife's cunt.

Once Kelly was satisfied that I wasn't going to stop she said; "Anyway, I sucked him to an orgasm and after he was finished cumming in my mouth I swallowed his semen and started pulling myself up so I could lay next to him. As soon as he realized what I was doing he stopped me and told me to keep sucking him."

She paused for a moment and then she said, "He was the associate and he gets what he wants so I slid back down and put his soft cock back into my mouth. Timmy! As soon as I started sucking him I felt his cock beginning to grow again. It was unbelievable! Kevin was over fifty, but he was recovering like an eighteen year old boy."

Kelly paused again. I felt like I should comment or respond in some way, but I knew that it wouldn't be allowed so I just kept licking her.

My wife took a few more seconds to concentrate on the pleasure I was giving her with my tongue and then she continued. "As soon as he was hard, Kevin grabbed me and rolled me onto my back. He wasn't rough, but he was definitely in control. Timmy I was so excited that I almost came. He pulled my thighs apart and climbed on top of me. Staring into my eyes, he told me that he was going to fuck me and then he started pushing his huge erection into my cunt. He didn't ask for permission, he just did it. Timmy, Kevin was a man, a real man. He took what he wanted.

Kelly stopped and took several deep breaths. It was obvious that she was very excited. For a moment it seemed as if she might have trouble finishing her story, but then she regained her composure and was able to continue. "Kevin was big, bigger than Chris. He was almost as big as Antoine. I nearly passed out from the intense pleasure I felt when he pushed that monster into me. Timmy, it was wonderful. I don't know how long he fucked me, it was almost like time lost its meaning."

I kept licking Kelly. She reached down and grasped my hair with her fingers. She wasn't rough and she didn't hurt me. She just held me firmly and commanded; "Suck my clit Timmy. Make me cum."

I quickly found my wife's clitoris. She gasped as she felt me suck it into my mouth.

Kelly took a moment and then she said in a breathless voice, "When Kevin finally came he pushed the full length of his huge cock into my cunt and shot his semen deep into my womb. Timmy it's a good think I'm on the pill, because if I wasn't I'm sure that I'd now be carrying his baby."

I started flicking Kelly's clit with my tongue. 

She took deep breath and bit her lower lip. It was obvious that it was taking all the effort she could muster to maintain her composure.

"Timmy after he was finished ejaculating, he didn't pull out." There was now a tone of desperate need in my wife's voice.

I took a second to wet a finger and then I found the tiny opening between the cheeks of her ass. Kelly gasped when she felt me massaging her anus. 

I could tell that my wife was on the brink of an orgasm, but she hadn't finished telling her story yet. I felt her deliberately tensing her body in an effort to stay in control. She wanted to continue. In a low, strained voice, she said; "Kevin's cock was so big that it didn't slip out after he lost his erection. He rested for a moment and then he shocked me by starting to move again. Timmy he was fucking me with a soft cock! I've never had a man try to do that before."

Kelly paused. After a quick breath she said; "But then the most amazing thing of all happened. He started to get hard again. My fifty year old businessman was a sexual super hero."

Still sucking and licking her clitoris, I pushed my finger into Kelly's asshole. 

As soon as she realized what I was doing, she cried out; "Oh Yes! That's it Timmy! Fuck my ass while you lick my clit!"

And then she was silent. For almost an minute all I heard from Kelly was her heavy breathing. It was clear that while she was enjoying what I was doing and didn't want me to stop, maintaining control was a struggle.

Finally she took one deep breath and resumed her story. Her words came out clipped and hurried. "Timmy this time he fucked me hard and he fucked me long. He almost wore out my cunt. I don't know how many orgasms I had. I couldn't keep track. I couldn't even think. I was lost in a fog of sexual ecstasy." Kelly was nearly crying as she said those last words. 

And then her body stiffened and she screamed. Her orgasm was titanic. 

When I finally felt Kelly start to relax I pulled my finger out of her ass, gently kissed her dripping wet pussy and pulled myself up next to her. As I softly stroked her long blond hair I whispered to her; "It sounds like you ran into a real sexual dynamo tonight."

Kelly grinned at me. "Actually I didn't. I made it all up. I was teasing you."

Looking at her in amazement, I said; "You mean it wasn't true?"

"Not a word of it. The truth is, Kevin was a fifty-five year old businessman with a pot belly. When I sucked him the first time, he came almost immediately. After that I had to suck him for almost a half hour before I could get him hard enough to fuck me. Once he was inside me he had trouble keeping an erection so I finally had to suck him off a second time. After that he spent the rest of the evening playing with my tits while we lay on the bed and talked. He wasn't a very good fuck, but he was a nice guy. I enjoyed talking to him."

I laughed. "You devil, you really had me going."

Kelly giggled. "It was a pretty good story, wasn't it."

"Yes it was. I think some evening we should write a story together."

Kelly's eyes lit up. "Could we Timmy? We've never written anything together. I think it would be fun. Maybe when it's done, we could read it to the others."

"I saw Elvira's calendar. I think we might have some free time on Sunday afternoon."

'Timmy that would be wonderful. I can't wait."

For a few minutes Kelly and I lay next to each other. We were both smiling. Finally she sat up. "Timmy, go get my purse. It's on the dining room table."

I eagerly hopped out of bed. I had a pretty good idea about why Kelly wanted her purse and I was very willing to get it for her.

I was back in less than a minute. I stood next to the bed and watched while my wife opened her purse and took out the key to my chastity cage. 

As she was unlocking it, Kelly asked; "Timmy was this uncomfortable? Did it bother you today?"

Shaking my head I said, "Not really. At first it felt funny, but it was all right once I got used to it. Peeing was kind of difficult."

"It was? I got the impression from the ads on the Internet that the cage wouldn't interfere with that."

"It didn't, but I was nervous when I tried to use a urinal. My panties don't have an opening in the front so I have to hold them down while I pee. The rigid plastic sleeve makes it a little more awkward when I do that. I was afraid that I might spray the front of my trousers." I paused for a moment and then I added, "I was also nervous that someone might come in and see the cage and my panties."

"That would have been very embarrassing." Kelly was smiling.

"Yes."

My wife thought for a moment and then she said, "Why don't you go into a stall and sit down while you pee. That's what we have to do. It works fine."

"After the first time, that's what I did."

That made Kelly grin. "Timmy I have to admit that I find it very exciting that you now wear panties and have to pee like a girl."

My breath caught. 

Kelly noticed and said; "That's humiliating for you, isn't it Timmy."

"Yes it is."

"But it also excites you, doesn't it."

Smiling at Kelly I said, "Yes it really does."

"It excites me too." She took a deep breath. "Timmy tomorrow night is going to be so much fun. The parties at Evergreen are always a good time, but having you there as a slave is going to make them even more enjoyable."

Kelly took my chastity cage off and set it on the bedside table. My penis immediately sprang to full erection.

"Oh my, somebody is definitely ready for a little action." Giggling, Kelly grabbed my hand, gently pulled me down on the bed and lay me back so that my head was resting on the pillows she'd been using earlier. 

She kneeled next to me and softly kissed my lips. "Now it's your turn Timmy." 

Kelly thought for a moment and then she gently stroked my cheek. "You've had that cage on all evening. You're pretty excited right now, aren't you."

I laughed. "Yes I am."

Kelly smiled. "You can fuck me if that's what you'd like. Babydoll, you can have me any way you want, but..." Her voice trailed off.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "But what?"

"Timmy honey, your control probably isn't going to be very good right now. If you try to fuck either my pussy or my ass you're probably going to cum almost immediately. It won't be very satisfying for either of us."

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. I was disappointed, but I knew that what Kelly had just pointed out was true. In a very quiet voice I said, "I guess you're right. I'll just go to sleep." I rolled over so that I was facing away from Kelly. I knew it was a juvenile reaction, but my feelings were hurt. I felt like she'd just rejected me.

There was silence. After a moment I felt Kelly lie down next to me. She put her arm around my shoulder and pressed her naked body up against my back. "Timmy, you misunderstood me. I don't want you to go to sleep. I don't want to go to sleep. Babydoll if you want to fuck me you can. I just thought you might enjoy it more if I gave you a blow job. That way I can be in control and I can use my skill to keep you from cumming for as long as possible. It's late and we do have to get up early tomorrow morning, so I think this will be the only orgasm you'll get tonight. I want to make it as nice for you as I possibly can."

As I lay there thinking about what Kelly had just said I started to feel a little chagrined about my display of petulance. She was right, I had misunderstood her. I rolled over and looked at her. "I'm sorry, I did misunderstand you." With a sigh I said; "What makes me feel really bad is that I didn't even give you the benefit of the doubt. I just assumed the worst. I don't know..."

Kelly gently put a finger on my lips. "Shhh, it's okay, you don't have to feel bad and you don't need to apologize. I understand. At times this domination game we play can get very confusing." She sighed. "I also didn't phrase my suggestion very well. Could we start over?"

I smiled at her. "I'd like that very much."

Smiling back at me, Kelly said; "Master Timmy, may I please be allowed to give you one of my very best blow jobs."

"Yes please." I was grinning, but suddenly the grin faded.

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy what's wrong?"

"What about you? A blow job is just for my pleasure."

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "Timmy honey, I happen to love giving blow jobs. I love sucking cocks just as much as you love eating pussy."

I winked at her. "That's a lot."

Kelly giggled. "Yes it is. You also just finished giving me a volcanic orgasm."

Wiggling my eyebrows, I said in a voice filled with melodramatic pride, "Darling, I most certainly did."

"Be serious!" Kelly was laughing.

"All right." I made an exaggerated frown. "I'm serious now."




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Kelly rolled her eyes and then she paused. After a moment she smiled at me. It was a very sweet smile. Gently stroking my cheek, she whispered; "I love you Timmy and sometimes I want to do something that's just for your pleasure. This is one of those times." She kissed my lips and then she slowly slid down my body and kissed the head of my tiny erection.

My wife knows how to give a fabulous blow job. She should, she's a pro. This was one of her best efforts. I actually managed to last for almost five minutes. When I did cum she kept me in her mouth until I was finished ejaculating and then she swallowed my semen and pulled herself back up so that she was lying next to me. 

Gently kissing my lips, Kelly whispered, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes, very much."

"Friday, after we get back from South Carolina, my pussy will probably be pretty stretched out by the guys from Boston."

"I understand."

"If you'd like to, you could fuck my ass." Kelly giggled. "I know I'd enjoy that."

I grinned at her. "I'd like that very much."

"You have to promise to lick it first."

"That won't take much persuasion."

Kelly laughed. "No, I didn't think it would. Do we have a date?"

"Definitely."

Smiling at me, Kelly sighed and said; "Babydoll, it's been a long and very amazing day, but now it's time to go to sleep."

She kissed me. "I love you Timmy."

"I love you too Kelly, goodnight."

"Goodnight Timmy."

My wife cuddled up to me. As we fell asleep I thought to myself that it had indeed been a very amazing day.



Courtesan Ch. 39



This is the thirty-ninth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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The alarm clock went off at six. I got up first and jumped into the shower. As soon as I was finished I rousted Kelly out of bed. She showered while I made us a quick breakfast of yogurt, granola and orange juice. Both of us were ready to go by 6:45. That actually gave us a few minutes to drink a cup of coffee and read the morning newspaper before we had to leave.

At seven o'clock sharp a JTandR Lincoln pulled up in front of our house. John, the Bears fan that I'd met yesterday was our driver. On the way to the airport we continued our discussion about the relative merits of the teams in the NFC North. Kelly loves football, so she jumped right into the debate. It was a lively trip to the airport.

When we checked in for our flight I discovered that we were booked into first class. It shouldn't have been a surprise, JtandR did everything in style. Nonetheless, I was a poor kid from Iowa. Flying was a thrill. Flying in first class was an unbelievable thrill.

There were seven of us. Kelly and I sat together. Keisha and Mandy were across the aisle from us. Tonya and Kirby were seated in front of them and Elvira was alone in front of us. I was feeling bad that Ellie had to sit by herself when Wendell Tyler walked onto the airplane and sat down next to her. This was a surprise. I knew that Martin Jackson and John Reynolds were in a meeting with the investors from St. Louis and would be flying down later that day in their private jet. I'd assumed that Wendell would be making the trip with them.

As Wendell was sitting down, Kelly leaned over and whispered into my ear. "They ran into each other yesterday. There were immediate sparks. I'm fairly certain that Wendell should be in the meeting with the investors from St. Louis, but it appears that he'd rather fly down to South Carolina with Ellie."

Smiling at Kelly, I whispered; "This is good."

"Yes it is."

The trip surprised me. This was normally a very convivial group. There was some quiet conversation, but during most of the flight everyone either slept or read a book.

We lost an hour because we were flying east. By the time we landed in Charleston it was almost one o'clock. None of us had any checked baggage and we were all seated in first class, so we got off of the airplane and across the airport very quickly.

On the far side of the arrival level we encountered a group of black suited limousine drivers holding up signs. One of the signs read, JTandR.

Tonya, who was leading our group glanced back at all of us and said; "There's our driver." 

She walked up to the man holding the sign. "Hi, I'm Tonya Lewis. We're the JTandR group."

The limo driver nodded. "Hello Ms. Lewis, I'm Carl. Please follow me, the car is right outside this door."

We followed Carl through the exit. Outside there was a line of limousines parked next to the curb. He motioned towards a large black stretch Limo to our left. "That's the car." He held the door while all eight of us climbed inside. It was a large vehicle. It could easily have accommodated at least six more people.

Evergreen was located on the edge of an outer ring suburb of Charleston. It took us about twenty minutes to get there. The grounds were surrounded by an eight foot tall wrought iron fence.

Carl pulled the limousine into the driveway and stopped. A large iron gate blocked our way. He opened his window and pushed a button on a metal box attached to a wooden pole. After a moment the gate swung open. As we passed through the gate I noticed that two video cameras were mounted on the top of the fence. One on each side of the driveway.

We wound through a dense forest made up of tall, very straight pine trees. After about a quarter of a mile we emerged into an open area that was at least five or six acres of well kept lawn and beautiful gardens. A immense mansion made of gray marble stood in the center of this open area.

Carl followed the driveway around an ornate fountain and pulled the limousine to a stop in front of a impressive marble portico. A slender middle aged man with gray hair was waiting for us on the steps. He was dressed in a formal black tail coat and white tie.

Kelly leaned over and whispered into my ear. "That's Edward, he's the head butler at Evergreen."

I smiled. This was the first time I'd ever encountered a butler.

Carl got out of the limousine and opened the door for us. Edward waited silently on the steps while we all emerged from the car. When he saw Wendell I noticed a slight flicker of surprise in his eyes.

As soon as we were all standing on the sidewalk Edward walked straight over to Wendell and said; "Mr. Tyler, it's a pleasure to see you, but I must admit that I am a little bit surprised. I was under the impression that you would be arriving later this afternoon with Mr. Jackson and Mr. Reynolds."

Wendell smiled. "It's all right Edward. We have several new employees. Late last night I decided that I wanted to fly down with them today." He turned to Elvira who was standing next to him. "This is Elvira Higgins. She's Tonya's new assistant. Elvira, this is Edward. He's the head of the household staff at Evergreen."

Elvira extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you Edward. Please call me Ellie."

Edward took her hand. He didn't shake it, he just held it. As he held it he bowed politely and said, "Welcome to Evergreen Ellie. We've exchanged so many emails in the last day that I feel like we're already well acquainted."

Smiling, Elvira said; "Yes, I feel the same way."

"Edward, this is Kirby Lundquist." Wendell had stepped behind Kirby and had his hand on his shoulder. Kirby was standing next to Tonya. They were holding hands.

Edward noticed. He glanced at Tonya and smiled. She smiled back at him. Turning to Kirby, he extended his hand and said; "Welcome to Evergreen Kirby."

Grinning, Kirby took Edward's hand and shook it vigorously. "Thank you Edward, this is a magnificent house."

Edward nodded. 

Kirby kept shaking his hand. 

Tonya leaned over and whispered, "Let go of his hand dear."

Kirby's smile disappeared. Quickly releasing Edward's hand he nervously stuttered, "Ah yes, I'm sorry, I ah didn't mean to..."

Edward flashed him a gracious smile and said, "It's all right Cookie." He paused. "May I call you Cookie?"

Kirby's grin reappeared. "Yes sir, I'd like that very much."

Suddenly I sensed Wendell's presence behind me and then I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Edward, I assume that you can guess who this is."

Turning to Kelly, Edward asked, "Is this Timmy?"

Kelly grabbed my hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Yes Edward, it is."

Edward slowly shook his head. "Kelly honey, we were all beside ourselves with worry when we heard about the trouble the two of you were having. We were so relieved when we found out that you were going to be here for this party." He smiled. "And then when we heard that the illustrious Timmy was actually coming with you, well that's all Maurice, Doris, Cassie, Florence, Nathan and Ben have been able to talk about for the entire morning."

I glanced at Kelly. She shrugged. I rolled my eyes. Barely able to suppress a giggle, she winked at me.

I felt a finger poking me in the back. I turned. Mandy was wiggling her eyebrows. I shook my head.

Wendell walked up the steps and grabbed Edward's arm. "Then we'd better not waste anymore time. Let's go inside and find them."

Edward laughed. "That shouldn't be difficult. I'm sure they're all waiting in the foyer."

We all followed Wendell and Edward up the front steps. As we walked through a set of solid oak double doors that must have been at least twelve feet tall and ten feet wide, Kelly leaned over and whispered; "Timmy you are going to be so amazed by this house."

I looked around. I truly was amazed.

We passed through a short entry hallway. On my left there was what appeared to be a cloak room. On my right there was a small study or office. 

I only gave those two rooms a quick glance because the space in front of us immediately grabbed my attention. It was an oval room maybe forty feet wide and thirty feet deep. On both the right and the left ends of the oval there were wide marble staircases leading up to the next floor. On the opposite side of the oval there was another corridor that lead to the rest of the first floor.

When I looked up the gilt domed ceiling was three stories above us. A marble railing guarded the edges of both the second and third floors.

Ahead of us six people were standing in the middle of the oval. A slightly built man with short gray hair and a full figured woman of about the same age, both dressed in the white jackets and pants commonly worn by chefs; were on the left. Two women dressed in maids uniforms; one middle aged and white, the other young and black, were standing next to them. To their right were two men. The first, a young white man, was wearing a tail coat and white tie similar to Edward's. The other, a large black man with white hair, was dressed in overalls and work boots.

Kelly whispered, "Timmy, this is the reception hall and those people are the staff at Evergreen." Grabbing my hand, she said; "Come on, you have to meet them. They're all good friends." 

Kelly pulled me out ahead of our group. The waiting assembly of household staff were all grinning at us as we hurried over to them.

"Everybody, this is Timmy." Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "I was afraid that I'd never get to see any of you again." Letting go of my hand she ran to the large black man in overalls and hugged him. "Hi Ben, how is Sarah doing?" 

"She's good Kelly, the doctors just told us that it looks like the chemotherapy destroyed all of the cancer."

"That's wonderful news!"

Ben smiled. 

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "Ben this is Timmy. Timmy, this is my good friend Ben."

Ben grabbed my hand with both of his hands. His hands were large and strong and they completely engulfed mine, but his handshake was remarkably gentle. "Timmy, it's a pleasure to finally get to meet you. Kelly has told us so many wonderful things about you."

I was overwhelmed by this reception and more than just a little chagrined. Totally befuddled, I barely managed to stammer out, "I umm...,thank you, it's a pleasure to..."

Kelly rescued me. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me over to the man standing next to Ben. "Timmy, this is Nathan."

As I was shaking Nathan's hand I noticed that Tonya was introducing Kirby and Elvira to Ben. 

Kirby, Ellie and I were methodically introduced to all six people. While our introductions were being made to each person, I noticed that Keisha, Mandy and Wendell were chatting with the others. It was clear that this was a group of good friends. 

The socializing went of for several minutes. Finally Edward raised his hands. As soon as he had everyone's attention, he said; "We could go on talking for hours, but all of you know that that's not possible. We have a job to do today, an important job. The firm treats all of us very well."

There was a general murmur of agreement.

"The partners are relying on us to provide the men we'll be entertaining today with a memorable experience. We don''t want to let them down." 

I looked around. Everyone was nodding. I joined them. This group was obviously a cohesive team. It was easy to get swept up in the camaraderie.

"The four associates are currently playing golf at The Gaitlin Country Club. Just before the limousine arrived I received a call from one of their caddies. They were about to tee off on the twelfth hole."

Edward glanced at his watch. "That was fifteen minutes ago. They should be finished playing in a little over an hour. They won't be stopping in the clubhouse after their round. They'll be coming directly here for snacks and drinks by the pool. Hostesses, you should greet them in conservative bikinis. You'll find them in your rooms, laid out with the rest of your outfits."

Looking at all of us, he said; "Remember, this evening one of our guests is to be treated much differently than usual. Tonya will be in charge of him. She'll give you cues about how you're supposed to interact with this associate."

He paused. I think he was giving us an opportunity to ask questions. No one did. After a moment he continued. "When our guests arrive, Wendell, Elvira and I will greet them here in the reception hall. Timmy and Kirby should be standing by with Nathan in the pool area. We'll bring the men there. Hostesses, you should make your appearance in the pool area ten minutes after I call everyone to places."

Tonya, Kelly, Mandy and Keisha all nodded. It was apparent that Edward ran the show at Evergreen and it appeared to be a well choreographed production.

He turned to Maurice and Doris. "Are the snacks ready?"

Maurice nodded. "Yes, we have a plate of fresh fruit slices, a tray of sliced cheeses and meats and a basket containing a variety of breads and crackers."

Edward smiled. "Very good." Then he looked at Cassie and Florence. "Are the cabana rooms next to the pool ready?"

Florence answered. "Yes, we put fresh sheets on the beds this morning and each room has at least eight clean towels."

"Timmy is going to be responsible for those rooms while they are being used this afternoon. Since this is his first party at Evergreen he may need some guidance from you and Cassie."

"Don't worry Edward, we'll take care of him." This time Cassie answered.

"I know you will." Edward looked at all of us. "Does anyone have any questions?"

We were all silent.

After a moment he looked at his watch and said, "It's now two thirty- five. Our guests should be arriving in about an hour so you can expect that I will be calling all of you to your places between three thirty and a quarter to four. You have less than a hour to make your final preparations. I suggest that you use it wisely."

Turning to Doris, Maurice said, "I'm going to finish preparing the standing rib roast for tonight's diner. I'll have to put it in the oven in about an hour."

Doris nodded. "I'll start working on the desserts."

As they disappeared down the hallway that led to the rest of the first floor, Cassie looked at Florence. "Flo, let's give the associate's bedrooms one last check."

"That's a good idea." 

Cassie was already walking towards the marble staircase to our left. Florence quickly followed her.

"Ben will you check the temperature in the pool and the hot tub?"

Ben smiled. "I was thinking the same thing Edward. I'll get right on it." Ben took the same corridor that Maurice and Doris had used.

Edward turned to Nathan. "Nate, it's time to bring some ice out to the poolside bar, and after you do that make sure we have a good variety of beers out there. These men have been playing golf. They're going to be thirsty."

Nathan nodded and left. 

As soon as he was gone Edward looked at Kelly and Tonya. "Do Timmy and Kirby understand there roles for this evening?"

Tonya smiled. "Yes I think they do. Nate understands, doesn't he?"

"All the staff do."

"So Nate, Cassie and Flo can give them prompts if necessary."

"Yes, I've already discussed that with them."

"We can also give them a few last minute instructions while we're getting dressed." Tonya looked at all of us. "We'd better get upstairs and start getting ready. I know that I'd like to take a shower before the men get here."

"I would too." Keisha was already walking to the marble staircase on our right.

Mandy followed her. "That sounds very inviting right now."

Kelly grabbed my hand. "Come on Timmy, I'll show you our room."

Tonya hooked her arm through Kirby's. "Let's go see our room Cookie." She looked at Elvira. "Are you coming with us Ellie?"

Elvira shook her head. "No Tonnie, not right now."

As we were leaving I heard Wendell say; "Edward, Elvira will be staying in my room tonight. Have her things brought there."

"I'll tell Cassie and Flo."

As we were walking up the stairs Keisha looked back at us and giggled. "It looks like Ellie has a new boyfriend."

Tonya nodded. "Isn't it wonderful."

When we reached the second floor, Kelly said; "Wendell, Martin and John all have office apartments here. The guest rooms are on this floor too, but they're in the opposite wing." She pointed to a set of carved mahogany doors at the rear center of the oval balcony. "There's a ballroom over there. It's only used for large formal parties. I'm sure we won't be using it tonight." 

"Where's your room?"

Kelly playfully poked me in the ribs. "You mean our room and it's up there." She pointed to double doorway next to us. The doorway led to an oak staircase.

Keisha and Mandy were already going up. Tonya and Kirby were following them. Kelly grabbed my hand. "We could have taken the elevator, but it's quicker to take the stairs. It's also good exercise. Come on Timmy."

She pulled me to the stairs.

The rail on the third floor balcony overlooking the reception hall was not marble, it was hand carved oak. Kelly grabbed my arm when I started to walk towards it. "Timmy, you'll have time to look at the house later. Right now we have to get ready."

As we followed everyone through the door leading to the wing where our room was located Kelly explained, "The household staff all have rooms in the other wing, but all of them also have homes in the area, so they only use their rooms when they have to be here for a late party. I expect that they'll all be using them tonight."

There were six bedrooms in this wing. Ours was the first one on the right. Mandy's was directly across from us. Tonya and Kirby's bedroom was next door to ours and Keisha's was next door to Mandy's. I was told that Antoine's bedroom was on the far side of Keisha's.

Kelly opened the door to our room. I followed her inside. 

The room was small, but elegantly decorated. A queen sized bed with a gilt head board occupied the center. The bed was covered by a thick pink and blue floral print comforter. The double windows above the head of the bed were framed by a matching set of curtains. Plush ivory colored carpeting covered the floor. There was a door at each end of the wall to the left of the bed. One was the entrance to a large walk in closet. The other led to a marble tiled bathroom with a tub and a shower. A full length gilt edged mirror occupied the space between the two doors. On the opposite side of the room a French provincial side table, chair and dresser were set against the wall. Another smaller gilt edged mirror had been mounted above the side table. An oil painting of a basket of pink and blue flowers hung above the dresser.

As Kelly closed the door behind us I smiled at her and said, "This is a beautiful bedroom. I almost feel like I'm at a very expensive bed and breakfast."

Kelly giggled. "It really is nice, isn't it." She shook her head. "But unfortunately we don't have time enjoy it right now. You need to get your clothes off and get into the shower."

"I took a shower this morning."

"Yes, I know you did and now I want you to take another one." Kelly paused for a moment and then she explained, "Timmy we're in the sex business. Cleanliness is the first maxim."

"I'm not going to be having sex with anyone tonight."

Kelly chuckled. "No, you are certainly not." She paused for a moment and then shaking her head, she said; "I'm sorry, that wasn't kind." 




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"It's okay." I shrugged. "It is the truth."

"Yes it is, but I don't feel right about rubbing it in."

"Are you going to put that chastity cage back on me after I get out of the shower?"

"Yes I am."

"Then I think teasing me about my forced abstinence shouldn't be a concern."

Kelly grinned. "Timmy you are absolutely priceless."

I shrugged again.

Her smile disappeared and was replaced by a more serious expression. "Babydoll, even though you won't actually be engaging in sex, you are part of the show and it is important to me that you're squeaky clean. Please humor me and take a shower."

I smiled and bowed politely. "Yes Mistress Kelly, right away."

Kelly was laughing as I took off my clothes.

I took my shower quickly. As soon as I was dry I stepped back into the bedroom. My wife was naked. I stopped and stared at her. Kelly and I had been together for a little over four years. During that time I'd probably seen her nude more than a thousand times and it was still an indescribable thrill. She has a spectacular body.

Kelly glanced over and noticed me looking at her. "What's wrong?"

I smiled. "Absolutely nothing."

She giggled. "You're a lech."

Nodding vigorously, I said; "Yes I am. How could I not be when I'm in the presence of such a beautiful woman."

"You're not just a lech, you're a golden tongued lech."

"If you're interested, I'd be very willing to demonstrate the truth of that statement right now."

Kelly laughed, then after taking a deep breath she said; "No, that's a tempting offer, but it's time for me to start focusing my attention on Tyler Greer."

"I saw you reading the report about him this morning on the airplane. It didn't surprise me that they'd assigned him to you."

"What makes you say that?"

"When I was doing my research it became apparent to me that even though he's a submissive masochist, Donald Kline is still the financial mastermind of this group."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, every one of the research assistants who have written reports about these men have made it clear that the other three invariably follow Donald Kline's lead when they're making financial decisions."

"That's interesting, but how is that related to the decision to assign Tyler Greer to me?"

"They're obviously not going to assign Donald Kline to you. He's a masochistic sexual submissive. They're going to assign him to Tonya. You told me she's the best dom."

"She is. She's so good that at times she can almost be scary."

I smiled. "I can't wait to see her in action."

Kelly laughed. "You're not only a lech, you're also a perv."

I enthusiastically nodded my head and then I pointed out, "And don't try to tell me that your not just as excited about seeing her in action as I am."

Kelly giggled. "It is going to be fun, isn't it."

"Yes it is."

We both smiled for a moment and then Kelly looked at me and said, "You still haven't answered my question."

"What do you mean?"

"How is this related to their decision to assign Tyler Greer to me?"

"When it comes to entertaining men who want straight sex, you're their ace. Wouldn't you agree with that?"

Kelly shrugged modestly. "Yes, I suppose I am. I'm a young blond with big tits and a pretty face who loves to give head. That goes over pretty big with a lot of guys."

"I think there's more to it than that."

We smiled at each other. After a moment Kelly said; "Okay, but that still doesn't explain why they gave me Tyler Greer." 

"Tyler Greer is Donald Kline's closest friend."

"His closest friend? Tyler Greer is fucking Donald Kline's wife."

I shrugged. "So what? You're hoping that Chris and I will become close friends and he's fucking you."

"Touche'" 

I smiled at her.

Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "So you're saying that Martin, John and Wendell are hoping that I'll show Tyler such a good time that he'll try to convince Donald that investing in their project is a good idea."

"That's right."

Kelly considered this for a few seconds and then she smiled and said, "Well that is my job."

"Yes it is."

She started chuckling.

I looked at her. "What?"

"I thought Martin gave you this job so that we could be together. Now understand that I was wrong. Timmy you are going to be a very valuable asset to us."

"I hope so. It wouldn't be a very satisfying job if I thought I was just doing pretend work,"

Kelly nodded. "I'd feel the same way."

"I think it might take me a little while to learn how to write the reports. I'm starting to understand that a big part of my job is to sift through the mountains of data that the firm has collected about it's investors and pick out the information that will be helpful to the four of you. This conversation just gave me a better idea about what I should be looking for."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Kelly and I both turned. She called out, "Who is it?"

"It's the welcome wagon. We're here to greet our new neighbor." It was Mandy.

Giggling, Kelly said; "You'll have to come back later, we're both naked in here."

"That's okay, we're naked too." This time it was Keisha.

The door opened and in they walked. They both were naked.

As soon as I saw them I started smiling.

Kelly looked at me. "What are you grinning about?"

Chuckling, I said, "Life."

Keisha stared at me with a puzzled expression. "Life?"

I nodded. That's right, life. Think about it, I'm a scrawny little shy kid from Iowa who was raised by his two spinster aunts. Now I'm sitting in an elegant bedroom in a magnificent mansion with three gorgeous naked women. Life is great. Only a total looney wouldn't be smiling."

Keisha looked at Kelly. "He does have a way with words, doesn't he."

My wife chuckled. "Oh yes, he most certainly does."

"Kelly you haven't showered or put on your makeup and Timmy's not wearing his chastity cage. Look at the time girl. Edward is going to be calling us to places in about fifteen minutes." Mandy was shaking her head.

Kelly smiled at Mandy. "I beg your pardon, which of us is the mistress and which of us is the slave?"

Still shaking her head, Mandy answered; "Mistress Kelly, it is the duty of every diligent slave to keep her mistress on schedule."

Kelly laughed. "Good point Nymph." She gestured towards me. "In my defense, you try living with him."

"I'm looking forward to it." Mandy patted Kelly's naked butt. "You go get in the shower. Normally, Timmy and I would bathe you, but we don't have time. Keish and I will put Timmy's cage on him while you're taking your shower. Is it in your purse?"

"Yes, you can get it." 

As Mandy was getting my chastity cage out of Kelly's purse and Kelly was walking to the bathroom, Keisha noticed my erection. "Kelly he's got a woody."

Kelly stopped and then she turned to Mandy. "I didn't think to bring a chemical ice bag. I don't suppose you brought one?"

"No, I didn't remember it either."

"What are we going to do? We can't put the cage on him while he's hard."

"I know how to get him soft." Keisha was giggling.

Kelly and Mandy both looked at her.

She flashed them and impish smile. "I'll do it the old fashioned way, I'll give him a blow job."

Kelly turned to Mandy. Mandy just shrugged. Kelly shook her head. "It kind of goes against the spirit of the chastity cage, but I guess we really don't have any choice. Go ahead, get him off while I take my shower." She turned and walked into the bathroom. 

As soon as Kelly was gone Keisha said; "Lie back on the bed Timmy. We have to be quick about this. Mandy you sit on his face. That will excite him and I'll be able to get him off quicker."

Mandy laughed as she straddled my head. "It's going to get me pretty excited too."

Keisha nodded, "Yes, but in about an hour you're going to be sucking a great big dick."

As Mandy pressed her cunt into my nose and mouth she said, "I hope it's sooner than that. I can't wait to feel a big hard cock in my mouth."

I extended my tongue and pushed it into the folds of Mandy's already wet pussy. 

She gasped. "Oh god yes Timmy, lick me. That feels so good."

Laughing, Keisha said; "I think I may have volunteered for the wrong job." She slipped my cock into her warm moist mouth. After she sucked me for a moment she looked up at Mandy with a smile. "No, I took the right job. I love sucking Timmy's little penis."

Mandy leaned back so that her ass was over my face. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her asshole. Her breath caught.

"Mandy, pinch and twist his nipples while he licks your ass. That will really get him going." It was Kelly. Apparently she was already finished with her shower.

I heard her walk across the room and sit down at her makeup table. I thought about the situation and smiled. We certainly did lead an unorthodox lifestyle. My wife was sitting at her makeup table casually getting ready to spend the evening entertaining another man while behind her I was lying on the bed with one woman was sitting on my face and another sucking my cock.

Suddenly Mandy grabbed my nipples and gave them a vicious twist. At the same time Keisha began licking my balls while she vigorously pumped my tiny erection with her fingers. That was enough to put me over the edge. I felt the familiar tingling sensation building in my loins and then my muscles tightened. A second later I started to ejaculate. 

Keisha kept sucking me. I would have been surprised if she hadn't. My wife and her friends were professionals. They knew how to give pleasure to a man.

As soon as I was finished cumming Keisha took my softening penis out of her mouth and licked her lips. "Well, that certainly took care of that erection."

Laughing as she got off my face, Mandy added; "And it was a lot more fun than using a chemical ice bag."

Kelly took a second to finish applying her lipstick and then she turned around and said, "The two of you are going to spoil my babydoll."

Keisha giggled. "And doing it is going to be so much fun."

Mandy picked up my chastity cage. "Come on Kel, we'd better get this on him before he starts getting hard again."

"Take your time Mandy. If he gets hard it will just give me another opportunity to suck his dick."

Mandy shook her head. "Keish honey, focus. In just a few minutes three studs are going to be arriving and I expect that they're going to want to spend a large portion of the evening with their cocks in our mouths."

Keisha smiled. "Mmmmm, that does sound delicious." She paused for a moment and then she asked, "What about the fourth guy?"

Grinning at her, Mandy said, "I suspect that he'll be spending most of the evening with his tongue in Tonnie's asshole."

"Mandy rub some of the lotion onto Timmy's cock and balls." Kelly was now sitting next to me. She was holding the pieces for my cock cage.

Mandy dribbled a few drops of the lotion onto the shaft of my limp penis. As soon as she was done rubbing it in Kelly slipped the chastity cage onto my cock and balls and locked it with the tiny brass padlock.

Once that was finished, Kelly stood up. "All right, it's time for all of us to get dressed. Keish Mandy, go back to your rooms. You can come back when your ready for the evening."

As they were leaving, Keisha said; "I wonder if Martin could arrange to have a few walls knocked out so that we could have one huge bedroom. That way we could all get dressed together."

"Keish wouldn't that would be sort of like going to camp." Mandy was laughing.

Keisha giggled. "Yeah, sex camp, wouldn't that be great."

As soon as they were gone, Kelly said; "Come on Timmy, we don't have much time. We have to get dressed quickly." She walked into the closet. I followed her.

On the left side of the closet there were two long closet rods separated by a large five drawer dresser. A variety of business dresses, dinner dresses, dressing gowns, night gowns and casual wear hung from the the two rods. Occupying the space underneath the clothing were a wide selection of shoes including spike heeled pumps in a variety of colors, sandals, athletic shoes, a pair of western boots and a pair of very kinky looking thigh high lace up black boots with what had to be at least five inch spike heels.

On the right side of the closet there was a short closet rod that contained several different outfits of men's clothing including a blue blazer and gray slacks. Next to the closet rod there was a small dresser and on the floor underneath it there were several pairs of men's shoes and a pair of sandals.

"Your things are over there." Kelly pointed to the right side of the closet. "The pants and shirt hanging from the first two hangers are your clothes for this evening." She walked over to the small dresser on my side of the closet, opened the top drawer and removed a pair of pink lace panties. "These should do very nicely."

Smiling as she handed them to me, Kelly said; "They're crotchless, that should make them comfortable with your cock cage."

I shook my head. "I hope I don't have to take my pants off at this party."

"That would be humiliating for you, wouldn't it."

"Yes it certainly would."

Giggling Kelly said, "Come on Timmy, grab your clothes. Take the sandals on the floor next to your dresser. We have to hurry.

The outfit that Kelly had indicated was a pink cotton golf shirt and a pair of very lightweight cotton slacks. I took them off their hangers

As I followed my wife out of the closet I noticed that all she was carrying was a pink two piece bathing suit. We both laid our outfits on the bed and started getting dressed. While I was stepping into my panties I watched Kelly put on her bikini bottom. It was actually nothing more than two triangles of cloth joined at the crotch. There was a strip of cloth at the two upper corners of both triangles. 

Kelly held up the two strips of cloth on her right side. "Be a dear Timmy and tie me together. Make a nice big bow."

As I was tying the bow I noticed that this was actually a rather conservative bikini. I commented. "Kel, I'm a little surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess I expected at least a thong. By your standards, this is a very prudish bathing suit."

My wife giggled. "Guys love skimpy bathing suits, but they like suits they get to take off even more. One little tug on those two pieces of cloth your tying together and the bottom falls right off."

I laughed. "I gather that you don't expect to be wearing this suit for very long."

"I'll be disappointed if I am."

As soon as the first side of Kelly's bikini bottom was secure I tied the other side. Once that was done Kelly put on her top. As she held the two tiny triangles of pink cloth over her large breasts she said, "Now tie this in the back with another big bow. We wouldn't want to make Tyler have to work too hard to get it off, would we."

"No we certainly wouldn't."

As I was tying the bow Kelly asked; "Timmy are you going to be all right tonight. You know what I'm going to be like. I'll be ignoring you completely and focusing all of my attention on Tyler. I have to do that babydoll. It's my job."

"I know it is. I also now understand that that's just the way you are when your with a guy. Don't worry, I'll be okay."

"Timmy, no matter what you see tonight, or how I might act towards you; please remember that you're the only one I love."

I finished tying the bow. Kelly turned around and looked into my eyes. "Babydoll you're the only person I'll ever love."

I smiled at her. "And you're the only person I'll ever love."

"What about Mandy?"

"Kelly, I'll never love anyone the way I love you."

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise. Do you promise that you'll never love Chris the way you love me."

Kelly winked at me. "Or Mandy."

I looked at her in surprise. "Or Mandy? Do I have to worry about her too?"

"Just as much as you have to worry about Chris. I love the way she licks my pussy. She's almost as good as you are." Kelly grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, then she added, "But neither one of them make me feel like you make me feel. Timmy when I'm with you I feel safe and I feel loved. Babydoll, you may not be a great cocksman, but you know how to make a woman feel loved. You know how to love. Lots of guys know how to fuck, but only a rare few know how to love. That's why Mandy is so desperate to be with us. She wants to be loved and you do that, you do that so very very well." Kelly laughed. "And you don't even have to try, it just comes naturally to you. Kirby has that same ability. That's why Tonya is pursuing him so aggressively." 

Kelly put her arms around me and held me tightly against her soft body. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to, the intensity of her embrace spoke volumes. Finally she released me. 

She paused for a moment before she continued. "Chris is a gorgeous man and he really does know how to fuck. He has a beautiful cock and he understands exactly what to do with it; but he doesn't know how to make a woman feel loved. At least not like you do Timmy." 

She shook her head. "No babydoll, like it or not; you're stuck with me for the rest of your life. Will you promise me that you'll remember that tonight."

"Yes, I promise."

"If you do start feeling bad find Ellie. This evening one of her jobs is to make sure that both you and Kirby make it through the party without falling apart."

"Kirby's going to have harder time than me. I've seen you with other men. This will be Kirby's first time seeing Tonya with another man."

Kelly nodded. "That's true, but tonight will probably be a little bit easier for him."

"Why do you say that?"

"Tonya's going to be a dom tonight. She isn't going to be spending much lovey dovey time with Donald Kline."

I grinned at Kelly. "I forgot about that."

"You and Kirby should still try to support each other."

"We will, we're good friends."

"I know you are. You were lucky to have found him."

Kelly glanced at the small clock on her makeup table. "Timmy we'd better get you dressed. The men are due to arrive anytime now."

She picked up the white pants and handed them to me. "Put these on."

I took them from her. As I was looking for the front I realized that there wasn't a zipper or belt loops. The pants had an elastic waist and a white drawstring. I noticed the label in the back. The logo said, Rhapsody, casual wear for women. 

I looked at my wife. "These are women's pants."

"Yes they are. We thought they'd be perfect for our little sissyboy slave."

"But..."

"Timmy, I understand that wearing them in front of these men is going to be humiliating for you. That's the idea. You're our slave and we want to have a little fun with you tonight. Now quit dawdling and put them on." The tone of Kelly's voice warned me I shouldn't argue with her.

I quickly stepped into the pants. As I pulled them up the submissive masochist in me took over and my body started to tingle with excitement.

While I was tying the drawstring Kelly giggled. "Those are absolutely perfect."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment.

Kelly noticed. "Timmy honey, relax. You're surrounded by people who love you. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone of us is just as kinky as you are. This is an opportunity for you to live out your wildest fantasies. Let yourself go, enjoy yourself tonight."

I thought for a moment and then I realized that Kelly was right. I was with friends and all of them knew about and accepted my kinky fantasies. Tonight no one was going to judge me. They were all sexual adventurers. Even the household staff seemed to understand. I looked at my wife and smiled. "I'll bet Edward and his crew have witnessed some very kinky scenes."

Giggling, Kelly said; "Oh yes, they've become very accustomed to the wild antics that take place during the sex parties here. Actually, by their standards, your sissy slave fantasy is going to be rather tame."




Courtesan Ch. 39



"Really?"

"Really," She picked up the pink golf shirt and handed it to me. "Finish getting dressed. The men will be arriving any minute now."

I slipped the golf shirt over my head and tucked it in.

Kelly took one look and clapped her hands in delight. "Edward is wonderful."

I stared at her with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Check out the logo."

I glanced down and immediately smiled. There was an embroidered logo of a rabbit on the left breast of my shirt. It wasn't the logo associated with that famous men's magazine. This was a cartoon drawing of a white, floppy eared bunny with a big fluffy tail. It was not in the least bit masculine." 

Looking at me with a mischievous grin, Kelly said; "Bunny, your outfit is almost perfect."

"Almost perfect? What's wrong with it?"

Kelly turned and walked over to her purse. "You still need this." She pulled out my dog collar. As she walked back over to me she smiled and said, "No self respecting Mistress should ever allow her slave to appear in public without his collar."

I laughed. "I wasn't familiar with that particular convention, but I can certainly understand why a responsible dominatrix would want to follow it."

Kelly fastened the collar around my neck. "This is a symbol that designates your position in life. We wouldn't want people to get confused and start thinking you were a superior, would we."

Grinning, I said; "No we certainly would not."

Kelly started giggling again. "Timmy you really are fun to be with." Suddenly her smile disappeared. She put her arms around me and whispered; "I'm going to miss you babydoll."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll be with you all evening."

"No Timmy, you won't be with me. I'll be with Tyler Greer. You'll be a slave and the only time I'll acknowledge your existence is when I want you to do something for Tyler or for me. I won't be able to talk to you like this again until tomorrow morning. Tonight I won't even smile at you."

I took a moment to consider what Kelly had just told me. Of course I knew that she was right. We'd been talking about this in theory for the past several days. Now that it was actually about to happen the idea that I would be so close to Kelly, but still so far away was a little unnerving. 

Kelly noticed my agitation. "Timmy honey, are you going to be okay?"

I took a deep breath, gathered my wits and smiled. "Yes Mistress Kelly, I'm going to be fine. Being with you while you're ignoring me is still better than being at home alone."

Kelly grinned. "That's a good way to look at it."

Suddenly a disembodied voice boomed out, "Places everyone, our guests are passing through the front gate."

I looked around in surprise.

Laughing, Kelly said; "That's Edward on the intercom. From his office he can talk to every room in this house." She paused. Her smile disappeared. "This is it Bunny. It's time for you to go." She kissed me hard on the lips and then she said, "I'll talk to you in the morning."

"This is exciting. I have butterflies in my stomach. I feel like an actor who's about to go on stage."

"You are going to be on stage. Every one of us has an important role to play in this little production." Kelly patted my butt. "Go get 'em Bunny."

"Aren't you coming with me?"

"No, I'll be about three minutes behind you. Edward believes in timing our entrances."

"I don't know where I'm going."

Kelly smiled. "Don't worry, Edward is very organized. I'm sure that right now someone waiting for you in the hallway."

I nodded, then I took a deep breath and said, "Have fun Mistress Kelly."

Kelly shook her head. "No Bunny, from now on I'm Mistress Melody. Mandy is Mistress Angela..."

"Angela, I thought you told me that Mandy used Mitzi."

"I did, but tonight she's playing the role of a superior, so she's using a name with a little more dignity. Tonya isn't going to be using Ginger tonight either. When she's a dominatrix she always uses Natasha." 

"Is Keisha still using Jasmine?"

"Yes, she loves that name. Bunny, you have to go. Edward will have a fit if you're late."

"All right, have a good time. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Goodbye Bunny, remember that I love you."

"Don't worry, I won't forget." I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

Kelly was right, Edward was very organized. Florence, the older maid and Kirby were waiting for me. 

As soon as he saw me Kirby laughed. "It's about time you got here."

"We're late, we don't have time to stand around and gab, follow me." Florence was all business. She turned and began walking quickly towards the rear of the mansion.

Kirby and I both took off after her.

I was puzzled. We were going in the opposite direction of the stairway that we'd taken to get up to this floor. I decided to ask. "Aren't the stairs in the other direction?"

Without turning around, Florence answered; "That staircase is for the bosses, the ladies and their guests. The household staff and slaves like the two of you always use the back stairs." Her tone was terse. I almost felt like I was being admonished.

As we walked down the corridor I noticed Kirby's outfit. He was wearing a pair of black billowy pants gathered at the ankles. They reminded me of the type of pants you'd expect to see on an Arabian knight. His top was a red vest embroidered with gold brocade. Each of his large biceps was adorned with an inch wide tight fitting gold bracelet. Around his neck he wore a black studded dog collar and like me, he was wearing sandals.

I smiled at him, "Nice outfit."

Shaking his head, he said; "I feel pretty silly. At least you got to wear a golf shirt."

"Yeah, with a cute little bunny embroidered on it and these are women's pants."

He glanced over at me. "No shit?"

"No shit,"

"I guess I don't feel so bad now."

"Thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better." Both of us started chuckling.

We came to a door near the back of the house. Florence opened it. There was a narrow staircase going down. She turned. "This will take us to the back of the kitchen."

She started down. We followed her.

The kitchen was amazing. It was twice the size of our living room at home and it appeared to have every state of the art cooking device ever invented. I was envious. Doris and Maurice were busily engaged in preparing what I assumed was going to be tonight's dinner. It smelled wonderful. As we passed through they both looked up and gave us a casual wave. 

From the kitchen we went into the dining room. It was even larger than the kitchen. The center piece of the room was an enormous mahogany table at least twenty feet long. Four massive matching side boards occupied most of the space along two of the walls. The other two walls were adorned with several very large classical oil paintings. The two floor to ceiling windows on these walls were framed by rich red velvet drapes trimmed with gold brocade. The lighting for the room was provided by two mammoth crystal chandeliers, one hanging over each half of the table. 

We followed Florence through the dining room into the main hallway. When I looked to my left I could see the reception hall where Edward and the staff had greeted us when we arrived. Across the hall from the dining room was a very large parlor. An enormous stone fireplace trimmed with dark woodwork took up most of the far wall. 

We turned to the right. We passed another door on our left. I looked inside. It was a small gambling casino with a roulette wheel, black jack table and at the center of the room a very long craps table. At the far end of the room there was a small stage. I suspected that the women danced on that stage while the men they were entertaining gambled.

The hall ended at set of glass double doors. Florence opened them and we stepped out onto a large veranda. Beyond the veranda was an enormous patio paved with flag stone. A rectangular swimming pool at least forty feet long occupied the center of the patio. Just off the near right corner of the pool, steaming hot water bubbled in a stone spa large enough to accommodate at least a dozen people. 

On the right side of the pool, beyond the spa, there was a long brick building with a row of four doors. I guessed that these were the poolside cabanas. Several tables surrounded by chairs and eight luxurious chaise lounges were loosely arranged along the edge of the pool. At the far end of the patio there was a high hedge of thick flowering bushes. Beyond the bushes I could see what appeared to be a maintenance shed.

To the left of the pool there was a fountain at least twenty feet in diameter. A statue of a well muscled Greek warrior stood at the center. He was naked and at a least twelve feet tall. His large penis hung flaccid between his powerful thighs. Two beautiful nude women were kneeling at his feet. The fountain was surrounded by a large garden filled with a variety of plants in full bloom.

On the near left corner of the pool there was another, much smaller brick building. The front of this building was actually a carved oak bar with a half dozen stools neatly arranged in front of it. An assortment of liquor bottles were displayed on several shelves behind the bar.

Nathan, Edward's assistant was standing next to this building. He was waiting for us.

"I'll leave you here. I have chores to finish. Nathan will explain your duties." Florence turned and abruptly disappeared through the double glass doors.

As soon as she was gone Nathan waved to us. "Bunny, Cookie, come down here. We don't have much time."

There was a wide stone stairway that led down to the patio. Kirby and I quickly joined Nathan.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. We don't have time for formalities, so I'm just going to start explaining your duties. First of all you must remember your place at all times. You are slaves. Do not ever forget that. Our guests should be addressed as Mr. Cameron, Mr. Greer and Mr. Foley. Donald Kline is also a slave. You may not address him at all. If you have any questions for him ask one of the ladies. They will answer for him. The ladies should of course always be addressed as Mistress Natasha, Mistress Melody, Mistress Jasmine and Mistress Angela. You both belong to the ladies, so most of your questions should be directed to them. I will do the same with questions regarding the two of you. If I require your services I will go to one of the ladies and ask. For example I may say, Mistress Jasmine, may I take Cookie for a little while? She will give permission."

Kirby asked, "Nathan, how should we address you?"

In private you can of course call all of us by our first names, but in front of the guests you should always address me as Mr. Nathan. Florence should be Ms. Florence. 

A bell chimed one time. 

"Our guests are in the reception hall. We have to hurry. Cookie, you'll be tending bar."

"I've never been a bartender."

"You were a cook in the Navy, you know how to mix a drink, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"This isn't going to be difficult. The ladies will most likely ask for margaritas. They're already mixed. You'll find them in a pitcher in one of the refrigerators under the bar. The men will probably start with beer. There's a wide selection of brands in two of the refrigerators under the bar. We've already asked the men about their beer preferences, so we should have a good supply of anything they request. There's also a bartender's book behind the bar in case someone asks you for a cocktail you that don't know how to make. Do you think you can handle that?"

Kirby nodded. "Absolutely."

Nathan smiled. "Good, your place is behind the bar. When the men come in with Martin, John, Wendell and Edward you should be standing still watching them."

"Kind of like standing at attention when an officer comes on deck."

"Yes, that's a good way to look at it. You will be quickly introduced. Do not say anything, just nod politely."

"I can do that."

"All right, go to your station."

As soon as Kirby was gone Nathan turned to me. "Bunny, when the men come in your job is to quietly fall into place behind them. Try to avoid drawing attention to yourself. Like Kirby you will also be introduced. You should also nod politely without saying anything. This evening your rule is, do not speak unless you're are spoken to. Do you understand?'

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Nathan.'"

Nathan smiled. "That is exactly the attitude you should maintain for the entire evening. Most of your directions will come from the ladies, but if one of the gentleman asks for something you should respond immediately. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

Suddenly the double glass doors at the back of the mansion opened. Edward stepped out onto the veranda and held one of the doors. 

Martin Jackson and another man who I assumed was John Reynolds came through behind him. As soon as they were on the veranda they stepped aside and four middle aged men walked through the door. They were followed by Wendell Tyler and Elvira.

Once everyone was standing on the veranda, Martin Jackson said; "Gentlemen, I'm certain that you remember our pool area."

One of the men smiled. "Oh yes."

"We thought we'd start our little party with cocktails or beer out here."

Another of the men asked, "Where are the girls?"

Martin smiled. "They'll be out here shortly. Beautiful women like to make an entrance."

Everyone laughed.

John Reynolds said, "Why don't we wait for them down by the pool."

As the group walked down the steps Nathan whispered to me. "Bunny after everyone is on the patio, slip in behind Wendell, Elvira and Edward. Remember, do not draw attention to yourself."

I waited. As soon as the entire group was off the steps and walking towards the pool I quietly fell in behind them. 

Once they reached the tables John Reynolds stopped and turned to the four men. "Gentlemen, tonight you are our guests. It is our intention to provide you with a memorable evening. If you decide to invest in our project it is an evening that we would be very willing to repeat several more times."

Martin nodded and said, "As always, Edward and his staff will be available to see to your every need. To further insure that you have a wonderful time Elvira who you have already met, will also be around to make certain that your every desire is being fulfilled. Finally, our hostesses have brought their slaves with them this evening and they will also be working to provide anything you might want."

One of the men chuckled. "Their slaves?"

Martin nodded. "Yes, they're one of the perks that we provide to our lovely ladies. We thought that you might appreciate that little touch."

Another of the men smirked. "Donald, you should apply for that job. Your wife already has you very well trained."

One man's face turned red while the other three men chuckled at the joke. I assumed that the embarrassed man was Donald Kline.

Tactfully smiling while he ignored the playful barb at their friend, Martin said; "The slave behind the bar is Cookie."

Every one turned. Kirby nodded.

"The girl's other slave is standing behind you. His name is Bunny."

The group now turned and looked at me. I nodded.

Suddenly John Reynold's said, "Our hostesses have arrived."

We all looked at the rear of the mansion. Kelly, Keisha and Mandy were walking down the stone steps side by side. They were wearing similar bikini bathing suits. Kelly's was pink, Keisha's was white and Mandy's was black. All three of them were stunningly beautiful. Tonya followed three steps behind them. She wasn't wearing a bikini. Instead she was dressed in a pair of black leather hot pants, a black leather brassiere, a pair of thigh high black spike heeled boots and a pair of elbow high black leather gloves. In her left hand she carried a black leather dog collar and a matching leash. 

Laughing, one of the men said; "It's not hard to figure out which one is Donald's date."



Courtesan Ch. 40



This is the fortieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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The women sashayed across the patio. As they approached us Keisha said, "Girls, we are going to have fun tonight."

Martin Jackson placed his hand on the shoulder of the man standing next to him and said; "Brad, this sassy one is named Jasmine. She's yours for the evening. Jasmine this is Brad Cameron."

Keisha walked directly over to Brad and wrapped her arms around his waist. As she hugged him, she said; "Brad honey are you ready for a little chocolate delight tonight? The saying is, once you've had black you never go back and sweetheart by the time I'm done with you, you are going to be a devoted connoisseur of chocolate for the rest of your life."

She snaked her hand down the front of his trousers and squeezed his cock. "Oh yes, and you definitely have the necessary equipment to enjoy my sweet little chocolate pussy."

John Reynolds was chuckling as he walked over to the man who'd been standing next to Brad Cameron. He placed his hand on his shoulder and guided him towards Mandy. "Jason, this little pistol is Angela. She's your date for the evening. Angela, this is Jason Foley."

Mandy walked over and seductively rubbed his chest. "Jason, tonight I belong to you and my goal is to try to fulfill every fantasy that you have ever imagined."

Jason looked at his friends and laughed. "Shit, I think we've died and gone to heaven."

While everyone was smiling at Jason's joke Kelly approached the third man. "You must be Tyler?"

He nodded. 

"I'm Melody. I heard that you like well endowed girls."

He grinned at her. "Yes I do."

I watched as my wife picked up his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. "Are these big enough for you?"

Laughing as he felt my wife, he said; "Yes, I believe that they'll be just fine."

Kelly put her arm around his shoulder. "That's good, because you're going to get to play with them all night long."

Still cupping Kelly's breast, Tyler placed his other hand on the small of her back and then he slipped it into her bikini bottom and gently squeezed one of her cheeks.

Giggling, my wife said; "I just love a man who sees what he wants and takes it."

That was all the encouragement Tyler needed. He pushed his hand even deeper into the back of Kelly's bikini. It was obvious that his fingers were worming their way between her thighs. 

Kelly gasped when she felt him fingering her pussy. "Tyler honey, I think that the two of us are destined to become very close friends."

He leaned over and said in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear, "I think we already are."

Closing her eyes, Kelly breathlessly answered; "Yes, I do believe you're right."

I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. 

Without my noticing it, Elvira had repositioned herself so that she was standing next to me. Reaching over, she grasped my fingers in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. 

I looked at her and smiled. That was all the reassurance I needed.

Mr. Jackson walked over to Donald Kline and took him by the upper arm. "Donald, it's time for you to meet your date for the evening."

Donald looked at him apprehensively.

Shaking his head, Mr. Jackson said; "Don't worry Donald, she has instructions to try to avoid any permanent injury."

Donald took a deep breath.

"I'd like you to meet Mistress Natasha."

Tonya stepped up to him. "Good evening Donny."

Bowing politely, Donald said; "Natasha, it's pleasure to meet you."

Holding on to the dog collar and leash she was carrying, Tonya grabbed the collar of Donald's shirt. Lifting him up so that he was standing on his tiptoes, she slapped him hard across the face and said; "Little pussyboys like you address me as Mistress Natasha. Do you understand?"

Donald vigorously shook his head. "Yes Mistress Natasha, I understand and I'm sorry that I offended you."

Tonya laughed. "You have no idea how sorry you're going to be."

Before Donald realized what was happening Tonya secured the dog collar around his neck and attached the leash. Then, giving the leash a firm tug, she said; "Come my little pet. We need to spend some time teaching you how to properly behave."

Tonya led Donald back up the steps and into the mansion.

Once they were inside, Tyler Greer said; "I don't understand why, but Donald loves being treated like that. It really seems to get him off." He laughed. "He's probably going to have more fun tonight than we are."

Reaching over and grabbing Tyler's obviously erect cock through his pants, my wife said; "I'm taking that as a challenge."

Tyler grinned at her. "Go for it Melody."

Martin Jackson smiled at Brad, Jason and Tyler. "It think it's time for us to leave you alone and give you an opportunity to get a little better acquainted with these lovely ladies." 

John Reynolds nodded. "Yes, Bunny will stay with you and see to your needs. If there is anything that you want, anything at all; just let the girls know. They'll tell Bunny and he'll get it for you."

Turning to me, he said; "Nathan and Elvira will be at the bar with Cookie. If our guests want something and you don't know how to get it, ask them. They'll help you. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mr. Reynolds, I know exactly what to do."

Martin looked at his business partner. "He'll be fine John. Bunny is a very resourceful little fellow."

The term, little fellow struck me as being slightly demeaning, but I understood. I was a slave. That was my role for the evening. Besides, I was a submissive masochist. As Tyler so aptly put it when he was describing his friend; I can't understand why, but Donald loves being treated like that. It really seems to get him off. Donald Kline and I had a lot in common.

Mr. Jackson looked at me. I noticed a hint of concern in his eyes. I guessed that the little fellow comment was a slip and he was now recalling the problems we'd had a week ago. I knew that he desperately wanted to avoid a scene at this party and it was apparent that he'd just realized that he might have inadvertently provoked me.

I smiled at him.

He stared at me for a moment and then he gave me an almost imperceptible nod and smiled back. 

Quickly turning to John and Wendell, he said; "I think we can rest assured that our guests are in very good hands."

John nodded and smiled at Brad, Jason and Tyler. "Gentlemen, we'll see you at dinner." 

The three partners then turned and walked quickly back to the mansion.

As they were leaving Elvira said; "Bunny, I'll be at the bar with Nathan and Cookie. Let me know if our guests need anything."

"Yes, Mistress Elvira."

Elvira flashed me a reassuring smile and then she turned and walked over to the bar.

As soon as she was gone Keisha said, "I think it's time for us to start our party."

"Jasmine baby, I'm ready and rarin to go." Brad Cameron was grinning.

Mandy seductively rubbed Jason Foley's chest with the palm of her hand. "You guys have been playing golf all day. You must be hungry and thirsty. I'll bet you could use an ice cold beverage and some snacks." She let her hand slip to his crotch. As she squeezed his stiffening penis she added; "Melody, Jasmine and I love to pamper powerful men like the three of you. I understand that all of you enjoy a cold beer after golf. What kind would you like?"

Jason took a deep breath. Having his cock squeezed had obviously unnerved him. He took a second to collect his wits and then he smiled and said, "Have you got any Heineken?"

"I'm sure we do. Bunny would you tell Nathan that Mr. Foley would like a Heineken."

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Angela." Then I turned to Kelly and Keisha.

Kelly ran her fingertips along Tyler's forearm. "What would you like, studman?"

Tyler chuckled. "Studman, I like that name. I'll have a Heineken too."

Slipping her arm around Tyler's waist, Kelly turned to me and said, "You heard the man Bunny, get him a Heineken."

I noticed an aloof tone in Kelly's voice. A week ago I would have been hurt by it, but now it didn't faze me at all. I understood. At this moment all of my wife's attention was focused on pleasing her lover. I was nothing more than an insignificant slave to her and until she returned to me in the morning, that was all I was going to be. 

It was her concern about how I would react in this situation that had earlier caused Kelly to be so persistent about reminding me that regardless of what happens tonight, regardless of how she acts, I will always be her one and only true love.

I glanced over a Mandy. She was staring at me. I quickly realized that she'd also noticed Kelly's aloof manner towards me and she was concerned about how I was reacting.

I gave her a discreet nod. She smiled. She understood that I was all right.

Next to me I heard Keisha ask, "Brad honey, what kind of beer would you like?" Her question jarred me back to reality. I needed to take a lesson from my wife. I had a job to do this evening and it required my full attention." 

"A Heineken would be just fine." 

"Bunny, that's three Heinekens and tell Cookie that the three of us will have margaritas." Keisha looked at Mandy and Kelly. "Are margaritas all right with you two?"

They both nodded.

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes Mistress Jasmine, right away." Then I turned and hurried over to the bar. Nathan was waiting for me. 

"Three Heinekens and three margaritas."

"We'll take care of it Bunny. Go back to your Mistresses."

I smiled as I hustled back across the patio. I was beginning to understand my role. I was an errand boy.

The men were now sitting in chairs. The girls were all sitting on their laps. Kelly had her arm around Tyler's shoulder. One of his hands was inside the front of her bikini bottom. He was cupping her breast with his other hand. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy, but I quickly squelched it.

As discreetly as possible, I walked around and the table where the group was seated and positioned myself in front of the cabanas. It seemed to be the least intrusive spot for me.

Keisha and Brad were making out. One of Keisha's breasts was out of her bathing suit top. Brad was playing with her nipple. Mandy had unzipped Jason's pants and pulled out his very erect cock. She was slowly stroking him.

Suddenly I heard Kelly say, "Guys, I think we should all get into the spa."

Mandy nodded. "That's a wonderful idea."

Tyler shook his head. "We don't have bathing suits."

Giggling, my wife said, "What would possibly make you think you'd need a bathing suit?"

"You're wearing a bathing suit."

"Yes, and whose fault is that." She leaned over and whispered in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "All you have to do is pull on the bows and my suit will fall right off." She turned around and leaned forward. "Let's start with the top."

As Tyler tugged on the bow that fastened my wife's bathing suit top he said, "There are some tasks in this world that are an unparalleled pleasure."

Kelly pulled her top away and turned back around so that her naked breasts were in Tyler's face. "Would you like a little nibble?"

Tyler laughed. "I was hoping you might ask me that."

He cradled my wife's breasts in his hands and pressed them together. For a moment Tyler gazed at them adoringly and then he gently kissed each of her nipples.

Kelly laughed. "You really are a breast man, aren't you." 

Grinning at her, Tyler said, "Oh Yes." Then, holding her left breast with his right hand he sucked her nipple into his mouth At the same time his left hand found Kelly's right nipple. He rolled it back and forth between his fingertips while he eagerly kissed and licked the other nipple.

Kelly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. I knew my wife. She loved having her breasts sucked and fondled. Tyler was driving her wild. 

As I watched this other man pleasure Kelly I actually smiled. I wasn't jealous. I will admit I was a little envious, but the envy I was feeling was exciting me. The knowledge that another man was enjoying the sexual delights that should have been mine appealed my masochistic disposition.

Still, that wasn't the real cause of my smile. I was smiling because seeing my wife enjoying herself, even thought it was in the arms of another man, made me happy. 

Undoubtedly, that reaction would shock many people. To tell you the truth, it still shocks me a little bit. I know that it's difficult to understand. It's even difficult for me to understand it. How can seeing my wife enjoying the intimate attention of another man not make me jealous?

I think that it's based on my unshakeable confidence in my wife's love for me. This confidence in Kelly's love has been slowly growing since we met. It was founded in friendship, mutual admiration and eventually mutual trust.

That was why, during the past year, I was so slow to realize that we had a growing problem. I was utterly convinced of Kelly's love for me. Having to actually question that love was untenable.. When I was finally forced to confront the possibility that she might love someone else I was devastated.

The pain and suffering we both had to endure during the past year was awful, but it ended up having one very positive result. I was now even more convinced that my wife loved me. When I left Kelly for those few days, the belief that she'd lost me nearly destroyed her. She had been willing to do anything, even quit a very lucrative job that she loved, just so that she could stay with me.

Now as I watched my wife gasping and cooing with delight while another man kissed and licked her nipples, I didn't have to worry. I knew that this wasn't love. Kelly was just enjoying herself. 

Sexual pleasure isn't about love. Certainly love enhances sexual pleasure, but love is a separate entity based on friendship, trust, mutual admiration and above all else an undying concern for each others welfare. Relationships based on lust eventually die. Relationships founded on love live forever. 

It's taken me a couple of weeks and the assistance of several new friends to regain my confidence in my wife's unwavering love for me. I've done that now and once again I believe that Kelly and I have a marriage based on love. That's why I can smile when I watch her party with another man.

Suddenly Kelly pushed herself away from Tyler and stood up. Giggling she said, "I could do that forever, but I think we'll have more fun if we both get naked and get into the hot tub."

She stood up and turned around so that her back was to Tyler. "You still have two knots to untie."

He grabbed a bow with each hand and gave them a quick tug. The bottom of my wife's bikini fell away exposing her gorgeous rear end. Tyler leaned forward and gave each of her cheeks a quick peck.

Laughing as she turned around, Kelly lasciviously fingered her glistening pussy and said. "My little kitty could use a kiss too."

Tyler chuckled. "I'm just the man for the job." He leaned forward again, only this time he grabbed my wife's hips and held her firmly to his face while he gave her cunt a long slow, very passionate kiss."

Kelly gasped when she felt his tongue probing the cleft of her pussy.

This did ignite some momentary pangs of jealousy. Tyler was encroaching on an area where I felt I had some expertise. I quickly reminded myself that this was still just a physical act and had absolutely nothing to do with my wife''s feelings for me. Kelly was not going to run away with Tyler because he licked her pussy and while she did enjoy the pleasure I gave her with my tongue, it was not the reason she married me.

Kelly stepped back and took a deep breath. "This is turning into a very exciting afternoon."

Tyler nodded. "Yes, it certainly is."

"Come on, stand up. We have to get you undressed so we can take a nice hot soak in the spa." Kelly grabbed Tyler's wrist and pulled him to his feet. 

As he stood up he said; "I don't know, I was having a pretty good time in the chair."

"Tyler honey, the day is still young and the fun is just beginning. Now, let's get you undressed." 

Kelly lifted Tyler's golf shirt over his head and pulled it off exposing a trim well muscled physique. It was obvious that he spent some time in the gym. I was certain that my wife was pleased.

She tossed his shirt on the table, unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers. Tyler's erect penis sprang up making a tent in the front of his boxer shorts.

"Kick your off shoes. I want to get you out of your pants so that I can see this monster that's making such a fuss in your underwear." Kelly was giggling.

As Tyler slipped out of his loafers he said, "I'll give you some advice."

"Pray tell, what would that be?"

"The monster is happiest when he can hide in warm moist places."

Kelly grinned at him. "I'll remember that. Your monster's well being is very important to me." Then she pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles.

Tyler's cock stuck straight out. Actually, that wasn't quite accurate. His erection had a slight upward curve to it. He wasn't huge. He was bigger than me, but who isn't. I estimated his penis at about six inches. I knew that Kelly preferred bigger cocks, but six inches wasn't bad and she'd often told me that she loved a cock with a little upward curve to it. I assumed that she was reasonably pleased about what she'd just found. 

Tyler stepped out if his pants.

My wife looked at me. "Bunny, take care of Mr. Greer's clothes"

I nodded. "Yes Mistress Melody, right away."

"Bunny take care of Mr. Foley's and Mr. Cameron's too." It was Mandy.

"Yes Mistress Angela" 

I glanced over at them. Mandy, Keisha, Brad Cameron and Jason Foley were all naked. The men's clothing was scattered on the patio next to their chairs.

Like Tyler, both Brad and Jason had erections. Jason's cock was about the same size as Tyler's, but it was straight. Brad's was larger. I guessed that he was about seven inches and just a little bit thicker than Tyler.

Keisha grabbed Brad's stiff penis. "Come on studman, let's get into the spa." As she led her man across the patio deck she giggled. "Men come equipped with these wonderfully convenient handles."

Mandy wrapped her fingers around Jason's cock. As they followed Keisha and Brad to the spa she said, "And they love to be led around by them."

Jason laughed. "Angela my dear, as long as you hang on to me like this I'll follow you anywhere."

As they stepped into the hot churning water of the spa, Mandy said; "Oh you just like looking at my naked butt."

Leering at her, Jason said, "I'd like to do a whole lot more than look at it."

"Sweetie, it's yours to use as you please for the entire night."

Jason looked at Brad who was now sitting chest deep in the hot tub with his arm around Keisha. "Damn Brad, I love doing business with JTandR."

Brad nodded. "They do know how to make a man feel appreciated."

Kelly grabbed Tyler's cock. "Shall we join them?"

"Melody, I'm just like Jason. If you hold me like this, I'll go anywhere you want to take me."

As they started across the patio Kelly looked back at Tyler and asked, "Are you going to stare at my butt while we walk over there?"

"Every step of the way."

"I thought you were a breast man?"

"I'm a man with a wide variety of tastes."

Laughing, Kelly quickly led her man into the spa where they sat down next to Jason and Mandy. As soon as they were settled, she leaned over and kissed Tyler's cheek. "We should get along famously, because I'm a woman who loves to taste men."




Courtesan Ch. 40



Tyler grinned

Jason reached around Kelly and poked his friend. "Like I just said to Brad, you gotta love doing business with these people."

Tyler nodded. "Yes, now we just have to convince Donny of that."

Still keeping his arm around Keisha, Brad leaned forward and said; "I wonder what's happening with our buddy right now?"

Mandy giggled. "I'm sure that Natasha has his full attention."

Brad smiled. "I'll bet she does and I'll also wager that our buddy is loving every minute of it." 

While they were talking Nathan arrived with a tray full of drinks. All of them were in heavy weight plastic glasses. He set a beer on the edge of the tub next to each of the men and a margarita next to each of the women.

While this was going on I was busy picking up the men's clothing. After laying everything neatly across the table I looked over at Elvira. I wasn't sure what else I should do with their things. I was hoping for some direction. She made a little nod towards the rear of the mansion. I was relieved to see Cassie and Florence walking briskly towards me.

When the housekeepers arrived at the table Cassie said, "Bunny we'll bring the gentlemen's clothing up to their rooms."

"Thank you Ms. Cassie. I put each man's clothing in a separate pile." I pointed. "This is Mr. Cameron's, this is Mr. Foley's and this is Mr. Greer's. The pink bathing suit belongs to Mistress Kelly, the black bathing suit is Mistress Angela's and the white suit is Mistress Jasmine's."

After they'd gathered up everything Florence said,"Well done Bunny." She pointed towards a cabinet next to the building that housed the cabanas. You'll find towels for the ladies and their gentlemen in that cabinet over there."

I nodded. "Ms. Florence, Ms. Cassie; thank you."

As soon as the housekeepers were gone I walked over to the cabinet and took out six large bath towels. I set them on one of the chairs and positioned myself behind the spa. The group was chatting and sipping their drinks.

Kelly was snuggled up to Tyler. He had his arm around her. His hand was on her breast. I noticed that as they talked he was gently toying with my wife's nipple. Kelly was holding her margarita in her right hand. Her left hand was submerged. Because of the churning water I couldn't actually see what her hand was doing, but her left arm was slowly moving back and forth. I was reasonably certain that while they were chatting my wife was stroking Tyler's cock.

The group had been in the hot tub for about twenty minutes when Edward appeared. Doris, the assistant chef, was right behind him. Both of them were carrying a tray of appetizers. 

As they set the trays on one of the poolside tables Edward said, "We thought you might be hungry. Dinner won't be served until eight o'clock."

Brad Cameron stood up. "I'm famished." 

Tyler Greer also stood up. "Me too."

Everyone quickly followed their lead. 

Tyler stepped out of the tub. The effect of my wife's submerged hand was immediately obvious. His erection was jutting straight up. 

He offered Kelly a hand. As he helped her out of the tub she called to me, "Bunny we need towels."

Brad and Jason stepped out of the tub and helped Mandy and Keisha out.

I quickly grabbed the stack of large bath towels that I'd set out earlier and distributed them to the six naked dripping people as they stood shivering on the patio. It was a warm day, the high had been in the low 80's; but the hot water in the spa had raised everyone's body temperature. Now that they were out of the steaming tub they were all experiencing a temporary chill. I noticed that the erections that Brad, Jason and Tyler had all been sporting as they emerged from the spa were now beginning to droop.

Tyler took the towel I'd given him and gallantly wrapped it around my wife's naked, goose bump covered body. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy as I watched Kelly close her eyes and lean against him as he patted her large breasts dry.

While the group was drying each other off Cassie appeared carrying six plush terry cloth bathrobes. I was constantly amazed by the organization at Evergreen.

As soon as they were all wrapped in the comforting warmth of the robes the three girls took their men by the hand and led them over to the chaise lounges. 

Keisha said, "You guys sit here and relax, we'll bring you some snacks."

While the girls were walking over to the trays of food Mandy turned to me. "Bunny, our men need more beer." She looked at Kelly and Keisha. "White wine?"

They both nodded. Keisha said, "Definitely."

"Bunny, we'll each have a glass of Riesling."

"Yes Mistress Angela, right away."

I hurried over to the bar. Nathan, Elvira and Kirby were waiting for me. "Three more beers and three glasses of Riesling."

Nathan nodded to me. "We'll take care of it Bunny." He turned to Kirby. "There's a bottle of Riesling in the refrigerator where you found the margaritas."

As Kirby was getting the wine Elvira placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and asked, "How are you doing Bunny?"

"I'm okay. I've had a couple of moments when I felt a little jealous, but I keep reminding myself that for Kelly and I think Mandy, Keisha and Tonya too, sex is just an exciting game. It's not any different than watching them play a highly contested tennis match."

Elvira rubbed my back. "That's a good way to look at it." Turning to Kirby she said, "Did you hear that Cookie?"

Kirby was filling three plastic cups with wine. Without looking up he answered, "Yes I did Mistress Elvira."

"Good." Elvira patted my butt. "You'd better get back to the girls. Nathan will bring the drinks over."

I nodded and walked quickly back to the other side of the pool.

Kelly, Keisha and Mandy were sitting on the chaise lounges next to their men. They were each holding a plate of food. Their robes were open leaving their breasts were fully exposed. 

As I approached them I saw my wife pick up a cracker with a piece of cheese on it and feed it to Tyler. My breath caught. I stopped for a moment and then remembering what I'd just said to Elvira, I took a deep breath and moved to my place behind the chaise lounges.

Standing there watching the girls feed their men, I was fascinated that a normally a mundane task like eating could become such an overtly sexual act. Of course the fact that the girls robes were now wide open and the three men were fondling their breasts while they were being fed added to that impression.

Nathan arrived with the second round of drinks. Being careful not to interrupt the couples, he set them on the small tables next to each of the chaise lounges and discreetly withdrew.

As soon as he was gone, Mandy held up her plate. "Bunny take this away."

"Take this one too."

"And this one."

Kelly and Keisha were both holding up their plates.

I took the plates and placed them on the table next to the trays of food. When I turned around again Kelly was holding Tyler's plastic glass of beer to his lips. She stared into his eyes as he took a sip, then she set his glass back on the table and picked up her own. Still staring into his eyes she took a sip of her wine and lasciviously licked her lips. Then she set the glass down again, leaned over and kissed Tyler.

Tyler put an arm around Kelly and pulled her down on top of him. At the same time his free hand slipped inside her robe and he began fondling her breast again.

Still locked in a passionate kiss with him; Kelly reached down, opened Tyler's robe and grasped his fully erect penis.

I glanced at Keisha and Mandy. Both of them were also locked in passionate embraces with their men. It appeared that the orgy was now beginning in earnest.

"My, my, my; isn't this an erotic scene."

I looked up. It was Tonya. I'd been watching my wife and Tyler so intently that I'd failed to notice her approach.

Donald Kline was standing next to her. He was now wearing nothing but a chastity cage, a pair of crotchless pink lace panties similar to the ones I was wearing and his leather dog collar with the leather leash attached to it. The words; Hello, my name is Twinkles, were scrawled across his freshly shaved chest in what appeared to be red lipstick.

Tonya was still wearing her black leather brassiere, thigh high spike heeled boots and elbow length leather gloves, but she was now bottomless. Her leather hot pants were gone. The glistening lips of her shaved sex were on full display. She held Donald's leash in her right hand. In her left she had a horsewhip similar to the ones jockeys use to spur their mounts on to victory.

"Holy shit!"

I turned. It was Brad Cameron. The three couples had stopped making out. They were all staring at Donald and Tonya.

Josh shook his head. "Wait until Michelle hears about this."

Tyler nodded. "She'll get a big kick out it." He looked at Donald, "You doin all right buddy?"

Donald gave his friend a barely perceptible nod.

Whap! Tonya struck him across his bare back with her whip. "Did I give you permission to answer your friend pussyboy?"

"No Mistress Natasha, I'm sorry, I slipped. Please forgive me. I promise to never to do it again."

"Get down on your knees and kiss my boots!"

Donald immediately dropped to the patio and started kissing and licking the toes of Tonya's spike heeled boots.

While he was groveling at her feet Tonya smiled at Tyler. "Don't worry, your friend is having the time of his life. He knows that I'll never actually do anything that will seriously hurt him and if I do accidentally go too far or do something that he really doesn't want me to do, he has a safe word.

Tyler still had his arm around my wife. She was lying next to him on the chaise lounge cuddled against his shoulder. Her fingers were still wrapped around his erect penis. Looking up at him she said, "Don't worry, Natasha is a very skilled dom. Tonight her job is to push Donald's limits and give him an evening that he will always remember."

Kelly let go of Tyler's cock and pushed herself up so that her face was on the same level as his. She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and then she said, "It's my job to give you an evening that you'll never forget."

She slid down his chest, positioned herself between Tyler's legs, pulled his robe farther apart and grasped his cock with both of her hands. Smiling up at him she said, "I hope that you'll always remember this." Then my wife leaned over and kissed the engorged head of Tyler's erect penis.

On the adjacent lounge chair Jason Foley said, "Damn this party keeps getting hotter and hotter."

Mandy who was cuddled up to Jason smiled and said, "Would you like some of that same treatment?"

He didn't say a word. He just grinned at Mandy and vigorously nodded his head.

As Mandy was going down on him, Keisha said; "Brad honey, have you ever had a blow job from a black girl? You do know that we suck cock better than anybody."

Kelly laughed. Taking Tyler's cock out of her mouth for a moment, she said, "I've always heard that it was blonds with big tits who gave the best head."

Keeping Jason's erection in her mouth Mandy shook her head and mumbled, "You're both wrong, it's little brunettes."

Keisha started giggling as she rubbed the head of Brad's rigid penis on her lips, cheeks and nose. "What was that Angela? I couldn't understand what you just said. You do know that it's not polite for a lady to talk with her mouth full."

"Jasmine quit it! You know that a girl can't give a proper blow job while she's giggling."

Keisha slipped farther down between Brad's legs and started licking his balls while she stroked his cock with both of her hands. "Shit Angela, a black girl can give a proper blow job while she's reciting Lincoln's Gettysburg Address."

All three men started laughing. Brad said, "Be careful Jasmine, we might try to hold you to that one."

Keisha began reciting, "Four score and seven years ago..." It came out as a garbled mumble. She had one of Brad's balls in her mouth and she was still stroking his cock.

Mandy burst out laughing. "Now who's talking with her mouth full!"

"If you guys could be serious for one second, I have an important question to ask."

We all turned to Tonya. She was standing with her hands on her hips, but there was a huge grin on her face. Donald was still kissing her boots.

Kelly once again took Tyler's cock out of her mouth, only this time she gave the head a quick kiss. Then she said, "What is it Natasha?"

"What kind of wine are you drinking and what does a girl have to do to get a glass?"

Smiling, Kelly said; "It's a very nice Riesling and all you have to do is ask Bunny. He'll have Nathan bring you a glass. Do you have any other questions?"

"Yes, what kind of beer are the men drinking?"

"Brad smiled. "Heineken and your pet loves it."

Tonya reached down, slipped the tip of her horsewhip under Donald's chin and gently pushed his face up so that he was looking at her. "Would my pet like a Heineken? You may answer."

"Yes Mistress Natasha, that would be very nice." 

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

Turning to me, Tonya said; "Bunny I'd like a glass of the Riesling and bring a Heineken for Twinkles. He'll need a cereal bowl for his beer."

As I was leaving for the bar I heard Jason say, "Damn, is she really going to make Donny drink his beer out of a bowl?"

I stopped for a moment. I wanted to hear Tonya's answer to his question.

Mandy answered instead. "Jason honey, at Evergreen only men are allowed to drink beer from a glass. Pets always drink from a bowl."

Brad shook his head. "You girls are incredible. All four of you must have graduated from the University of Debauchery."

Keisha looked up at him with a smile. She'd moved up from his balls and was now sucking his cock. She took it out of her mouth and held it in her hand while she said, "Ah yes, the good old U of D. It's in Kinkyville, Ohio. The nickname of the football team is the Pervs."

Mandy laughed, "The president of the university has a fourteen inch dong."

Kelly picked it right up. "The department of African American Studies is recognized nationally for its rigid standards. Married, middle-aged white women from every state flock there to study under the well-endowed professors." She was giggling so hard that she could barely speak.

Grinning, I continued to the bar. Nathan, Elvira and Kirby were waiting for me. 

"Mistress Natasha would like a glass of the Riesling for herself and a Heineken for her pet. She told me that her pet will need a cereal bowl for his beer."

Elvira smiled. "Natasha is a very creative dominant." 

She picked up a telephone and pressed a button. A moment later she said, "Edward, Natasha needs a cereal bowl for her pet." There was a brief pause and then she said; "Thank you" 

She set the telephone down and looked at me. "Cassie will be right out with a bowl."

Kirby already had a bottle of Heineken on the bar and he was pouring Tonya's wine.

Smiling at me, Nathan said, "Bunny go back over to the party. As soon as Cassie gets here with the bowl, I'll pour Mr. Kline's beer and bring the drinks right over."

I nodded. "Thank you Mr. Nathan." Then I turned and hurried back to the other side of the pool.

Tonya was now sitting in one of the chairs next to the table with the trays of food. Donald Kline was kneeling on the patio by her feet. Brad, Jason and Tyler were watching Tonya and Donald while Keisha, Mandy and Kelly were busily sucking their cocks.

As I moved into my position behind the chaise lounges, Tonya picked up a cracker and held it over Donald's upturned face. "Twinkles speak."

Donald said, "Arf, arf"

Tonya patted his head. "That's a good boy." Then she fed him the cracker.

Tyler shook his head. "I really do wish we had a video of this. Michelle would love it."

Brad nodded. "The next time we get together with her for one of our sex parties, we can tell her all about it."

"Pardon me Madam." Nathan set Tonya's glass of wine down on the table next to her and then he asked, "Where would you like me to put your pet's beer?" 

Everyone's attention was so intently focused on Tonya and Donald that none of us had noticed Nathan's arrival.

Tonya smiled at him. "Thank you Nathan, leave it on the table. I'll take care of it."

"Very good madam." Nathan set the bowl of beer next to Tonya's glass of wine and quickly withdrew.

As soon as he was gone Tonya picked up the beer and set it on the patio in front of Donald. "Here you are Twinkles, this is for you. I always reward my pets when they're obedient."

Donald moved to pick up the bowl with his hands.

Whap! Tonya hit his panty covered rear with her whip. "Twinkles, you know better than that. At Evergreen pets are never allowed to use their hands when they eat or drink."

Donald gave Tonya a resigned nod and then he leaned over and began lapping up the beer with his tongue.

Everyone watched in amazement. The intensity of Donald's effort indicated that he was thirsty. That wasn't surprising to me. Earlier that day he'd played eighteen holes of golf in the warm South Carolina sun and he'd just returned from a "training session" with Tonya. I could only imagine the trials that he'd been forced to endure during that little tete-a-tete.

After a minute he sat up and licked his lips. He was smiling.

Tonya patted his head. "Has my pet had enough for right now?"

Donald nodded.

She leaned over and picked up the bowl. "I'll let you have some more a little later."

As Tonya was picking up the bowl Donald noticed that everyone was staring at him. Suddenly realizing how he'd just humiliated himself, he hung his head. His face turned a deep shade of crimson.

Tonya smiled when she noticed his obvious embarrassment. Patting his shoulder, she said in a voice dripping with condescension, "It's all right Twinkles, you don't have to be ashamed. All of these people are your superiors. They understand that you're just a pet. They expect you to behave this way. Actually it would be an insult if you attempted to mimic them."

Brad shook his head. "Shit, she is fucking good."

"She really is. We should ask Martin, John and Wendell if Donny's wife could come down here and study under her." Tyler was smiling.

Kelly looked up at him. "You mean like an apprentice dominatrix?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I mean they both really get off on this shit. Sometimes I think Michelle likes it even more than Donny does and he loves it."

Jason nodded. "He's right, when we have our sex parties, Michelle can get down right nasty to Donny. Then the moment it's all over it's like she's a completely different woman. After we get dressed we'll usually sit in their living room and have a beer before we go home. Michelle will always be cuddled up to Donny on the couch, kissing him and acting all lovey dovey."

I glanced over at Donald Kline. He was smiling.

Mandy shrugged. "They're lucky, it sounds like they understand how to ring each others bells and enjoy doing it."

"Speaking of ringing bells, I think it's time for me to start ringing yours." Kelly flashed Tyler a quick smile, then she put his cock back in her mouth and started sucking it again.

Tyler grinned. "There's a time for conversation, and then there's a time for quiet contemplation. This is definitely a moment for contemplation."

Holding on to Brad's cock, Keisha looked up at him and said, "Are you interested in a little quiet contemplation too?"

He laughed. "Jasmine honey, let's contemplate away."

As Keisha was putting Brad's cock in her mouth Mandy looked up at Jason. "Do I even have to ask?"

Shaking his head, he answered emphatically; "Nope."

Tonya picked up Donald's leash and pulled him around so that he was kneeling between her legs. "Twinkles, watching those three hot men getting their big beautiful cocks sucked is exciting me. Your mistress would enjoy a little head." 




Courtesan Ch. 40



Dropping his leash and sliding forward in her chair, Tonya placed both of her hands behind Donald's head and pulled his face into her glistening cunt. "Show me what a good little pet you are. Eat my pussy and make me cum."

Donald pressed his mouth against the swollen lips of Tonya's sopping cunt and began licking her with an eagerness that only another submissive masochist could truly appreciate. 

Everyone around me was now absorbed in either giving or receiving sexual pleasure. I glanced across the pool. Nathan, Elvira and Kirby were involved in a quiet conversation and oblivious to what was occurring over here. 

Realizing that I was the only spectator, I was overcome by feelings of humiliation, inferiority and envy. If you ever want to really feel like a cuckold try standing idly bye as a lone observer while a group of people that includes your wife are paired off and deeply engrossed in a concentrated effort to satisfy their mutual lust.

My feelings of disgrace and inadequacy were magnified by the knowledge that I was wearing a chastity cage. I was not only shunned as a participant, I was physically prohibited from joining in even if I had been invited. Standing by watching my wife and her companions enjoying each other while my tiny penis was locked in a chastity cage made me feel totally emasculated. I was a symbolic eunuch. 

Of course, being a masochistic submissive, the entire situation also had me unbelievably aroused. That made me smile.

I focused my attention on my wife. Tyler was reclining on their chaise lounge with his knees spread. Kelly was draped across his right leg with her large breasts pressed flat against his thigh. She was sucking his cock and fondling his balls. His right hand was casually toying with the crack of her ass.

My wife's eyes were closed. She had about half of Tyler's cock in her mouth. She was actually sucking him. I know that sounds redundant. I mean the terms cock sucking and blow job are generally considered to be synonymous, but of course they are not. To many women a blow job means taking a man's erection in their mouth and licking the head while they squeeze and stroke the shaft with their fingers. 

While my wife and her companions recognize the validity of that technique and regularly employ it, they also understand that it's only one of several manipulations that should be used when giving a good blow job. Experience has taught them that most guys love being sucked and at that moment that was exactly what Kelly was doing to Tyler. 

As I watched I felt a little surge of pride when I saw how totally focused Kelly was on giving pleasure to Tyler, That was one of the qualities that made her such an outstanding hostess. 

I also have to admit that I felt a few pangs of envy when I noticed the expression on Tyler's face. It was obvious that he was thoroughly enjoying my wife's efforts.

Suddenly Kelly took Tyler's cock out of her mouth. After taking one deep breath she put it back in and began slowly swallowing it. 

I watched with rapt attention as my wife gradually consumed the full length of Tyler's erection. I'd seen her do this with Chris, so I wasn't surprised. I knew that she was capable of taking a cock down her throat. Kelly frequently took all of my cock in her mouth, but that really wasn't deep throating. I was so small that I could barely reach the back of her tongue.

As soon as Tyler realized what she was doing he opened his eyes and whispered, "Holy shit!"

Hearing his comment, Kelly took his erect penis out of her mouth and looked up at him. "Do you like that?"

Vigorously nodding his head, he laughed and said; "Shit yes, it feels wonderful. This is the first time anyone has ever done that to me."

"Doesn't your wife do it for you?"

Tyler shook his head. "She doesn't even like putting my cock in her mouth."

"Poor baby. How about Donald's wife, she must enjoy giving head."

"She does, but she always gags when she tries to deep throat a cock."

Giggling, my wife said, "She definitely needs to come down here for a weekend of instruction."

"And Jason, Brad and I would definitely want to be involved in her training program." Tyler was grinning at Kelly.

"I'll bet you would." 

After playfully shaking her head, Kelly took another deep breath, parted her rouged lips, slipped Tyler's cock back into her mouth and again started to slowly swallow it. This time, as the full length of his erection disappeared into my wife's mouth, Tyler just closed his eyes and sighed.

For the next few minutes I watched in excited fascination as Kelly worked her magic. She immediately fell into a pattern. She would swallow Tyler's cock and hold it deep in her throat for as long as she possibly could. Then she would suddenly pull it back out and after taking take a long full breath of air, begin licking and sucking the glistening head while her right hand vigorously masturbated his slippery, spit coated shaft.

Tyler could only take a few seconds of this treatment before his breathing accelerated to a series of short quick gasps. Recognizing this as an indication that he was about to cum, Kelly would relax her firm grip on the shaft of his cock and slow her energetic licking and sucking to soft, gentle kisses. 

After waiting until she was confident that Tyler had regained his control, Kelly would then slip the head of his cock back into her mouth, close her eyes and begin sucking him again.

Tyler would respond by closing his eyes and laying his head back against the chaise lounge. As soon as his breathing began to slow and his muscles were relaxed, Kelly would once again start to swallow his cock. 

As I watched this cycle of lust repeat itself, the submissive cuckold inside me became increasingly aroused. I longed to masturbate while I watched my wife give this other man pleasure, but I couldn't. Not because the cock cage I was wearing prevented me from doing it and certainly not because of some sense of social decorum. This was an orgy. Everyone around me was blatantly involved in lewd displays of oral sex and nobody seemed to have even the slightest concern about the behavior of the people next to them.

I suppose that the humiliation of having to satisfy myself with my hand like a pubescent boy, while the three men in front of me enjoyed the attentions of my wife and her companions; should have been reason enough to curb my urge. It wasn't. I was a submissive masochist. Humiliation was one of the spices of my sex life. 

The real reason that I didn't masturbate was that I wasn't allowed to do it. I was a slave. A slave is only permitted to enjoy sexual pleasure when it pleases his mistress and that would never happen in the presence of other superiors; unless of course, I was being required to do it for their amusement. 

Being a submissive really is fun. To a true sub, not being allowed to cum can be just as exciting as actually having an orgasm. Of course, as it has been mentioned earlier in this story, you have to be a sub in order to appreciate that sentiment. Kelly just shakes her head in dismay when Mandy and I say things like that. As Mandy likes to point out, everybody's bell isn't rung by the same clapper.

Kelly had again reached the point where she was licking and sucking the head of Tyler's cock while she vigorously masturbated his stiff shaft. This time, however, as Tyler's breathing accelerated into the tell tale series of short quick gasps, she didn't back off. Instead she intensified her efforts.

I smiled. My wife had decided that it was time to make Tyler cum. I watched. I was of course envious of the pleasure that this other man was about to experience; but I was also fascinated by Kelly's ability to control the timing of his orgasm. I was becoming increasingly cognizant of and respectful about the degree of professional skill that my wife possessed.

Kelly was working Tyler into a frenzy. His eyes were now open. As he watched my wife fervently work on his cock, he was biting his lower lip and gasping like a runner finishing a marathon At that moment there was nothing gentle about what Kelly was doing. Her beautifully imaginative series of oral manipulations had become a rough and tumble, down and dirty blow job. 

Tyler slid his hips forward. It appeared to be an involuntary movement on his part. A primitive response to Kelly's actions. His eyes closed and he let out gasping guttural grunt. 

Kelly took as much of his cock into her mouth as she possibly could without having to put any of it down her throat. It was obvious that Tyler was ejaculating and Kelly wanted to avoid choking on his cum.

Tyler kept his eyes closed while my wife eagerly sucked on his pulsing member. She seemed to be trying to consume every drop of fertile semen that he could possibly produce.

Finally Tyler opened his eyes. Kelly looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at her. Slowly, she pushed herself up so that she was kneeling on the edge of the chaise lounge. As she rose, Tyler's softening cock fell out of her mouth. A trail semen oozed from the wet slippery head and dribbled onto her lips and chin.

Keeping her mouth closed Kelly winked at Tyler and stood up. Her white terry cloth robe fell open, exposing her large breasts and flat stomach. The lips of her shaved pussy still glistened with the moisture of her arousal. Without making any effort to cover herself she brazenly walked over to Tonya and Donald. 

Standing in front of them, still keeping her lips sealed, she mumbled; "Natasha, I have a little present for your pet. I'd like to give him a deliciously sweet kiss."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched. All of us knew exactly what was about to happen.

Tonya flashed Kelly a wicked smile, pushed Donald's face away from her slippery wet cunt and roughly forced his head around so that he was looking at my wife. His face was slick with the moisture from his Mistress's pussy.

She gave Donald's panty covered rear a brisk kick with the toe of her spike heeled boot and said, "Twinkles, stand up. Mistress Melody has a present for you."

Donald obeyed immediately. His earlier training session had apparently been quite effective. He stood meekly in front of my wife, his head hanging in shame. He fully understood the indignity that he was about to be forced to endure.

With a malicious smile, Kelly raised his chin and said, "Be a good little boy and open your mouth."

Resigned to his fate, Donald complied.

Kelly placed her hands on the back of Donald's head so that she could hold his face still and then she leaned over and pressed her lips against his. 

As she pushed Tyler's semen into Donald's mouth with her tongue Jason said; "Shit, Michelle does that to him every time she gives one of us a blow job and she also makes him eat our spunk out of her pussy after we're done fucking her. For the life of me, I cannot begin to understand how he can bear to swallow another man's cum."

Mandy took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. "I'm probably going to swallow several mouthfuls of your cum tonight."

"Yeah but you're a girl, that's different."

"Why is it different?"

"I don't know, it just is."

While they were holding this discussion Mandy was slowly stroking Jason's cock. She smiled at him. "It really doesn't have much of a taste. It's kind of gooey, but you get used to that pretty quickly."

Brad laughed. "Hey Jason, Jasmine's about to get a load of my jizz. I'll bet she'll share it with you."

Chuckling, Jason said; "No thanks, I'll let Donny have all of that little treat."

Kelly broke off her kiss with Donald and patted his cheek with her fingertips. "Be a good boy and swallow every drop for me."

We all watched as Donny obeyed and swallowed Tyler's semen. 

As soon as he was finished Tonya patted Donald's head. "That was a good boy Twinkles. Now thank Mistress Melody for her sweet kiss."

Donald looked at Kelly and quietly said, "Thank you Mistress Melody."

"You're welcome Twinkles. It's always fun to give treats to a good little boy." Kelly smiled and then she turned and walked back over to Tyler with her robe still brazenly open.

Tonya looked at Brad and Jason. "I think your little cuckold friend would love to have two more treats."

Jason laughed. "Michelle is going to love it when we tell her about this."

Mandy squeezed his erect cock. "Let's get busy and give you even more to tell her."

Grinning at Mandy, Jason said; "Go for it Angela.'

Keisha smiled at Brad. "Are you ready to get back to work too?"

He chuckled. "If this is work I'd sure like to see what you three call play."

Tyler was reclining on his chaise lounge with a contented expression. His white terry cloth bathrobe was casually draped open. His flaccid penis lay at rest on his muscular thigh.

"Mind if I sit down again?"

He looked up at my wife and smiled. Her robe was also open. Glancing at her large naked breasts, flat stomach and bare pubic mound, he extended his arms and said; "Melody honey, as long as I have a lap you will always have a place to sit."

Giggling as she sat down, Kelly said; "You're just hoping to cop a couple of cheap feels." 

She lay back and rested her head against his shoulder. Once she was settled Tyler cupped her breast with his right hand and slipped his left hand between her parted thighs. Trailing his fingers through the cleft of her still moist pussy, he said; "Actually I was hoping to cop a lot more than just a couple of feels."

My wife grinned at him. "I love a man of action."

Suddenly Jason gasped. All of us turned and looked at him. His eyes were closed. Mandy was sucking vigorously on his cock. It was obvious that he was ejaculating into her mouth.

Kelly laughed. "It looks like Twinkles is about to get another snack."

Keisha took Brad's cock of her mouth and smiled at all of us. "Don't let him linger over it. My guys getting close. Twinkles is about to get a third serving."

Everyone was chuckling now. Mandy let Jason's softening cock slip out of her mouth and stood up. She was making an exaggerated effort to show everyone that her lips were sealed.

Donny was again kneeling at Tonya's feet. As Mandy walked over to him Tonya jerked on his leash. "Stand up Twinkles, Mistress Angela has another nice treat for you."

Donald stood up. He didn't appear eager, but he wasn't making any effort to avoid what was about to happen either.

Like Kelly, Mandy also placed her hands on the back of Donny's head and held his face in place while she pressed her lips against his. If you weren't aware of what was happening, you would have assumed that Mandy was just giving him a lusty kiss. Everyone watching knew that wasn't the case, well not exactly the case. It certainly was a lusty kiss, but this kiss was laced with fresh cream. 

After Mandy broke off the kiss she tweaked Donny's lips and said, "Isn't that a delicious treat? Now be a good boy and swallow every drop."

Donny did as he was told.

Tyler shook his head. "Damn they really can make him do anything." I noticed that he was still casually fondling my wife's breast and fingering her moist pussy.

Next to him Jason said, "Shit Ty, you've seen this before. Michelle makes him do it all the time."

I know, but it still amazes me when he does it."

Kelly glanced back at Tyler. "It gets him off, that's all that should really matter." She giggled. "I can understand how he feels. Swallowing a guys cum gets me off too."

Tyler squeezed her nipple. "That's good, because I'm hoping to be able to provide you with several more opportunities before this evening is over."

Reaching down, Kelly wrapped her fingers around his still soft penis. "And I promise to give you all the encouragement you're going to need."

While Tyler and Kelly were talking Mandy had returned to Jason. As she was sitting down on his lap her robe fell open exposing her small breasts, taut stomach and shaved pussy. Once she was settled Jason slipped his hand between her legs and said, "Your hot little body is already reviving my appetite."

Mandy turned so that she was sitting crosswise on Jason's lap. Her erect nipples were now inches from his face. In a very provocative voice she said, "Do you see anything that you might like to nibble on."

Laughing, Jason said; "Yes, and it's right in front of me." He leaned forward. Mandy giggled as he sucked her left nipple into his mouth.

"Oh shit yes! That's right Jasmine. Suck it! Suck it hard, just like that!" 

We all turned and looked at Brad and Keisha. Keisha was sucking on the head of Brad's cock with relentless frenzy. The fingers of her right hand were encircling and squeezing the base of his now throbbing erection.

Suddenly Brad gasped and then he uttered a low moan as he began ejaculating into Keisha's mouth. Keisha kept sucking him. It seemed as if she was trying to draw every possible drop of cum out of his stiff cock. 

She continued sucking Brad until she felt him relax. Then, still gripping the base of his softening penis with her fingers, she slipped the glistening head out of her mouth and looked up at him with sealed lips.

He smiled at her and nodded knowingly. He understood exactly what she was planning to do.

Letting go of Brad's cock, Keisha stood up and walked over to Donny, who was once again kneeling at Tonya's feet.

Tonya tugged on his leash. "Stand up Twinkles. It's Mistress Jasmine's turn to bring you a treat."

Tyler laughed. "It looks like we might fill our buddy up tonight."

Giggling, Kelly said; "That is an exciting challenge. I'm up to it if you are."

"Melody, you are such a slut." Mandy was grinning at her.

"You're the one with her tit in a guys mouth." Kelly winked at her friend.

Mandy answered her with pretend indignity. "And what might that be in your pussy?" 

Kelly looked down and then she covered her mouth with her hand in an exaggerated display of mock dismay. "Oh dear me, it's Tyler's finger. How did that get in there?"

Tyler, Jason and Brad were doing everything they could to contain their laughter.

"Hey everyone, she's kissing him. Twinkles is getting another treat." Mandy was redirecting our attention.

We all turned. Like both Kelly and Mandy, Keisha was firmly holding Donald's head between her hands while she forcefully pressed her lips against his and pushed Brad's semen into his mouth. After she was finished she broke off her kiss, slipped her hand under Donald's tee shirt, grasped his nipple and gave it a vicious twist."

Donald yelped.

Growling malevolently, Keisha said; "Swallow every bit of it Twinkles or I'll rip your nipple right off." And then with an abrupt change of demeanor, she added in a voice dripping with sweetness , "You wouldn't want to insult Master Brad by failing to enjoy all of his offering would you?" 

Donald made an exaggerated swallow. There was a look of fear, excitement and humiliation in his eyes.

Still grasping his nipple, Keisha said; "Very good, now open your mouth. I want to check to see that you swallowed every drop."

Quickly complying, Donald opened his mouth and extended his tongue like he was at the doctors office. After making a big show of inspecting it Keisha released his nipple and patted his cheek. "Twinkles, you were a very good boy. I'm sure that your Mistress will think of some delightful ways to reward your obedience."

Tonya stood up. "Actually, it's starting to get a little chilly out here. I think it's time for my pet and me to return to my rumpus room. I want to have a little more fun before dinner." She tugged on Donald's leash. "Come Twinkles."

As we watched Tonya lead Donald back to the house, Tyler said; "Rumpus room?"

Kelly giggled. "Yes, it's in the basement and it's well equipped with her favorite toys."

"I don't think you'll find a television set or a pool table there." Mandy was smiling.




Courtesan Ch. 41



This is the forty-first episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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Once I was done stacking all the plates and plastic glasses together I sat down in one of the chairs and emitted a deep sigh. I needed a break, I was emotionally exhausted. 

I glanced at the clock by the cabanas. It was just after five and I already felt like I'd put in a full day. I smiled. It had been a full day and an incredibly exciting one at that. 

I'd started out the day by flying down to south Carolina. I was a poor kid from Iowa. That was only the third airplane flight I'd ever taken in my entire life. To make it even better, I got to sit in first class.

When we arrived in South Carolina we were picked up by a limousine. A limousine! A full stretch limo! It was amazing. The driver was actually holding a little sign when he met us at the airport.

Then of course there was the mansion. It was like something out of a 1930's movie and it was run by a butler in full formal dress. I wished my two aunts in Iowa could see it. They'd be thrilled. 

I chuckled. They would have a little trouble with the oral sex orgy by the pool, especially because Kelly was part of it. They loved Kelly, but I'm quite certain they'd have a very difficult time accepting her casual attitude about sex.

Kelly's mom and sisters and my aunts, I don't think that any of them will ever be able to understand the way we choose to live. When sex is involved people certainly do become judgmental. I'm not sure that I'll ever understand why. No one was hurt by anything that happened this afternoon. Well maybe Donald. I sure he had to endure a little bit of pain in Tonya's rec room, but that's what gets him off. Hell, he's probably having more fun than any of us. 

Still, what happened this afternoon didn't affect anyone else's life, so why should people judge? Why should anyone care if Donny gets off when a woman makes him eat another guys cum. He's not hurting anybody, not even himself. 

Lots of people would think I'm a classic wimp because I'm sitting here by the pool while my wife is inside the mansion letting another man fuck her. I may be a wimp, but that's sure as hell not the reason why. My wife loves me and I guarantee you that there's a whole lot more love in our marriage than in those socially acceptable households where the husband and wife live together, but hardly ever interact with each other. Hell, there's lots of husbands and wives who don't even sleep in the same bedroom, and that's supposed to be a good marriage? 

Kelly may enjoy sex with a variety of men, but I'm certain that she loves me. I'm also certain that the sex she's having with those other men in no way diminishes her love for me. She's my best friend and I'm her best friend and we actually look forward to spending time together.

So, who's the wimp? Me or the poor sap who's married to a woman who's faithful to him, but barely acknowledges his existence. 

Yes, Kelly and I did just finish going through a rough patch, but that was because of the judgmental prudes around us. Kelly allowed her perception of what those people would think of her to create feelings of guilt about her lifestyle. That caused her to start living a life of deceit, deceit to both herself and to me. 

Life becomes very complicated when you allow others to start dictating how you're going to conduct yourself. Your moral guidelines should come from your heart and not from the petty, self appointed, hypocritical pedagogues who rail about virtue while they screw their business partners and cheat on their spouses.

"Hey earth to Timmy, come in Timmy."

Startled, I looked up. It was Kirby. Nathan and Elvira were standing behind him.

I smiled at him.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "Hey buddy, I don't know what you were thinking about, but it certainly looked serious. Is everything all right?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'm just tired."

"Well cheer up, it's dinner time."

"Dinner time? I thought Edward told us that dinner would be served at eight."

Nathan nodded. "That's for the partners, their guests and the ladies. We have our dinner at six and we all want to have a cocktail before dinner. Come with me, we have a cozy little dining room at the back of the kitchen and everyone will be there."

"I won't be." It was Elvira. She was shaking her head. "Wendell wants me to dine with him at eight."

I looked at her. "Is that a bad thing?"

She shrugged. "No I'd just like to eat with all of you too."

Nathan smiled at her. "Why don't you? I know that Mr. Tyler is going to be meeting with Mr. Jackson and Mr. Reynolds until at least 7:00. You'll just be sitting in his room by yourself until their done. If they do happen to finish early, Edward will tell Mr. Tyler where you are and I'm sure he'll join us. He loves to visit with us in the kitchen. Please favor us with your company. Just think of it as an early seating. You can be my guest at this dinner."

Elvira shook her head. "I can't eat two dinners."

"Small portions my dear, just a few tastes; you won't be disappointed. At eight you're going to be served prime rib and it will be very good, but we're having Doris's meat loaf with Maurice's bordelaise sauce. It is absolutely fabulous." There was a twinkle in his eyes as he added, "And for dessert we're having Doris's home made apple pie with cinnamon ice cream. It's a favorite of the household staff. Mr. Tyler is also quite partial to it. He often joins us for dessert and I would be very surprised if he doesn't stop by for a slice of pie after his meeting."

"Are you sure it will it be all right? I mean I don't want to intrude."

"Elvira everyone is dying to get to know you." Nathan offered his arm. "Please honor us with your presence."

Giggling like a school girl Elvira took Nathan's arm. "Kind sir, I would be honored to be your guest at the early seating."

Nathan turned to Kirby and me. "Gentleman, let's join the others in the kitchen."

I looked at the trays of food and used plates and glasses. "What about this mess?" The house keeper in me couldn't bear to leave dirty dishes unattended.

"Florence and Cassie are on their way now to pick them up. As soon as they're finished, they'll join us in the back dining room."

"Shouldn't I stay and help them?"

"No Timmy, you should not. That might actually upset them. Flo and Cassie take a lot of pride in the appearance of this mansion. They are both very independent women and close friends. They consider themselves to be an elite team and I'm very sure that they would view any offer of assistance from an outsider to be an indictment of their ability to properly maintain Evergreen."

"I certainly wouldn't want to incur their wrath."

Nathan nodded. "No you most certainly would not." And then he added with a smile, "Let's go have a drink."

The cozy little dining room at the back of the kitchen wasn't really all that little and I'm not sure that cozy was an appropriate description either. It was about the same size as our dining room at home and while it was too big to really be considered cozy, it certainly was charming.

It reminded me of a dining room in an old farmhouse. The walls were covered with flowered wall paper. The woodwork was coarsely finished oak. The wall opposite from the door was solid windows, windows that overlooked a beautiful flower garden and woods on the west side of the house.

Most of the space in the room was taken up by by a very heavy rectangular oak table. Ten matching oak chairs were in place around the table and I noticed that there were four extra chairs stored against the wall to my right. They were lined up next to a large oak sideboard. This sideboard was filled with white china plates, cups, saucers and serving dishes. There was another oak side board on the opposite wall. It's shelves were filled with a collection of liquor bottles. This was appeared to be the bar.

When Nathan, Elvira, Kirby and I entered the room we found Maurice, Doris and Ben, the gardener gathered around this side board. Maurice was mixing cocktails. There were five cocktail shakers and at least a dozen stemmed cocktail glasses on the sideboard. As soon as they heard us, all three of them turned and smiled. 

Maurice said, "Welcome to our humble dining room. Your timing is impeccable. The sun has just dropped below the yardarm. The cocktail hour is about to commence."

Nathan grinned at Maurice. "I have to admit that for the past several hours I've been eagerly looking forward to this moment ."

Ben laughed. "I noticed that it got a little steamy out there this afternoon."

Chuckling, Nathan said; "Yes, it certainly did. The ladies were at the top of their game. I can only imagine what's going to happen after dinner." He turned back to Maurice. "What's the cocktail for this evening?"

"Daiquiri's, Doris and I have come up with a new secret ingredient."

Nathan rubbed his hands together in delight. "Excellent, I love your daiquiri's and we haven't had them for a long time. What's the new ingredient?"

Doris looked at him with a mischievous grin. "Nathan honey, you know that we could never divulge one of our secret ingredients and if you ever inadvertently discover one of them, we'll have to kill you."

Nathan pretended to shudder and then with a wink he said; "shoot, I was hoping I could sell the recipe to Hooters."

Doris rolled her eyes.

Ben turned to us. "Before we sit down to dinner we like to have a cocktail. Every day Maurice and Doris try to come up with something new. It's fun and their cocktails are always wonderful. I highly recommend them, but if you'd like something different I'm sure they'll make it for you."

Doris smiled. "Of course we will, anything you'd like."

Kirby shook his head. "I'd like to try one of your daiquiris."

Elvira nodded. "So would I."

I smiled. "Me too."

Maurice nudged Doris. "I sense that our new friends might be culinary adventurers. This could be fun."

"Maurice, what's the cocktail for today?"

We all turned. Edward had just walked through the doorway.

"Daiquiris boss."

"Outstanding! I don't believe we've had daiquiris since last April."

"They have a new secret ingredient." Ben was smiling. It was obvious that he liked Edward.

Edward laughed. "I would have been disappointed if they didn't. Our two chefs are like a pair of mad scientists laboring in a secret laboratory."

Maurice gingerly picked up one of the cocktail shakers and held it protectively in his arms. In a pretend German accent he said, "Doris my darling, vee must be very careful vith this. The future of the entire human race depends our efforts."

"I hope you haven't started without us. What's for cocktails?"

We all once again turned to the doorway. It was Cassie followed by Florence.

As she walked into the dining room Florence looked at Edward and said, "Boss the pool area is neat and orderly; Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler are all working in Mr. Jackson's office and the ladies are in the bedrooms with their guests." She paused for a moment and then she added, "Well actually Ms. Tonya and Mr. Kline are in Ms. Tonya's basement playroom."

Edward nodded. "Thank you Florence." He turned to Maurice and Doris. "The house is in order. We have attended to the needs of the bosses, the ladies and our guests. The sun is below the yardarm and all of us are here. It's time for a cocktail."

Maurice picked up one of the cocktail shakers. After giving it a brisk shake he opened it, held a strainer over the top and began pouring a rich greenish gold liquid into each of the glasses. As soon as the first shaker was empty he picked up another one and continued filling glasses. He repeated this process until ten glasses had been filled.

After each glass was filled Doris garnished it with a slice of lime. Once that was done Ben passed one of the glasses to each of us. 

As soon we all had a cocktail Edward raised his glass and said, "To JTandR."

Maurice, Doris, Ben, Nathan, Cassie and Florence all raised their glasses. Kirby, Elvira and I followed their lead. In unison everyone repeated, "To JTandR." And then we all took a sip of our daiquiris.

I rolled the sweet liquid over my tongue. The drink was magnificent. The first taste was reminiscent of a slice of fresh key lime pie. Of course the flavor of the rum followed that, but then there was suggestion, just a hint of one or two other flavors. One of them was probably ginger and there was a nutty flavor, almonds or macadamia nuts."

I smiled at Maurice and Doris. "This is wonderful."

Kirby nodded in agreement. "It really is."

Maurice and Doris both smiled politely in modest acknowledgment of our compliments. 

I took another sip. While I was savoring the flavor I thought about Edwards toast. I looked at everyone. "JTandR really is a good company to work for."

There was a general murmur of agreement and then Florence said, "Timmy, you are right, but to us Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler are much more than good employers."

Ben nodded. "For some of us they've become angels."

"Or at least very caring friends." Edward paused for a moment and took a sip of his cocktail. He seemed to be thinking. Finally he said, "I had a twin brother. We were very close. When I was in my early twenties I decided to move to the states. I was looking for adventure. My brother, James elected to stay in the U.K.. He was just starting a new job there and he didn't want to leave. Even though an ocean separated us, we remained close. We talked on the telephone several times a week and tried to visit each other once a year. Two years ago my younger sister, Ellen called me in the middle of the night. James had been killed in a car accident on his way to work that morning."

He stopped, took a deep breath and then he continued. "Of course I wanted to go home. I needed to see the rest of my family and attend the services. I called Mr. Jackson to ask for a short leave of absence. That morning he sent the firm's private jet to take me to London. He gave me a month off with pay and offered me more time if I needed it. Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler all flew to London for the funeral and they brought the entire household staff here with them.

Cassie smiled. "They flew us over in first class and put us up for a week at The Ritz Hotel in downtown London."

Edward shook his head. "You cannot imagine how comforting it was to have my closest companions with me during that time."

There was a moment of subdued silence and then Ben said, "Fifteen months ago my wife was diagnosed with breast cancer. When Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler found out about it they flew both Sarah and me to The Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. They wanted the doctors there to look at her and come up with a treatment plan. The doctors decided she needed a full mastectomy followed by chemotherapy. They flew us back to Rochester for the mastectomy and then later for the breast reconstruction surgery. The chemotherapy was done in Charleston. Every time Sarah had a treatment they gave me a week off with full pay so that I could take care of her while she recovered. Sarah just had a check up with her doctors. They believe that she's cancer free."

Ben looked at me. "Timmy I would do anything for those men."

Florence nodded. "So would I."

We all turned to her. 

"My husband, Clay was a mechanic for a local auto dealership. You know what happened to the auto industry in the last two years."

We all nodded.

"The dealership that Clay worked for closed and he was terminated with one months pay. He tried to find another job, but all the car dealerships were strapped. No one was hiring additional mechanics. We were quickly becoming desperate. I make enough to cover our house payment and keep food on the table, but we have a daughter in college and a son who wants to go to college. Keeping Maryann in college and sending Mathew to college was only possible if Clay was working. When Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler heard about our situation they bought a local service station and hired Clay to run it. He's done a good job for them and it's become a successful business. " 

Florence smiled. "They didn't have to help us. The service station was a risk. But they did help us. They're three very good men who care about other people and Clay and I will forever be in their debt."

Nathan smiled. "Now that the three of you understand why we make that toast every evening before we have our cocktails, I think that it might be appropriate to make it again." He raised his glass. "To Martin Jackson, John Reynolds and Wendell Tyler; the three finest ruthless businessmen you'll ever want to meet."

We all raised our glasses and drank again. As I drank I thought about the events of the past month. I remembered how upset Mr. Jackson had been when he discovered that I'd been unaware of the true nature of Kelly's job at JTandR. That made me think about the financial settlement that he'd offered me. It had been deliberately constructed to encourage me to try to salvage my marriage with Kelly. He needn't have done that, in fact from a pure business standpoint he would have been better off if Kelly and I had divorced. That way he would have had a hostess without any emotional entanglements.

I looked at Kirby. He was smiling. I was certain that he was thinking about how the firm had helped him with his convenience store. That made me think about Ellen and her newspaper and how the firm was helping her. 

And then I thought about the house. These men were offering to spend several million dollars for a mansion because they were worried that the nature of the hostesses jobs made it difficult for them to lead normal lives. They didn't want them to be lonely. These three men may have been ruthless businessmen, but it was clear that they cared about people. 

I recalled my thoughts by the pool after the girls and the guests had gone into the mansion. In our culture many people would be quick to condemn Martin Jackson, Wendell Tyler and John Reynolds as immoral because they used sex to entice businessmen to invest in their projects.

Were these men who cared so deeply about others immoral because they used sex as a tool? Were they less moral than the pillars of the community who preached chastity and fidelity while they cheated their business partners and exploited their employees? I thought not. 

"Timmy, it's time for everyone to sit down for dinner." Doris's voice jarred me back to reality. I looked at her. She was smiling at me. Holding out one of the cocktail shakers, she said; "We're all going to take another daiquiri to the table. May I refill your glass?"

Quickly pulling myself back together, I nodded. "Thank you, that would be very nice."

After Doris refilled my glass I started over to the table. Kirby fell in step next to me. "Hey buddy, you seem very pensive this evening. Are you sure every thing's all right?"

I shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll be okay."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "That wasn't a very enthusiastic response."

I closed my eyes and sighed. After a moment I looked at my friend. "A lot has happened during the last two weeks. I'm just beginning to try to make sense out of it." I smiled at him. "Do you realize how lucky it was that I passed your store and noticed the help wanted sign in the window?"

He nodded. "It certainly was lucky for me. Meeting you, Tonya and Ellie was the best thing that's happened to me since I got out of the navy." He paused for a moment and then he laughed; "Hell, who am I kidding? Meeting the three of you was the best thing that's ever happened to me."




Courtesan Ch. 41



"I think you can add JTandR to that list. So can I. They've helped both of us and they didn't have to do it."

"You're right and hearing the stories that these people just told makes me realize how good those men really are."

"Timmy you sit over here between Doris and Cassie. Kirby we want you between Florence and Ben. Elvira, you're going to sit between Maurice and me." Edward was pointing to our chairs. He laughed "We're not going to let the three of you sit together. This is our chance to get to know you."

As it turned out, the seating arrangement didn't really matter. Each of us took turns talking and everyone else at the table listened attentively to what was being said.

We also took turns serving. Cassie and I brought out the salads while Ben and Nathan filled the water glasses.

Doris called the salads her BLT specials and they were wonderful. Like the sandwich, they were a combination of bacon, lettuce and tomatoes, but the dressing wasn't just mayonnaise. It was one of Maurice's creations. It certainly had mayonnaise in it, but that was just the foundation. There were several other ingredients that made the dressing incredibly complex and delightfully delicious. Doris told me that Maurice's mayonnaise didn't come from a jar. He made his own. I was beginning to understand that sauces and dressings were an area of expertise for Evergreen's head chef. 

While we ate our salads Elvira told everyone about meeting Kirby and how he'd saved her life. After hearing the story I noticed that the whole group looked at Kirby with new admiration. That embarrassed my shy friend, but the admiration was well deserved. 

As soon as we were finished with our salads Edward and Elvira cleared our plates away while Maurice and Doris brought out the main course. It was served family style. They started with a large bowl of garlic mashed potatoes followed by a platter of meat loaf slices and a pitcher of brown gravy which I assumed was the bordelaise sauce. A bowl of green beans garnished with pecans came next. The beans and pecans appeared to have been sautéed in a sugary brown sauce. A basket of thick slices of homemade white bread fresh out of the oven and a block of butter appeared last. 

While the bowls were being passed from person to person Nathan and Cassie filled our wine glasses. Nathan told us that it was a Spanish red that both he and Edward thought was a particularly good value. As soon as I tasted it I had to agree. It was excellent. When they told us that you could buy it for about twelve dollars a bottle Kirby, Ellie and I looked at each other and smiled and then all three of us took careful note of the label. Edward noticed and told us that he would send several bottles home with us.

The meatloaf and bordelaise sauce were magnificent, but the truly memorable dish was the green beans. The sauce seemed to be a combination of maple syrup, brown sugar, soy sauce and maybe lemon and ginger. The combination of sweet, sour and salt was amazing.

While we ate Kirby told everyone the story about how JTandR had helped him with his convenience store. No one was surprised. They had all had similar experiences.

After we were finished eating all of us helped clear the table and then we stood in the kitchen drinking more wine while Florence loaded the dishwasher and Cassie cleaned the sink and the counters. Kirby foolishly tried to assist Florence by putting two glasses into the dishwasher. His attempt was met by a glare from her that might have turned a lesser man to stone. This made everyone else chuckle.

Kirby quickly retreated to my side and whispered, "Whew, I guess I'll never try that again."

I slowly nodded in agreement. "I think that would be the wise course of action"

Suddenly the kitchen door opened and Wendell Tyler stepped into the room. The venerable old man smiled at Doris and asked, "Am I too late for dessert?"

She walked over to him and kissed his cheek. "Sweetie, in this house you could never be too late for dessert."

Wendell beamed at her and then he turned and looked for Elvira. When he found her he smiled, immediately moved to her side and held her hand. "Did you enjoy your early dinner?"

Elvira nodded. "Yes, it was wonderful; but I'm not sure that I'll be able to eat another one."

"Just put a little food on your plate and go through the motions. No one will pay any attention. Everyone expects old people to pick at their dinner. 

That made Elvira laugh. "It sounds like you've done this before."

Florence grinned at her. "Mr. Tyler eats with us all the time. Actually Mr. Jackson and Mr. Reynolds do too."

"Ah ha! I see that were disclosing the most sacred secrets of Evergreen."

We all turned. Martin Jackson was standing in the doorway, John Reynold's was right behind him.

John Reynolds stepped by Mr, Jackson and walked over to Kirby and me. "Timmy, Kirby; we saw each other on the patio earlier, but it wasn't an appropriate moment for proper introductions." Extending his hand, he said; "I'm John Reynolds. Welcome to JTandR and Evergreen. I hope you're being treated well."

Kirby and I both shook his hand and then I said, "Yes sir we are. The people here are all wonderful."

Mr. Reynold's smiled. "Yes, we feel very lucky to have them working for us."

"I heard a rumor that Doris's apple pie was on the dessert menu in here this evening." Martin Jackson was grinning at everyone. "We were hoping there might be a few extra pieces."

Doris walked over and playfully poked her boss in the stomach. "Mr. Jackson I baked an extra pie just to be sure that there was enough for you, Mr. Reynold's and Mr. Tyler."

Mr. Jackson offered Doris his arm. As she took it he said, "Shall we adjourn to the back dining room.

While we followed them to the dining room John Reynolds asked Kirby and me, "Did you enjoy the dinner?"

I nodded. "Yes, very much."

He smiled. "You may have just eaten the finest meal available in the entire state of South Carolina."

"Yes, it was amazing." I looked at Mr. Reynold's with a puzzled expression. "If the food in here is so good, why aren't you serving it to the guests?"

Ahead of us Martin Jackson laughed and then he looked back over his shoulder. "Timmy that is an excellent question and sadly the answer is quite simple. When you're trying to wine and dine a group of millionaire businessmen; no matter how good it is, you cannot serve them meatloaf and apple pie. They expect prime rib and crème brulee and that is exactly what we give them."

Next to us John Reynold's said. "Maurice and Doris do make a pretty good prime rib and crème brulee."

Maurice shook his head. "Yes, but there is only so much one can do with prime rib. Meat loaf is much more fun to prepare."

We all laughed.

The pie was every bit as good as the rest of the meal. While we ate the conversation was open and relaxed. I was a little surprised by how comfortable everyone was with Mr. Jackson, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Tyler. They were more like close friends than employers and employees.

We were all on our second cup of coffee when Edward glanced at his watch and then stood up. Smiling at us he said, "I hate to end this pleasant get together, but we cannot forget that tonight we have guests in the house. It is now 6:45. In fifteen minutes the ladies will be bringing their gentlemen to the parlor for cocktails. It's time for all of us to move to our stations."

Everyone stood up. In an attempt to help clear the table I started to pick up some dishes. 

Nathan stopped me. "Timmy, it's time for us to proceed to our stations. You and Kirby are assigned to work with me in the parlor. Florence, Cassie and Ben will straighten up in here."

Florence smiled at me. "Timmy we appreciate your offer to help, but now all of us have jobs to do. Yours is with Nathan."

Nathan led us out of the back dining room, through the kitchen and into the formal dining room. From there we crossed the main hallway and entered the parlor. 

Earlier that day, while Kirby and I had been following Florence to the back patio, I'd glanced into the parlor and had been impressed. Now that I was actually inside the room I was awestruck. The parlor wasn't just impressive, it was magnificent. 

As I mentioned earlier, the wall opposite the door was mostly taken up by an enormous mahogany trimmed stone fireplace. A fire was now burning in the hearth. There was a slight chill in the evening air. The fire added a feeling of warmth and comfort to the room.

During my earlier glimpse of the parlor I'd failed to notice the two floor to ceiling windows that filled the remainder of the walls on each side of the fireplace. They looked out onto a rose garden the size of most suburban back yards. It was now dark, but the garden was illuminated by an array of soft white lights hidden among the plants. Another stone fountain occupied the center of this garden. A statue of what I assumed to be the Greek god Poseidon stood in the center of this fountain. He was naked and wielding a trident. His very large penis hung flaccid between his powerful thighs.

The walls to the left and right of the fireplace wall were adorned by four life size baroque paintings of partially nude women draped with diaphanous gowns. Several richly colored oriental rugs covered the dark wood floor and the room was lit by a large crystal chandelier that hung from the center of the ceiling. 

Four brown leather love seats, three matching arm chairs and a number of small side tables had been arranged in a loose semicircle in front of the fireplace. 

A mahogany side board stood against the wall to the right of the door. A half dozen bottles of liquor, several mixes, a bucket of ice and an assortment of cocktail glasses were neatly arranged on it.

Another sideboard occupied the space on the left wall under the first of the baroque paintings. It held several trays of appetizers and a stack of small plates and napkins. 

Nathan pointed to the corner of the room next to the window to the left of the fireplace. "Bunny, that will be your station. You'll be assisting Edward and me. We'll direct you. Cookie, you're in charge of the bar. Bunny will relay the drink orders to you. Are there any questions?" 

Kirby and I shook our heads and in turn each of us answered, "No sir."

Nathan nodded. "Very good." He glanced at his watch. "It's seven, everyone will be arriving shortly. Please take your stations."

I was about to move to my corner when the grandfather clock in the reception hall chimed and Martin Jackson, John Reynolds and Wendell Tyler with Elvira on his arm; walked into the room. 

Mr. Jackson looked at Nathan. "Is everything ready?"

He nodded. "Yes sir."

Smiling, Mr. Jackson said, "Very good Nathan."

Elvira was glancing around the room with an expression of amazement in her eyes. I stepped over to her and quietly said, "It's pretty impressive, isn't it."

Martin Jackson spun around. "Bunny we are now in the main house. Here slaves like you and Cookie do not speak to their superiors unless they are addressed. Is that clear?"

I nodded and submissively answered, "Yes sir."

Behind me Nathan whispered, "Bunny move to your position."

As I was walking over to my spot next to the window Edward entered the room and looked at Martin Jackson. "Sir, the ladies and their gentlemen are coming down the stairs."

"I assume that everything is ready Edward."

Edward glanced at Nathan. He gave him a quick nod.

Turning back to Mr. Jackson, Edward said, "Yes sir, everything is ready."

There were a few seconds of anticipatory silence and then Jason Foley walked into the room with Mandy on his arm. Brad Cameron and Keisha came next with Kelly and Tyler Greer right behind them.

I looked at the three couples and then I took a quick glance around the room. Everyone, even Elvira, was staring.

The three men were all casually dressed in sports jackets, open collared shirts and slacks, but those weren't the outfits that were captivating everyone's attention. It was what Keisha, Mandy and Kelly were wearing that had all of us agape.

Keisha was wearing a skin tight spaghetti strap mini dress made of a fine pale yellow satin mesh that was a beautiful compliment to her coffee colored skin. The dress was cut so low in the front that her large breasts poured out of the clinging material revealing the tops of her dark brown nipples. The hemline of the skirt hugged her thighs, barely covering her naked shaved pussy. When she turned I realized that the there was a large oval cut in the back of the tight fitting skirt leaving the brown cheeks of her luscious rear end fully exposed.

Around her neck Keisha wore a large pendant embedded with dark green stones that I suspected were real emeralds. Similar stones adorned her earrings and the anklet that she wore on her right leg just above her yellow open toned, spike heeled sandals. Her toenails and fingernails were painted a deep shade of green to match the lustrous stones in her jewelry.

Mandy was wearing a very skimpy two piece outfit made of diaphanous white lace. Both the top and the skirt were trimmed with an additional border of thicker lace, but the gauzy material that made up the heart of both pieces of clothing was nearly transparent and did little to conceal her small breasts, shaved pussy and petite ass.

A silver choker encrusted with glittering stones that I assumed to be diamonds, adorned her neck. Her earrings matched the choker. On her left hand Mandy wore a bracelet. The bracelet was the most striking piece of jewelry in her outfit. While the choker was a wide strip of hammered silver encrusted with diamonds, the bracelet was made of a number of fine strings of silver woven into delicate strands. The primary strand was thicker and worn around her wrist. Four evenly spaced thinner strands were attached to this wrist band and met at a silver ring Mandy wore on her middle finger. Several more strands of silver were interwoven with those four strands to create a spider web effect. All of the strands of silver glittered with tiny diamonds. 

I knew that bracelets like the one Mandy wore were known as slave bracelets. I also assumed that Mandy's choker was designed to take the place of her dog collar. I was quite certain that this set of jewelry was a gift from Martin Jackson and it was intended to be a subtle but constant reminder of Mandy's subservient position.

Like Keisha and also Kelly, Mandy wore open toed sandals, but while Kelly and Keisha's sandals had four or five inch stiletto heels, Mandy's sandals were flat. I suspected that this was also a discreet expression of her real life position as a submissive. 

Kelly was wearing what I could only describe as a pink crocheted mini dress. My wife loved to wear pink. She knew that the color was the perfect compliment to her blond hair and milky white skin.

Made of what looked like thick cotton yarn, the mid section of the dress was nothing but pink fishnet woven so loosely that it left Kelly's flat stomach and belly button almost fully exposed. The top of the dress was cut just as low as Keisha's and while it was a tighter weave than the middle of the dress it still provided very little cover for my wife's large breasts. An inch or two below Kelly's belly button the bottom of her dress started with a tightly woven belt of yarn about two inches in width. A four inch skirt of cotton fringe hung from this woven belt. Like Keisha and Mandy, my wife was not wearing panties. Whenever she moved the fringe skirt parted and exposed the cleft of her shaved pussy and the soft round cheeks of her beautiful rear. 

Kelly was wearing her favorite necklace, earrings, bracelet and anklet set. They were pearls. My wife loves pearls. She used to keep this set hidden away from me in her office because there wasn't any possibility that she could have explained how she could afford to own such expensive jewelry. She finally showed them to me after I learned about the true nature of her job at JTandR. I now knew that these pearls had been a gift from Martin Jackson.

I looked at Kelly and Tyler Greer. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed at my gut when I noticed that they were holding hands and smiling. They reminded me of two teenagers making their entrance at the junior prom.

Martin Jackson walked over to them. "Tyler, is Melody showing you a good time?"

Tyler laughed. "Martin, she's amazing. I can't believe the things this woman is capable of doing with her tongue. I thought Donny's wife was good at giving head; but compared to Melody, she's a rank amateur."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "She is talented, isn't she."

I looked at Kelly. She was blushing. Suddenly she glanced over at me. For a brief second our eyes met. For a moment I thought I detected a hint of apprehension or even sadness in her face and then it was gone and the flirtatious smile that I'd seen all afternoon was back.

"How about you Brad? Is Jasmine taking good care of you?" I turned. John Reynolds had his hand on Brad Cameron's shoulder.

Brad grinned. "John, I think she's trying to fuck me to death."

Mr. Reynolds winked at him. "I can't imagine a better way to go."

Brad laughed. "I have to agree."

"And Jason, how is Angela treating you?" Martin Jackson was smiling at Jason Foley.

Jason shook his head. "Martin, I have never been with a woman who is so adventurous and so eager to please me. I feel like I've died and gone to heaven."

"She is wonderful" Mr. Jackson looked at all six of them with a gracious smile. "I'm glad that all of you are having a good time. Dinner will be served in about an hour. Right now it's time for cocktails and some delicious looking appetizers that our chef and his assistant have prepared for us." Turning to Nathan he said, "Please get everyone's drink orders."

Nathan motioned to me. "Bunny, assist me."

As I was moving to join Nathan I heard Kelly say, "Tyler honey, can I get you a plate of those appetizers. After the last hour in your room I have to believe that you're absolutely famished."

Tyler chuckled. "Yes, we certainly did work up an appetite."

Kelly turned to Nathan. "Nathan dear, could you lend me Bunny for a moment. I'd like him to give me a hand."

This was unexpected. Nathan stared at Kelly. After a second he turned to Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson gave Kelly quick glance and then he nodded to Nathan.

Nathan turned back to Kelly with a smile. "Certainly." And then he looked at me. "Bunny please assist Ms. Melody."

I nodded. "Yes sir." And followed Kelly to the sideboard holding the appetizers.

Behind me I heard Martin Jackson say, "Tyler, let's go over to the bar and get you a cocktail."

When we got to the sideboard Kelly picked up a plate and said, "Hold this for me Bunny." I took the plate. As Kelly selected several appetizers she whispered, "I miss you babydoll."

I sensed that there was something bothering my wife. In my quietest voice I asked; "Mistress Melody, are you all right?"

"Timmy, promise me something."

"Sure anything."

"If I die before you do, promise me that my headstone won't say, she gave a great blow job."

I looked at Kelly with a puzzled expression.

Noticing my obvious confusion, she said; "Babydoll, I love sex and Tyler has a wonderful cock. I absolutely adore sucking it." She paused for a moment and then she whispered, "But that isn't all I want to do with my life. There has to be something more. I'm not just a blond with big tits who gives great head. I have a brain."

I whispered, "Yes you do. I might remind you that you happen to be a very talented poet. Do you remember your poem about the little girl chasing a butterfly through a rose garden on a sunny summer afternoon?"

Kelly nodded. "Of course I do. That was the poem I read in our creative writing class the day we met."

"Yes, and while I love your blond hair, bit tits and talented lips, that poem was what really attracted me to you."




Courtesan Ch. 41



Kelly giggled. "I know, that's one of the million reasons that I'm so madly in love with you." She paused for a moment and then she added, "But Timmy, you're the only one knows about that part of me."

"Well I guess it's time for you to start writing again. Remember a week and a half ago when we were discussing whether or not you should try return to this job?"

"Yes."

"One of the reasons we decided it was a good idea was that this job actually gives you time to write."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know Timmy. Right now, they're keeping me awfully busy. As soon as we get back tomorrow I have to meet another guy at the Calvert Hotel."

"Yes, but that's because they're trying to put together a major corporate buyout. As soon as it's done our schedule will get much easier." We both turned. It was Mandy. She was standing next to us. "Are you guys all right?"

I smiled. "We're fine, Kelly is just having a case of the temporary blues. She's feeling a little down about not doing much with her life. I'm reminding her that she's a very talented poet and she's about to be able to start writing again."

"Really? When we live together could you guys teach me to write?"

I smiled at Mandy. "We'd love to."

Mandy grinned, then her expression suddenly became more serious. "Kel honey, this is really unusual for you. I've never seen you lose your concentration when you're with a guy. Are you sure you're feeling all right? Is Ty a creep?"

"No I feel fine and Ty is actually a lot of fun." Kelly sighed. "I think everything that's happened in the past few weeks is finally starting to catch up with me." She smiled at Mandy. "Talking to Timmy helped. I'm starting to feel better already."

Kelly put several appetizers on the plate I was holding. As she was doing it she looked at me with a playful grin and said, "So what will you put on my tombstone when I die?"

I chuckled. "well first of all we're only twenty-four, so I think the question is a bit premature. We both have a lot of life left to live."

"You're dodging the question."

"Okay, if you insist. Right now, if I had to do it, I would have your tombstone inscribed with these words; Kelly Mason, wife, lover, poet and one of the great courtesans of the twenty-first century."

Kelly thought about this for a moment and then she smiled. "Thank you Timmy, I really like that. I really like it a lot." 

Taking the plate from me, she whispered; "I'd better get back to Ty." And then as she turned to leave she added; "Babydoll, I love you."

I nodded. "I know."

Once she was gone Mandy said, "That was really sweet. If I die before you do will you promise to do my tombstone too?"

"We're certainly getting a little morbid this evening."

"Don't dodge the question."

"Okay, yes I'll do it."

"What will it say?"

"Again, you're only twenty-six. You also have a lot of life left to live."

"I know, but if you had to write it tonight, what would it say?"

"All right." I thought for a moment and then I said; "Mandy Wells, friend, lover, teacher and one of the great courtesans of the twenty- first century."

Mandy looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Teacher? Timmy I always wanted to be a teacher, but I'm not. I barely finished high school and I never went to college."

"Not because you weren't smart enough. The trouble your mom and dad had during your senior year in high school was the only reason you didn't go to college."

"But I'm still not a teacher."

"Yes you are, you're a natural teacher. Over the past week and a half you've given both Kelly and me a crash course in dominant submissive sex and our new lifestyle."

Mandy giggled. "You mean I'm an instructor of alternative life styles." 

"Yes and a very good one."

"Thank you Timmy, I like that." She gently patted my hand. "Now I'd better get back to Jason."

"Bunny, hold this tray for me." 

It was Edward. He had a silver serving tray in his hands. I took it from him and held it while he filled several plates with appetizers and set them on the tray. 

Once that was done he whispered, "Mr. Jackson would like to see you in the hall."

Suddenly I started to get nervous. Mr. Jackson had made it very clear that there was not to be any social interaction between Kelly and me while the guests were here. Clearly we had just violated that rule.

Slowly nodding, I nervously said; "Yes sir." And then I turned and apprehensively walked out of the parlor feeling like a convicted murderer on his way to his execution

Mr. Jackson was waiting for me in the hall. I was prepared for and willing to accept a stern reprimand. During the past week this man had done wonderful things for me and people who were close to me. Now I felt like I'd let him down. I was ashamed.

I stopped in front of him and stared at the floor. I felt like a child reluctantly ready to bear the onslaught of an angry father.

"Bunny is everything all right?"

These were neither the words nor the tone of voice that I'd expected. I looked up at him. There was an expression of concern in his eyes.

Still nervous, I started to try to stammer out an answer. "I ah, well..."

Smiling, he gently touched my shoulder "It's all right. I'm not angry with you or for that matter, Kelly or Mandy; but I am concerned."

His words put me at ease. I took a second to regain my composure and then, taking a deep breath I said; "I think everything is fine. Would you like me to try to explain?"

"Yes, please."

"Kelly knows that she's a beautiful woman."

"Yes she certainly is."

"She understands that it was a blessing, but by the time she was in high school she also began to realize that in some ways it was a curse."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "Yes, I think I understand. Your wife is a very bright and talented person, but her blond hair, pretty face and fabulous figure make it difficult for many people to see that."

I smiled. "That's right."

"What upset her tonight?"

"Kelly loves sex and she really does take pride in her ability to excite and satisfy a man, but..."

"But she only wants that to be one part of her persona." Mr. Jackson shook his head. "I think I understand. When Tyler praised her for her ability to give a blow job she started to worry that we believed that was all she was capable of doing."

"I think it goes deeper than that."

"What do you mean?"

"I think she's worried that she's beginning to believe it herself."

Mr. Jackson sighed. "Ah yes, one's self perception is always the most important. What did you tell her? You obviously said something that made her feel better. Right now she's in the parlor flirting with Tyler with every bit of the expertise and enthusiasm that I've come to expect from her."

"I reminded her that she's a talented poet."

"Yes I remember that from the reports we put together about her while she was still in college."

"I also reminded her that when she made the decision to talk to you about getting her old job back, one of the reasons for that decision was that being a hostess has enough flexibility to allow some time for her to start writing again. Now that she doesn't have to try to hide what she's doing from me anymore, that should be even more true. That excited her. Kelly loves to write and she takes a lot of pride in her ability."

I paused. After a moment I added, "She was a little worried that. Right now you're keeping her too busy to write, but Mandy reminded her that once this buy out attempt is over things should settle down again."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "That's true." He thought about all of this for a few seconds and then he said, "What about my girl? After Kelly left she stayed and talked to you for another minute or two. Is she all right?"

"She has the same problem as Kelly, but it's maybe even more complicated."

"Tell me."

"She's just as smart as Kelly, but at least Kelly got to go to college. That gave her some confidence in her ability. All Mandy has done since high school is work as a stripper and an escort."

"What did you tell her? When she left you there was a huge smile on her face."

"I told her that she was a wonderful teacher."

"A teacher?"

"Yes, I reminded her about how much she's taught Kelly and me during the past week and a half."

Mr. Jackson grinned. "Timmy I certainly made the right decision when I hired you."

"Sir?"

"Young man, you're not down here to be a slave. That's just part of a fantasy that we're all enjoying. I am impressed with the reports you're producing, but I have staff that I could have assigned to that task. Timmy I hired you to do what you're doing right now, take care of our hostesses. I hired Kirby and Elvira for the same reason. Ever since we started using hostesses I've worried about the emotional effects the job might have on them. Loneliness, negative self perception and little sense of personal fulfillment; those are just some of the issues that these women face. Timmy I hired the three of you to be anchors. Your real job is to love, care for and nurture my hostesses."

He smiled at me. "And so far you seem to be doing an outstanding job."

I smiled back at him. "Thank you sir."

Suddenly we heard the sound of footsteps climbing a wooden staircase. Mr. Jackson and I both turned in the direction of the noise. A door ten feet beyond the entrance to the dining room opened and Tonya emerged followed by Donald Kline.

Tonya looked like she'd just stepped out of a submissive's wet dream. She was wearing a shiny black leather mini dress that laced up the front, a pair of thigh high black patent leather boots with what had to be eight inch spike heels and elbow length black leather gloves. Her dress was just as low cut, short and revealing as the dresses Keisha and Kelly were wearing. Her ash blond hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and she wore dark black eyeshadow and thick red lipstick. All of this combined to create an aura of malevolence that both frightened and excited me.

In her left hand Tonya carried a horsewhip and in her right she held a leash that was attached to the dog collar around Donald Kline's neck.

Her slave was now wearing a pair of little boys one piece pajamas with footies. They were pink with little teddy bears all over them. I was certain that they had to have been specially made in order to get them in a size that would fit Donald Kline.

When she saw us Tonya smiled and said, "Come Twinkles."

As they approached Mr. Jackson said; "Good evening Natasha, may I have a word with your pet?"

"Of course." She turned to Donald Kline. "Twinkles, you may answer Mr. Jackson."

"How are you doing Donald? Is Natasha showing you a good time?"

That made him grin. "Some people might question the phrase, good time; but yes, I'm having the experience of my life. I gather that at some point Mistress Natasha talked to my wife and Michelle filled her in on my most secret fantasies."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Very good, we want you to have a good time. Remember, you're among friends here. No one is going to judge you." Then he gestured to me. "Donald, this is Bunny; he's another submissive and he's actually owned by Melody and Angela."

Donald Kline looked at me for a moment and then he said, "Really, you must lead a very exciting life."

"I enjoy it."

Laughing, he said; "Yes, I'll bet you do. Owned by two beautiful women, I am envious." Then, quickly holding up his hand he added; "Don't ever tell my wife I said that."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "Don't worry Donald, your secret is safe with us." He turned to Tonya. "Natasha, shall we join the others?"

Tonya smiled and then she tugged on Donald's leash. "Come Twinkles, your last training session made me thirsty. I'm in the mood for a cocktail." 

Tonya pulled Donald into the parlor. After they were gone I turned to Mr. Jackson. "Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can Timmy."

"I thought that it was essential that we keep my relationship with Kelly and Mandy a secret from the guests; but you just told Mr. Kline about us."

"Timmy, Donald Kline is one of the most influential financial investors on the east coast. At least three dozen very wealthy men follow his lead. I'm hoping that I just created a bond between the two of you, a bond that in the future may be very helpful to all of us."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just be yourself Timmy, that's all you'll have to do."

There was brief moment of awkward silence. I sensed that Mr. Jackson had something else on his mind. Finally he shook his head and asked; "Timmy what should I do about her?"

I immediately understood that he was talking about Mandy.

Without waiting for an answer to his question he continued. "I know that she's planning to live with Kelly and you. I was relieved when she told me that. I worry about her. I'm afraid that she's lonely. The firm demands most of my attention and leaves me with very few opportunities to spend time with her."

"You have feelings for her, don't you sir."

"Yes Timmy I do and I'm quite certain that she has feels the same way about me."

"Oh she does, there isn't any question about that."

Shaking his head, he said; "I just don't think I can commit the time that a real relationship requires."

"Sir, there might also be some other questions."

"What do you mean?"

"If you entered into a serious relationship with Mandy would you want her to stop working as a hostess? Would you expect her to be faithful to you? Mandy is her mother's daughter. I think she may be a lot like Kelly. I'm not sure she's capable of staying faithful to one man."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "Timmy, I take great pride in my ability to consider all aspects of a question before I make a decision and right now I'm ashamed to admit that I've never even considered that issue."

He thought for a moment. "If I married Mandy, it's very likely that I'd end up being a cuckold, isn't it."

"Yes sir, I think it is. You might also have to give up the regular blow jobs that you get from Kelly."

"I'd miss those, your wife really is an artist..." Suddenly he caught himself. "Timmy I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you."

I shook my head. "It's all right sir. That doesn't offend me."

He looked at me. "Does knowing that we get together several times a week ever bother you? I mean I'm starting to really like you Timmy. If it does bother you, just tell me and I'll stop it immediately."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate that; but no, it doesn't bother me. I understand that Kelly sees sexual pleasure and emotional attachment as two completely separate entities. Don't get me wrong, she does care for you. I know that she likes you very much and I'm rapidly starting to understand why she feels that way." 

I smiled. "My wife is a sexual free spirit. She may play with other men. She might even develop feelings for some of them like she has with you and Chris, but in the end I know that she'll always come home to me. I feel very confident about the fact that I'll always be the pivotal man in Kelly's life and that's what really matters to me."

"You did have some problems last week."

"Yes sir, I did. I think that was partly due to the difficulties we'd had over the past year. My confidence in Kelly's feelings for me had been seriously shaken." I shook my head. "If a man is going to let his wife cuckold him, he has to be very secure about the fact that she loves him."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "I think he just has to be very secure."

I recognized that as a compliment, but sometimes compliments are difficult for me so I just shrugged and continued. "As you know, last week was also the first time I'd ever actually seen Kelly with another man. Hearing about one of her sexual trysts is one thing, actually witnessing one is something else altogether. It took me a little while to get used to that."

"You did a pretty good job of adapting."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me and then he said, "Timmy what should I do about Mandy?"

"Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Yes, I do."

"Talk to her. Have this exact conversation with her. Mandy is a very mature and bright woman. This affects her life every bit as much as it does yours. Allow her to be involved in the decision."

Mr. Jackson slowly nodded. He was obviously thinking about what I was suggesting.

"Then as a compromise I might suggest that you consider taking an apartment in the house we're buying."

Mr. Jackson stared at me. "Timmy I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Everyone who's going to be living there works for me."

"Mr. Tyler's planning to live there with Elvira and we all work for him too."

"Yes but..." And then he paused. "Do you think the others would accept me?"

I smiled. "Mr. Jackson, if there is one thing I've learned about you this past week and a half; it's that you have the respect, admiration and friendship of the people who work for you. Yes, I'm quite certain that all of them would accept you."

He was silent for a moment and then he said, "I have a free evening tomorrow night and I know that Kelly is the only hostess who's assigned to work." He looked at me. "I'm sorry Timmy, John has an investor flying in from Seattle and we need your wife."

"It's all right, I understand. Kelly is good at her job. We both take pride in that."

"I glad you understand. Anyway, Mandy and I are both free and I'd already been planning to take her to dinner at the Kennsington Grill. I think I'll try to talk to her about all of this tomorrow night."

"I think that's a good idea."

Mr. Jackson nodded and then he put a hand on my shoulder. "Timmy, it's time for us to get back to our guests."

"Yes sir, I'm sure Nathan would like my help."

Smiling, Mr. Jackson gave my shoulder a quick pat and said, "Let's go."

In the parlor everyone was now seated in front of the fireplace. 

Of course I immediately looked for Kelly and Tyler and found them on one of the love seats. Kelly was sitting next to Tyler with her legs tucked underneath her and one arm casually draped around his shoulder. Her thighs were pressed tightly together which seemed like a good thing because in any other position, the fringe skirt on her knit dress would have done very little to conceal her naked sex.

Mandy and Jason were on the love seat to their left. Mandy was sitting on Jason's lap.

Elvira and Wendell Tyler were sitting together on the love seat to Kelly and Tyler's right. Their hips were touching, but maybe because of their age or possibly because of Mr. Tyler's position as one of the partners, they were being much less overtly sexual.

On the love seat next to them Keisha was cuddled up to Brad. Keisha's head rested on Brad's shoulder and her arm lay casually draped across his crotch. That made me smile. Kelly and Mandy loved cocks, but I was learning that Keisha was an absolute fanatic for them. It was apparent that even when she was relaxing she liked to maintain contact with one. 

Tonya occupied a brown leather arm chair to the right of Keisha and Brad. Donald Kline was kneeling submissively at her feet.

John Reynolds was standing next to the fireplace. 

Except for Donald Kline, everyone had a cocktail in their hand. It appeared to me that all of them were drinking a variation of either a martini or a Manhattan. Their eyes were all focused on Tyler Greer.

"Natasha, those pink pajamas you've made Donny wear are perfect. When we come over to his house for a night of partying with Michelle she loves to treat him like a little boy." He laughed "Sometimes she even brings him up to his bedroom and tucks him into his single bed before all of us retire to her bedroom to play."

"Don't Donald and his wife sleep in the same room?" It was Kelly. She was obviously curious about this.

Tyler shook his head. "I'm not sure. I know he has a small bedroom decorated with teddy bears and cartoon characters. Michelle loves to show it to the guys when she entertains."




Courtesan Ch. 42



This is the forty-second episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-one episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.




The playhouse was actually a tiny theater. I remembered Kelly describing it to me when she first told me about Evergreen. 

I glanced around the room while the men were taking their seats. A stage occupied most of the space at the end of the room opposite the door. The stage was large enough to accommodate a double bed. I knew that partly from observation, but I also knew it because my wife had described some of the sex shows that took place on this stage. This evening the only furniture on the stage was a single ornate French Provincial chair. 

Three love seats, a couch and four leather arm chairs were arranged in a casual semicircle around the front of the stage. The walls of this windowless room were decorated with six floor to ceiling oil paintings depicting characters from Greek and Roman mythology engaged in graphic sex acts.

A sideboard to the left of the door served as the bar. To the right of the door there was a small table with a stereo amplifier on it. An MP3 player was connected to the amplifier. 

"Bunny, Cookie we need seven rusty nails." It was Kelly. I remembered her telling me that rusty nails were an after dinner tradition at both Eagle Lake and Evergreen.

I nudged Kirby. "Come on, I'll set up the glasses and fill them with ice cubes. You can pour the liquor."

We walked over to the sideboard. As I was preparing the glasses Kirby said, "Timmy, the only Scotch here is eighteen year old Chivas Regal."

A quick look confirmed Kirby's observation. I shrugged. "I guess that must be what we're supposed to use."

Shaking his head, Kirby whispered; "Shit Timmy, I've never even tasted this stuff."

"Kirby, we both now have good jobs. Let's buy a bottle this weekend."

As Kirby measured and poured two ounces of the Scotch into each of the glasses he said, "We could do that, couldn't we."

"Kirby, we not only could do it, we can do it."

"Do you really want to? I mean it's kind of expensive."

"We'll share it with everyone. It will be fun."

As he poured an ounce of Drambuie into each of the glasses, Kirby grinned at me and said; "Life really is good, isn't it Timmy."

"Yeah Kirb, it really is."

Kirby helped me arrange the glasses on a silver serving tray. As I was carrying the drinks over to the girls and their men, Tonya walked into the room. Donald Kline was scurrying along on his hands and knees behind her. She was leading him on a leash.

"Come Twinkles, the women are going to put on a show for the men. You can watch too." Tonya led Donald over to one of the leather arm chairs. As soon as she sat down Donald took his place on his knees at her feet. 

When she saw this Tonya shook her head. "No Twinkles, I don't want you to kneel. I want you to be comfortable for this show." She pulled her leather skirt up to her waist and spread her knees apart, exposing her naked pussy. "Sit between my legs."

Donald quickly repositioned himself so that he was kneeling between Tonya's parted thighs.

"No Twinkles, I instructed you to sit. I really do want you to be comfortable while you watch these three beautiful women dance."

After he'd moved so that he was actually sitting between Tonya's legs she gently pulled Donald's head back so that it was resting against her naked cunt. "That's much better Twinkles. Are you comfortable now?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, I am."

"Twinkles you're about to watch these women dance naked for their men. That will excite the men, won't it."

"Yes Mistress Natasha, it will."

"Will it excite you Twinkles?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, it will."

"What's going to happen to these men after the women excite them?"

"The women will have sex with them."

"Will anyone be having sex with you Twinkles?"

Everyone in the room had picked up on Tonya and Donald's conversation and all of us were now listening intently. Watching Donald, it was obvious that he was well aware of this.

Looking around, nobody was laughing or shocked or acting judgmental. All of us, especially his three friends, understood what was happening. This was a humiliation session for Donald and it was what he wanted. It was something that he craved as much as the oral sex and fucking that the other men would soon be getting.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he answered; "No Mistress Natasha, no one will be having sex with me."

"Why not Twinkles?"

"Because I'm a pathetic lover. I have a tiny little penis and I cum quickly."

I watched Donald. In his eyes I could see the combination of humiliation and excitement that he was experiencing. He was embarrassed and ashamed, but he was also thrilled. I suspected that only a submissive masochist could understand that reaction.

Tonya continued pushing him. "You're not really much of a man are, you Twinkles."

"No Mistress Natasha I'm not."

"You're more like a little boy, aren't you. That's why you're wearing those pink pajamas."

"Yes Mistress Natasha."

I glanced over at Kelly and Tyler. They were on one of the love seats. Kelly was sitting on Tyler's lap. Tyler was shaking his head while my wife slowly ran her fingers through his hair."

"Do you ever get to fuck anyone Twinkles?" 

"No Mistress Natasha. My pathetic little penis is never permitted to enter a woman's vagina."

"Who's rule is that Twinkles?"

"My wife's, Mistress Natasha?"

"Are you telling me that your wife doesn't allow you to fuck her?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha."

"Is your wife celibate Twinkles?"

"No Mistress Natasha, she loves sex."

"But not with you."

"That's correct."

"So she has lovers."

"Yes Mistress Natasha."

Tonya nodded towards Brad, Tyler and Jason. "Do those men party with your wife?"

In a very quiet voice, Donald answered; "Yes Mistress Natasha."

"How does that make you feel?"

Everyone, especially Donald's three friends were now watching even more intently. The room was silent.

Donald didn't respond.

Tonya repeated her question. "Twinkles, how does that make you feel?"

The silence continued.

Tonya decided to prompt him. "Are you jealous that your friends get to fuck your wife?"

Donald thought for a moment and then he slowly shook his head. "No Mistress Natasha. I'm confident that Michelle loves me. I know that for her, sex with other men is just fun." He paused. After a second he added; "But sometimes when I'm lying in my bed listening to them playing in Michelle's bedroom, I am envious."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tyler Greer cock his head. I looked at him. I was certain I detected a hint of concern on his face.

"That envy excites you, doesn't it Twinkles."

"Yes Mistress Natasha it does." Donald smiled. "But there's more. Hearing the fun my wife is having with my friends also makes me happy. I love Michelle, I want her to enjoy herself."

Tonya leaned over and tenderly kissed the top of Donald's head. "Twinkles, you're a very good boy. Your wife loves you every bit as much as you love her and after this show I have her permission to give you a wonderful reward."

Tyler sighed. It was an obvious sigh of relief. And then he started to smile.

Kelly kissed Tyler's forehead. It was apparent that she'd also sensed his concern about Donald's envy. She gave his crotch a playful squeeze and stood up. Turning to me she said, "Bunny turn on the music. It's time for us to start the show."

As I turned to put my silver serving tray back on the sideboard I noticed that everyone in the room was smiling.

After dropping my tray at the bar I went over to the table next to the door and switched on the amplifier and the MP3 player that was attached to it. A rhythm and blues song started playing.

My wife walked up on to the stage and while looking directly into the eyes of the three men who were seated in front of her, started to seductively sway her hips in time to the heavy beat of the music. As she danced, Kelly put her hands on her head and ran her fingers through her long blond hair. This caused her large, barely concealed breasts to push forward as if she was offering them to the men seated on the love seats. At the same time the short yarn skirt at the bottom of her dress shimmied and jiggled from the gyration of her hips, giving everyone brief glimpses of the cleft of her shaved pussy.

After a minute Keisha rose from her seat and moved to join my wife. As she climbed the two steps at the front of the stage the attention of everyone in the room was focused on the luscious cheeks of her beautiful coffee colored ass, left exposed by the oval cutout in the back of her yellow satin mesh dress.

Still moving in time to the music, Kelly greeted Keisha with a kiss. It wasn't a polite peck on the cheek. This was a lusty full blown kiss on the mouth. While the two women kissed their hands roamed freely, touching and fondling each other like two lovers caught up in a frenzy of unbridled passion.

In front of me Brad Cameron clapped his hands one time and said, "Oh yeah, I love seeing two women kiss like that."

On the next love seat Tyler Greer shook his head and said, "Damn, it is hot. Look at 'em fondling each others tits."

While Tyler was making his comment Mandy stood up. As she walked towards the stage Kelly broke of her kiss with Keisha. Both women turned and looked at Mandy. Kelly sensually licked her lips and wiggled her finger. It was a command. Mandy nodded her head and walked directly to Kelly. As soon as she reached her, Kelly put her arms around Mandy and gave her a kiss that was every bit as sexually charged as the one she'd just given to Keisha.

While Mandy and Kelly were kissing Keisha stepped behind Mandy and pulled her lace skirt down to her ankles exposing her cute little rear. After Mandy stepped out of the skirt Kelly broke off their kiss and turned Mandy around so that she was facing the men. For a moment I stared, captivated by the sight of her shaved camel toe pussy.

Kelly still had her arms wrapped around Mandy, but her hug had turned into a hold. While Kelly held on to her, Keisha began pulling Mandy's lace top over her head. Mandy submissively raised her arms, allowing Keisha to pull her top all the way off and toss it to the side of the stage. Now except for her sandals and jewelry Mandy was completely naked.

Continuing to hold on to her with her left arm, Kelly slipped her right hand down to Mandy's sex and put first one and then two fingers into her. At the same time Keisha started twisting and pinching Mandy's nipples. All three women continued to move in time to the music.

Tyler laughed. "This is so fuckin hot it's unbelievable."

Keisha winked at him and then she placed her hands on Mandy's shoulders and began pushing her to the floor. Kelly released Mandy from her arm hold and allowed her to fall gently to her knees. Mandy's face was now directly in front of my wife's cunt.

Keisha walked behind my wife, unfastened the knit waist band of her dress, pulled it off over her head and tossed it to the side of the stage. Now, except for her high heeled sandals and pearls Kelly was completely naked.

Moving alongside Mandy, Keisha placed her hand on the back of her head and gently pushed Mandy's face into my wife's cunt.

Brad Cameron shook his head. "Do you see that Jason? Jasmine's making Angela eat Melody's pussy."

"Yeah I see it Brad. These women put on one hell of a show."

Tyler laughed. "Right now I'm so turned on I think my balls might burst."

I smiled at Tyler's comment while I watched my wife. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. There wasn't any question in my mind that she was enjoying the action of Mandy's tongue, but I knew Kelly. There was more. She was an exhibitionist. Knowing that these men were watching her and were aroused by what they were seeing, made it even more exciting for her. 

Keisha released her hold on Mandy's head. Kelly must have sensed it because she opened her eyes. She and Keisha exchanged a quick glance and then Keisha walked over to the chair, turned it around and bent over with her hands resting on the back of the chair.

Her gorgeous brown ass, fully exposed by the oval cutout in the back of her yellow dress was now facing the men. As Keisha wiggled her butt in time to the music Kelly pushed Mandy's face away from her cunt, walked over to Keisha and began caressing her naked rear. At the same time she wiggled her finger at Mandy, beckoning her to join them.

Now fully revealing her submissive persona Mandy crawled over to Keisha and kneeled directly behind her gorgeous ass. 

While Mandy was crawling into position Kelly unzipped the back of Keisha's dress, pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the side of the stage with the other discarded clothing. All three women were now wearing only their jewelry and their sandals.

Staring into Mandy's eyes, Kelly began caressing the soft round cheeks of Keisha's rear. After a moment she slipped a hand between Keisha's thighs and pushed two fingers into her wet sex. After finger fucking her for a few seconds she pulled her two glistening fingers out of Keisha's cunt and rubbed them against Mandy's lips and nose. Mandy responded by extending her tongue and licking Kelly's fingers like they were an erect penis that had just been fucking Keisha.

I glanced around. Tyler, Brad and Jason were watching the show in rapt silence. I noticed that Brad was slowly rubbing his cock through his trousers. I was quite certain that it was an unconscious act and that he'd have been very embarrassed if either of his friends had noticed what he was doing.

After letting Mandy lick her fingers for a few seconds, Kelly placed both of her hands on Keisha's cheeks and pulled them apart, momentarily exposing her tight little anus. Then with a mischievous grin on her face Kelly wiggled her finger at Mandy, beckoning her to move forward.

Mandy crawled closer to Keisha and pulled her cheeks apart again. Kelly placed her hand on the back of Mandy's head and gently pushed her face down to the parted crevice of Keisha's ass.

"Damn, she's going to lick Jasmine's asshole." It was Tyler Greer, he was breathless with excitement."

Jason Foley nodded. "It doesn't surprise me, Angela is without a doubt the most uninhibited woman I have ever been with. She's even wilder than Donny's wife."

As Kelly was pressing Mandy's face into Keisha's rear, Mandy reached around Keisha's thighs and hugged her while she passionately kissed and licked her asshole.

Brad Cameron chuckled. "Gentleman, at this moment I do believe that we are in the company of four of the wildest, most uninhibited women on this planet."

Tonya laughed. 'Now that's a serious compliment."

Brad grinned at her. "It was meant as one."

Kelly had been massaging Mandy's cunt while Mandy kissed and licked Keisha's asshole, but when she heard the sounds of the conversation behind her she stopped. Another rhythm and blues song was playing so it was difficult for her to understand what was being said. Turning around she asked with a grin, "What are all of you carrying on about?"

Donald Kline was still sitting between Tonya's legs with his head resting against her naked sex. As she gently stroked his cheek she said, "Brad just suggested that we might be the four wildest, most uninhibited women on this planet."

Mandy and Keisha both stood up and turned around. Giggling, Mandy said, "Oh yes, I like that." She stepped off the stage and walked over to Jason Foley. As she pulled him out of his love seat, she said; "Why don't you take me up to your room so that I can show you just how uninhibited and wild I really am."

Tyler Greer laughed. "Damn Jason, you'd better not pass up an invitation like that."

As Mandy was leading Jason out of the playhouse he called over his shoulder. "Believe me buddy, I won't."

Staring at Brad Cameron Keisha slowly sashayed off the stage. She stood in front of him lasciviously licking her lips while she fingered her slippery cunt. "Big boy, are you ready to go to your room and play?"

Taking a deep breath, Brad stood up and said; "Most definitely."

Keisha took her fingers out of her pussy. They were wet with the moisture of her arousal. Gently rubbing them against Brad's lips, she and seductively said; "Then what are we waiting for?"

Brad smiled at her as he licked her dew off of his lips, then he gave her naked rear end a playful pat and said, "Let's go."

My wife was still standing on the stage. Except for her pearls and high heeled sandals, she was nude. Her long blond hair fell loosely on her shoulders. She was absolutely stunning.

I looked at Tyler Greer. He was smiling. I understood the reason for his smile. He knew that this beautiful woman was his for the entire night. He stood up and gave Kelly a slight nod. It was a small gesture, but its meaning was very clear. He was telling her that she didn't have to ask, he wanted her and he wanted her now.

Kelly slowly walked off the stage and over to Tyler. Her eyes were focused on him and only on him. It was obvious to me that at that moment my wife belonged to Tyler Greer. Feelings of jealousy and envy swept through me. In an effort to control my emotions I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip.

Wrapping her arms around Tyler's shoulders, Kelly pulled him to her and kissed him hard on the lips. Tyler responded. As he kissed her back I watched him slide his hand to Kelly's naked breast. At the same time her hand dropped to Tyler's crotch. Her fingers found his erect penis and gripped it through his trousers.

Maintaining my composure while I watched my wife and Tyler Greer took every bit of emotional control that I could muster. I had to keep reminding myself that this didn't mean anything to Kelly. For her it was just fun and of course, her job.

After a moment Kelly broke off the kiss and stepped back. Gazing into Tyler's eyes, she whispered; "Let's go up to your room."

Tyler slowly nodded and then he put his arm around my naked wife's waist and guided her towards the door. As they disappeared into the hallway I closed my eyes and sighed. 

"Come Twinkles, it's time for you to get your reward."

I'd been so focused on Kelly and Tyler that I'd forgotten that Tonya and Donald Kline were still in the room. 

Tonya was already standing. She reached down, pulled Donald to his feet and gave his leash a gentle tug. As she led him to the door, she said; "Did you enjoy the show the women put on for the men?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, I did."

"You were envious when Angela was licking Jasmine's ass, weren't you Twinkles."

"Yes I was Mistress Natasha."

"We're going to your room. When we get there would you like to lick my ass?"

"Yes Mistress Natasha, I'd like that very much." Donald paused for a moment and then he said, "Mistress Natasha, may I ask a question?"

"Yes Twinkles, go ahead."

"Is that my reward?"

As they walked out the door Tonya said; "Twinkles honey, that is just going to be the beginning of your reward."

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Timmy, how are you doing?" It was Kirby.

I turned and smiled at him. "I'm all right, how are you doing?"

He shrugged. "I'm okay too. I think it may have been a little bit easier for me."

"What makes you say that?"

"Tonya was just being a dom with Donald. I think that was much less stressful for me than if she'd been treating him like a lover."




Courtesan Ch. 42



"You mean like what Kelly was doing with Tyler."

"Yeah, seeing Tonya kiss Donald like Kelly was kissing Tyler right before they went upstairs to his room would have been difficult for me."

I smiled. "It's funny, seeing her kiss Tyler like that was much more difficult than watching her suck his cock this afternoon when they were out by the pool." I shook my head. "I just keep reminding myself that she doesn't love these other men, she loves me. The other men are nothing more than a little amusement for her."

Kirby sighed. "I'm certain that in the very near future I'm going to be around Tonya while she's treating another man like a lover. When that happens I'm going to have to remember what you just told me."

I patted Kirby on the shoulder. "Don't worry buddy, you'll get used to it and Tonya will help you."

He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"It's obvious that she cares about you and I'm sure she doesn't want to lose you, so she's going to keep reassuring you that you're the only man in her life who matters to her. That's what Kelly does with me. Believe me Kirb, it really does help."

Slowly nodding, Kirby said; "I'm sure it does, but getting used to it is still going to be difficult."

"Bunny, Cookie; it's time for your break." It was Florence. Cassie was right behind her. They stormed into the room like a pair of tornadoes tearing across the Kansas plains and immediately started picking up the dirty glasses.

Cassie smiled at us. "While you and the ladies were taking care of the guests, we've all been relaxing in the back dining room. Now it's your turn for a break. Go see Maurice and Doris, they have some wonderful treats for you."

I looked at Kirby. He shrugged. 

Apparently we didn't reacting quickly enough. Florence, who had started wiping off the leather chairs and love seats, suddenly turned and began whipping her dust cloth at us. "Shoo! Shoo! Get out of here, go take your break."

As Florence backed us towards the door Cassie was giggling, but then she stopped and in a serious voice said; "You really do want to go to the back dining room. Maurice and Doris have made some absolutely fabulous sandwiches out of the left over prime rib."

Kirby grinned at me. "Timmy my friend, I think we're being given a message."

I laughed "Yeah Kirb, let's get out of here."

Kirby bowed politely to Florence and Cassie. "Ladies I'm sure we'll see you later."

Grinning, Florence snapped her dust cloth at him one more time and then she shouted; "Go! Get out of here. Go have sandwiches and beer."

Cassie started giggling again. She was still giggling as we made our hurried exit.

Once we reached the safety of the formal dining room Kirby looked at me and said, "Did Florence say beer?"

"Yes buddy, I believe that she did. Does that interest you?"

"Timmy, I'm an old navy man. When we were on liberty we lived on beer."

The kitchen was deserted so we passed right through to the back dining room. It was alive with activity. Doris, Ben, Maurice, Nathan and Edward were all sitting around the table. That wasn't unexpected. What surprised me was that Martin Jackson, John Reynolds, Wendell Tyler and Elvira were sitting there with them.

As soon as they heard us come into the room everyone stopped talking and turned. They all smiled at us. Edward and Martin Jackson both stood up. Mr. Jackson pulled two more chairs over to the table and placed one on each side of his chair. There already were two empty chairs at the table, but I assumed that those belonged to Cassie and Florence. 

Edward walked over to us while Mr. Jackson was getting our chairs. "Timmy, Kirby; please come in and sit down. We're having a late night snack. It's kind of a tradition at Evergreen. He gestured towards the sideboard that served as a bar. "There's a cooler of beer next to the bar. If you prefer please feel free to make a cocktail or have a glass of wine. You'll find an open bottle of the Merlot that we served in the main dining room tonight. It's very good. We got it from a private vineyard in Napa. They only made a hundred cases."

Kirby went straight to the beer cooler. I followed him. After opening it he paused for a moment and then he turned to me. "Timmy this is like a treasure chest. This is an amazing selection of great beers."

I glanced at the table. Everyone was watching Kirby. He rummaged around in the cooler. After a moment he pulled out a dark green bottle. 

As Kirby was opening the bottle Doris said; "Maurice, do you see what he chose."

Maurice nodded. "Yes Doris, I do." He stood up and raised a half full glass of beer in salute. "Kirby my friend, it appears that we are both aficionados of Pilsner Urquell."

Kirby held up his bottle. "To the Czechs, they make a great beer." And then he took a drink.

Laughing, Maurice said, "The French know how to cook, but when you want a great beer you have to go to eastern Europe."

Doris said, "Kirby, you'll find some beer glasses on the sideboard."

John Reynolds smiled. "Doris, Kirby is an old navy man. I suspect that he prefers to drink from the bottle."

Kirby was a little disconcerted by the two comments. I was quite certain that he'd never even considered the possibility of using a glass. He started to nervously stammer out, "I um, if it's okay, I guess I'd like to..."

Martin Jackson, who was still standing, recognized my friend's discomfort and immediately came to his rescue. He quickly walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Kirby, this is the back dining room. Here comfort is paramount. Please feel free to drink from the bottle."

Kirby smiled. 

"So Timmy, what are you going to choose?" It was Wendell Tyler. I think he'd also noticed Kirby's embarrassment and was trying to shift everyone's attention away from him.

I picked up the bottle of Merlot. "I'm really not much of a beer drinker." Quickly glancing at Maurice, I added; "Sorry, I don't mean to disappoint you."

He gave me a casual wave. "Do not be concerned. I'm French, wine is my first love. Beer is only a mistress with whom I occasionally dally." 

John Reynolds held up a glass of the wine. "Timmy, this wine is fabulous. You really should have some."

"If no one minds, I really would like to try it."

"Please pour a glass for yourself and then come over here and sit down." Martin Jackson was now standing behind his chair. As I poured a glass of the wine he gestured towards the empty chair on his right. "Kirby please sit here." Gesturing to the other chair he said; "Timmy, please sit here."

As Kirby and I were taking our seats Nathan got up and went to the sideboard that held the china. He picked up two plates, two butter knives and two napkins. Setting them in front of Kirby and me he nodded towards the plate of sliced roast beef, basket of rolls, slab of butter and bowl of white sauce in the center of the table. "Those are Doris's rolls. They're one of her specialties and a favorite at Evergreen. She took them out of the oven less than an hour ago."

I glanced at Doris. She was blushing.

Nathan continued. "She sliced up the leftover prime rib from tonight's dinner and Maurice made the sauce. It's his special horseradish sauce."

As soon as we were settled John Reynolds passed the food over to Kirby. He politely took one roll.

Edward shook his head. "Kirby, Maurice and Doris's feelings will be hurt if you and Timmy don't each eat at least two or three sandwiches."

Next to me, Ben said; "And it's never a good idea to upset the cooks."

From across the table Elvira whispered, "It's okay Cookie. The rolls are small and there's plenty. They really do want you to have several sandwiches." She looked around the table. "Sometimes my sweet friend is just a little shy."

As everyone nodded in understanding, Kirby put two more rolls on his plate and then he passed the basket to me. I took two rolls.

Cassie and Florence returned while we were making our sandwiches. They both took bottles of Heineken out of the beer cooler. Once they were seated Martin Jackson looked at Nathan and said, "When Kirby and Timmy came in you were telling us about the Caribbean cruise that you took with your wife last week. I found it very interesting. I've never been on a cruise. Please tell us more."

While I ate my sandwiches and listened to Nathan describe the cruise, it occurred to me that Kelly and I had never taken a vacation. The cruise sounded like fun. I wished that Kelly was there so that she could also hear Nathan's story. That made me remember where my wife really was and what she was doing. At that moment Kelly was in Tyler Greer's bedroom, just one floor above us. A wave of envy tinged with a touch of jealousy crept into my heart as I pictured my naked wife lying on her back in Tyler's bed. He was on top of her. Kelly was screaming with delight as he pumped his big hard cock in and out of her slippery wet cunt.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that in a few hours or at least by morning Kelly would come back to me and Tyler would be leaving. Then my wife would be with me and for Tyler she would just be a memory. 

That made me feel a little bit better and then I started thinking about college. I remembered all those wonderful nights that I spent writing stories in Kelly's dorm room while I waited for her to come home from a date. Other than occasionally missing Kelly, I never felt sad on any of those nights. I knew that she was just out having fun and as soon as she was done she would come back to her room to be with me. After I ate her pussy she'd give me a blow job and then we'd sit up talking, laughing and fooling around until dawn.

I shook my head. I didn't have any reason to be upset or concerned. Kelly was still Kelly and I was still her little cuckold, her little submissive masochistic cuckold. Yes, at this very moment she was upstairs in bed with another man; but so what. That's what my wife does. That's what she's always done and that's what she'll always do. Kelly loves sex with lots of different men and it never means anything to her. For her it's just fun. 

Now, being able to look at it from that perspective, the image of Tyler Greer on top of my wife, pumping his huge hard cock in and out of her slippery wet cunt started to get me excited. I felt my tiny penis trying to grow inside the confines of my cock cage. 

I smiled. When you're tired and a little stressed it's very easy to get confused.

"Timmy, have you and Kelly ever been on a cruise?" It was Edward. 

Startled, I glanced around the table. Everyone was looking at me. I hadn't been paying attention to the conversation, so it took me a moment to process the question.

While I was thinking Kirby chuckled and said; "I do believe that my buddy was off in la la land."

Florence shrugged. "I can't say that I blame him. His wife is upstairs in bed with another man."

Cassie looked at me. "Timmy, is that what you were thinking about? Does it bother you?"

"I don't know why it should." We all turned and looked at Doris. She smiled. "Do any of you question the depth of Kelly's love for Timmy."

Ben laughed. "That would be foolish." Glancing around the table, he asked; "How long have we known Kelly? About a year now?"

Everyone nodded.

"During that time, Timmy is all that she's ever talked about." He leaned forward so that he could look down the table at me. "Timmy, did you know that you can walk on water?"

I smiled at him. 

Cassie looked up and down the table. "I agree with Ben and Doris. Timmy doesn't have a thing to worry about. Kelly loves him and that's all there is to it. Also, I applaud the fact that he's secure enough as a man to allow his wife to have a little fun on the side once in a while. 

Nathan grinned. "Cassie, Kelly's a hostess. She has more than a little fun. She has a whole lotta fun and she has it all the time."

Cassie rolled her eyes. "That's because it's her job and that makes it even less of an issue."

Shaking his head, Nathan asked; "Why is that?"

Doris stepped right in. "Because it's business and that makes the threat of emotional entanglements even less likely."

Edward quietly asked, "Do you see emotional involvement as the biggest concern in extramarital liaisons?"

Cassie nodded. "I do. I mean as long as everyone understands that it's just a little fun on the side, who cares."

Florence turned to her. "Do you cheat on Marcus?"

"No I do not cheat on him." Cassie smiled. "I do have an occasional fling, we both do. I love a little strange once in a while and so does Marcus; but when we do it, it's only with each others knowledge and blessing."

Shaking her head, Florence said, "You let Marcus fool around?"

"I certainly do. He loves white pussy. This is South Carolina, a big black cock is an irresistible taboo for lots of the white women here. My Marcus is well endowed." Cassie giggled. "Very well endowed. He has about a dozen middle aged white ladies who he enjoys on a regular basis. "

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"Why should it? They're all married to wealthy men. None of them are foolish enough to trade their expensive houses, fancy cars and country club memberships for a big cock; especially when they know how easy it is to get all they want on the side. Besides, Marcus is my man. He loves me, he'd never run off with one of those women." She giggled. "Of course it helps that he knows that if he ever did run off with one of them I'd hunt him down and cut off his balls."

We all chuckled.

Doris looked at Ben. "Ben, you're a big, handsome man. Do you have a stable of married white women?"

Ben smiled and shook his head. "I understand what Cassie is talking about. I suppose if I sent out the right signals it wouldn't be too hard, but I never have."

"Why not?"

"When we were first married, if either of us had needed a little extra on the side it would have been Sarah. She was insatiable. That woman nearly wore me out." 

Everyone laughed. 

He waited until we were quiet, then he said, "Ever since Sarah got sick it's been important for her to be confident that I'll always be there for her. I could never do anything that might shake that confidence, so I choose to not play around."

All of us quietly nodded.

There was a brief lull in the conversation. Edward chose that moment to discreetly stand up and quietly slip out of the room. No one seemed to pay any attention. I assumed that he was making sure that the guests had everything that they needed. 

As soon as he was gone Elvira said, "My late husband Max and I were married for fifty-one years and I cuckolded him for that entire time. Max loved it. Just thinking about me in bed with another man was enough to get him excited. There was nothing he loved more than eating my pussy when I came home from a date."

Cassie giggled. "I'm not sure I could ever get Marcus to do that." 

Elvira smiled at her. "I think my Max was a little more submissive than your Marcus."

"Marcus can be very submissive to me, but I think maybe in different ways."

Elvira nodded and then she continued. "There were times when I dated the same man for an extended period of time. I suppose you could say that I occasionally had a steady boyfriend. When that happened I had to be careful to constantly reassure Max that he was the only man I would ever truly love and the only man who really mattered to me."

Wendell Tyler quietly said; "Confidence, trust and security, those seem to be the keys. Elvira and Max had an unshakeable trust in their love for each other. It's apparent that Timmy and Kelly and Cassie and Marcus share that same level of trust. That allows them to play around without hurting each other. Sarah's illness has shaken her self confidence and made her vulnerable. Ben is wise enough to recognize that, so he chooses to avoid doing anything that might make Sarah question the depth of his love for her."

"Leave it to the wise old sage of JTandR to sum up this conversation." Martin Jackson smiled at his good friend across the table. "Well wise old sage, you and Elvira seem to be developing a serious relationship. Are you going to allow her to cuckold you?" 

Mr. Tyler laughed. "Absolutely! In fact, she already is. She has a boyfriend named Wolfgang, She's made it clear to me that her relationship with him is purely physical. She enjoys him and I can't think of any reason that she should have to give him up."

Elvira kissed Wendell on the cheek. "And my sweet man loves his regular hand jobs from Kelly. As long as Timmy doesn't mind, I don't see why he should have to stop getting those."

The entire group looked at me.

I grinned at Elvira and Wendell. "No, I don't think that's a problem. Right now Kelly is upstairs in bed with another man and I'm guessing that she's giving him more than just a hand job."

Martin Jackson sputtered. "I sure hope he's getting more than..." He stopped himself in mid sentence and shook his head. "Timmy, please forgive me. I spoke without thinking. I didn't mean to offend you."

I smiled at him. "It's all right sir, you didn't offend me. In fact, I'm glad that we had this discussion." I looked around the table. "I hope that because of it, you can now all feel free to speak openly with me about what my wife does for JTandR." Then, winking at Mr. Jackson, I said; "Sir I know Kelly and I can assure you that right now Mr. Greer is getting a whole lot more than just a hand job." 

Everyone laughed.

While we were laughing Edward walked back into the room. He immediately went over to John Reynolds and whispered in his ear.

Mr. Reynolds nodded and then he stood up. Looking at Martin Jackson and Wendell Tyler, he said; "Gentleman, business calls."

Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tyler both stood. As Mr. Jackson was following Mr. Reynolds and Edward out of the back dining room Wendell Tyler leaned over and kissed Elvira's cheek. "My dear, please excuse me. This shouldn't take very long." 

Elvira flashed him a quick smile and then he turned and walked out the door.

After the three partners were gone there was a brief moment of silence and then Nathan said, "So Timmy, you never answered my original question. Have you and Kelly ever taken a cruise?"

I shook my head. "No, while Kelly and I were in school neither of us had any money. We couldn't afford expensive vacations. When we graduated Kelly immediately started working for JtandR. After that she never seemed to be able to find the time for a vacation. I gather that all of you know about the troubles we had."

Everyone nodded.

"Now that I know what Kelly really does for the firm and she no longer has to hide her activities from me, we've been able to put those troubles behind us. I'm hoping that In the very near future we'll be able to find the time to start taking an occasional vacation."

Doris asked, "Timmy, where would you like to go?" 

I shrugged. "I don't know, there are so many wonderful possibilities. In the last year Kelly's done quite a bit of traveling for JTandR, but I've never been anywhere. I've never been to Europe." I laughed. "What am I talking about. I've never even been to New York or Washington D.C. This trip to South Carolina is the farthest I've ever been from home."

Florence smiled. "Last summer Clay was able to get away from the service station for a few days, so we took a short trip to Washington D.C.. It was wonderful. We saw the White House, the Capitol and all the monuments.'

Next to her, Cassie said; "When we went to London for Edward's brother's funeral we got to spend a day sight seeing. I loved seeing Buckingham Palace and the Tower of London."

Doris nodded. "And the British Museum, I could have spent an entire week there."

That began an animated discussion of wonderful places to visit and things to do. The travel stories were fascinating and I could easily have sat up all night listening to them, but after about an hour Edward returned to the back dining room and walked directly over to Kirby and me.




Courtesan Ch. 42



"Gentlemen, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Mr. Reynolds would like you to join them in the formal dining room."

I stared at Edward. "They want us? Kirby and me?"

Edward curtly responded, "Yes, now please come with me. We don't want to keep them waiting."

Kirby and I both quickly rose, excused ourselves and followed Edward out of the back dining room and into the kitchen. Martin Jackson was waiting for us by the door to the formal dining room.

"Kirby, Timmy; Donald Kline would like to have a few words alone with the two of you."

Kirby looked at Mr. Jackson with a shocked expression. "Us, he wants to talk to us? And alone?" He shook his head. "I don't know Mr. Jackson, I'll do anything for you, anything at all; but I'm just an old navy cook. I don't know anything about high finance. I'm afraid I might screw up your business deal."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Don't worry Kirby, you can't do anything that could harm this current deal and you might be able to help us build a long term financial relationship with this man."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just be yourselves and everything will be fine."

He put a hand on each of our shoulders and gave us a gentle push towards the door. "Let's go into the dining room. I'll get you settled and then I'll leave you alone."

Donald Kline was sitting by himself at one end of the dining room table. There was a glass of what looked like straight scotch whisky in front of him. As soon as he saw us come in he stood up. The pink pajamas were gone. He was now wearing a white dress shirt open at the collar and a pair of dark gray wool slacks.

We walked over to him. 

"Donald, this is Tim Jamieson." I was a little surprised to hear Mr. Jackson use my real name.

Mr. Kline nodded. "Yes we talked in the hallway outside the playhouse." He extended his hand. "Tim, it's a pleasure to actually meet you." 

I shook his hand and said, "Mr. Kline, it's a pleasure to meet you too. Please call me Timmy."

"Thank you Timmy, please call me Donny."

Turning to Kirby, he again extended his hand. "And you are Tonya's Kirby."

Kirby glanced at Mr. Jackson with a puzzled expression.

Mr. Jackson smiled. "It's all right Kirby, Donald is a friend and for him the evening's games are now over. Real names are perfectly acceptable."

Kirby smiled and shook Donald's hand. "Mr. Kline I'm pleased to meet you."

"Please call me Donny and I would like it very much if I could call you Kirby."

Kirby nodded. "Yes sir." Stopping abruptly, he corrected himself. "I mean Donny."

Mr. Jackson put his arm around Kirby's shoulder. "Donald, my friend is just a little shy. I'm sure that he would be very happy if you called him Kirby."

Kirby smiled at Donald and nervously said, "Yes, I would like that."

Mr. Jackson patted Kirby's shoulder and then he walked over to the sideboard that served as a bar. "Donald is having a glass of eighteen year old Chivas Regal. Could I pour one for each of you?"

Kirby looked at me and smiled. 

I smiled back at him and then I said to Mr. Jackson; "Thank you sir, that would be very nice."

While Mr. Jackson was pouring our whiskys Donald gestured to the chairs on either side of his and said; "Gentlemen, please sit down and make yourselves comfortable."

I glanced at Mr. Jackson. He gave me a quick nod. 

As soon as Kirby and I were seated Mr. Jackson brought our drinks over. As he set them in front of us he said, "If you need anything, all of us will be in the back dining room. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll leave the three of you alone so that you can talk."



Courtesan Ch. 43



This is the forty-third episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-two episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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After Mr. Jackson left the room Donny looked at me and said, "Martin told me that you're married to Melody, the woman who's entertaining Tyler tonight. He said that her real name is Kelly. Is that correct?"

"Yes sir, Melody is my wife and her real name is Kelly."

"Timmy I would prefer it if you didn't call me sir. I would very much like the three of us to be equals."

Smiling at him, I said; "I'll try Donny, but it might be difficult. You're a millionaire and I, well I haven't done very much since I graduated from college."

Donny chuckled. "Actually Timmy, I'm a billionaire."

Kirby shook his head. "That makes it even more difficult. I'm just a retired navy cock. I don't think I've ever met a millionaire, let alone a billionaire."

"Actually Kirby, I'm quite certain that Martin, John and Wendell are all billionaires and Tyler Greer, Jason Foley and Brad Cameron are worth at least a hundred million dollars each." 

Donny paused or a moment and then he grinned and added; "And then of course there is the lovely and exotic Natasha. Yes, I'm referring to your girlfriend Tonya. During the past two years Martin has had me handle some investments for her. I know that her total assets now approach thirty million dollars."

Kirby stared at him in shock. After a moment he quietly said, "Tonya? I knew that she had some money, but I never realized..." He shook his head. "What could possibly make her want to hang around with someone like me?"

"Because you're a kind and gentle man who cares about her. You're also willing to accept who she is and how she made her money without judging her." Donny put his hand on Kirby's shoulder. "Listen to me, Tonya knows how proud you are and she's terrified that you'll leave her when you find out how much money she actually has. Kirby she's already madly in love with you and she's worried sick that she's going to lose you over this."

"How do you know that?"

"After we left the playhouse we went up to my room. She did a very erotic strip tease for me and then she pulled down my pajama bottoms, took off my cock cage and gave me the world's sweetest blow job." He looked at Kirby. "I hope I'm not upsetting you by telling you that."

Kirby shook his head. "No, it's all right. I kind of assumed something like that was going to happen. I gather that was the special surprise she was talking about."

"Actually it wasn't"

Kirby stared at him with a puzzled expression. "It wasn't?"

"No, it wasn't"

"May I ask what the special surprise was?" I was now very curious.

Donny turned to me and smiled. "Yes Timmy, you may. In fact I'm glad that you want to know. After we finish this conversation about money, it will be a good transition to the other topic that I want to discuss with the two of you tonight." 

He paused for a moment and then he said, "But first let me answer the question that Kirby asked me a minute ago. After Tonya finished giving me that wonderful blow job we sat on my bed and talked for almost an hour. At first we talked about her finances and possible future investment plans. Personal goals are an important part of investment planning, so the conversation quickly shifted to her relationship with you Kirby. Now do you understand why we ended up talking about you?"

Kirby nodded. "Yes sir, I mean Donny. Yes I do, thank you."

Donny looked at Kirby. "You are huge part of Tonya's plans for the future. She's a wonderful woman and Kirby, you seem to be a wonderful man. She already loves you and she's made the decision that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you. Please don't let her wealth come between the two of you.'

"I don't know if I can be a kept man."

Shaking his head, Donny said, "Kirby, she doesn't want you to be a kept man and you wouldn't be a kept man. You have a pension from the navy, correct?"

"Yes."

"And you drive a Lincoln for JTandR, right."

"Yes."

"Does Martin pay you a good income?"

Kirby smiled. "Yes, he's very generous."

"If you were to leave Tonya and live on your own would you be comfortable?"

Laughing, Kirby said; "Yes, I'd be very comfortable. I'm about to start bringing home three times as much money as I've ever earned in my entire life."

"It doesn't sound to me like you'd be a kept man."

"But Tonya's a millionaire."

"Yes and she's worked very hard to amass that fortune. Kirby, how many men do you think she had to have sex with in order to earn that much money?"

"I don't know, a lot I guess."

"Let's think about it. Tonya is forty-two."

"Yes she is."

"And she went to work for JTandR about five years ago, isn't that right."

"That's about right, It was a gradual process. At first she was a call girl that they hired on a regular basis."

Donny nodded and then he said, "Let's say that she started in the business when she was twenty."

"Actually I think she was eighteen."

"Let's be conservative and call it twenty. That means she worked as an escort for about seventeen years. "

Kirby nodded. "Okay."

"How many weeks a year do you think she worked?"

Smiling, Kirby said; "I think she worked all the time."

"Okay, let's say that she worked five days a week for forty-eight weeks a year. Again were being conservative in our estimate." 

Donald paused. I think he was giving us an opportunity to assimilate everything he'd said so far. After a moment he continued. "How many men do you think she saw in a day?"

"She told me that sometimes it was as many as six or seven."

"Why don't we call it four."

Kirby nodded in agreement.

"All right, four men a day, five days a week for forty-eight weeks a year. That means she saw roughly nine hundred and sixty men a year. For ease of computation let's say that she saw a thousand men a year."

Shaking his head, Kirby quietly said, "Seventeen thousand men."

"I'm sure that she had a lot of regular customers so it wasn't seventeen thousand different men. It was probably more like five or six thousand."

"Five or six thousand different men? Are you trying to convince me to stop seeing Tonya?"

"No Kirby, I'm not. What I'm trying to do is help you appreciate just what she had to do to get her thirty million dollars. Kirby this woman worked hard and she was frugal. She didn't spend her money on drugs, designer clothes, fancy cars, big houses or expensive jewelry. She saved it and when she had enough saved she invested it. JTandR bought her the Mercedes. She used to drive a small Chevrolet. She still buys her clothes at T.J. Maxx. She lives in an apartment and she wears department store jewelry. Kirby, it's time for Tonya to start spending her money and she wants to be able to spend it with you."

"But if she starts spending her money, won't she go broke?"

Donny smiled. "Leave that to Martin Jackson, John Reynolds, Wendell Tyler and me. They used to say that the first million was the hardest to make. Now it's more like the first ten million, but she has that. Don't worry Kirby, we'll make sure that you and Tonya never run out of money."

Kirby thought about all of this for a moment and then he turned and looked at me. He didn't say anything. I don't think he knew what to say.

I smiled at him. "Face it Kirb, you've got a rich girlfriend."

Kirby shook his head. "But I don't want a rich girlfriend. I just want Tonya."

Donny chuckled. "Unfortunately Kirby, she comes with the money."

He sighed. "All right, what should I do?"

"first of all you need to reassure her. You need to tell her that you know about her money and that it doesn't make any difference to you. She needs to know that you still want to be with her."

"But then won't she worry that I'm just hanging around with her because of her money?"

"No Kirby, she won't. She recognizes the depth of your character. Above all else she trusts you."

Kirby shrugged. "It doesn't matter, I'll never be able to hang on to her."

Donny stared at him. "What do you mean?

"I'm nothing but a fat old ugly retired navy cook who's arms are covered with tattoos. Tonya is a beautiful, middle aged woman and she's a millionaire. It won't be long before rich playboys and movie stars are flocking around her."

Shaking his head, Donny said; "Kirby, Kirby, Kirby, give Tonya some credit and give yourself some too. You are not just a," He smiled. "How did you just put it? A fat old ugly retired navy cook who's arms are covered with tattoos?"

Kirby nodded.

Donny smiled. "No Kirby, when Tonya looks at you that is not what she sees. She sees a kind and gentle man who knows how to love. That's what Tonya wants and I am certain that she would give up every dollar she's ever made just to be able to spend the rest of her life being loved by a man like you."

Donny paused. He appeared to be thinking about his next words. Finally he said, "Kirby, Tonya's spent her entire adult life having sex with men; old men, young men, fat men, thin men, kind men and I'm sure sometimes crude men. That life has taught her that beauty is not in the face or the abs or the pecs or the butt or even the cock. She's learned that beauty is in the heart. Kirby, you have an enormous heart and it's filled with love. Tonya wants your heart and she doesn't care about anything else. "

For a moment all three of us were silent. I know that I was deeply moved and looking at him I was certain that Kirby was too.

Finally Kirby said; "You told me that I should tell Tonya that I know about her money. Can I tell her that you told me?"

"Yes, that would be fine. Actually I told her that I was going to tell you."

"You did?'

"Yes."

"And she was okay with that?"

"She's worried about how you're going to react, but she realizes that eventually you have to know. She doesn't want any secrets in her relationship with you. Also, you have to know about the money because she wants to be able to spend it with you. That's very important to her."

Kirby slowly nodded. After a moment he asked, "What should I say to her after I tell her that you told me about the money?"

"Kirby, do you love Tonya?"

"Yes, I think I do." He shook his head. "No, I'm sure I do."

"Tell her that and after you tell her that, tell her that it doesn't make any difference to you if she's rich or she's poor, you just want to spend the rest of your life with her." He smiled. "And then hold her. Hold her in your arms."

"Hold her?'

Donny nodded. "Yes, Tonya loves sex, she always will. I'm sure that she loves sex with you, but you can give her something that she wants even more. You can hold her in your arms and make her feel safe and loved."

Kirby smiled. "I can do that."

Donny took a sip of his scotch. I suddenly realized that we'd been so preoccupied with the discussion that both Kirby and I had forgotten to even taste the whisky that we'd been so eager to try earlier in the evening.

I picked up my glass and looked at my friend. He was deep in thought. I set the glass back down and said, "Kirby."

He looked up at me.

"Buddy as soon as we're done talking with Donny you're going to get to go see her. Everything will be okay."

He smiled. "Timmy, Donny just said that Tonya told him that she loves me."

"She did tell me that Kirby."

Kirby grinned. "Timmy, in my entire life I have never been as happy as I am right now."

"Buddy, you have a glass of eighteen year old scotch in front of you. I think that might just be the perfect way to celebrate this moment."

Donny held up his glass. "It's certainly my first choice."

Kirby picked up his glass. I picked up mine too."

Donny held his out and said, "To Tonya, Kelly and Michelle; our beautiful ladies."

We clinked our glasses and each of us took a sip. 

Kirby looked at me. "Timmy, this is pretty good stuff."

I nodded. "Yes it is."

We both took another sip. 

Donny was watching us. As we set our glasses down he said, "I get the impression that the two of you are not used to drinking eighteen year old Chivas."

I smiled at him. "Donny, this is the first time that the either of us has ever tasted eighteen year old Chivas."

"And I gather that you like it."

Kirby chuckled. "Oh yes."

Donny took out a small voice recorder and spoke into it, "Send a case of eighteen year old Chivas Regal to both Kirby Lundquist and Timothy Jamieson in care of JTandR."

He put the voice recorder back in his pocket and said, "Every morning when I get into my office I give the previous days recorder to my secretary, Evelyn and she gives me a blank one. It's a very efficient way to relay instructions and information to her."

Kirby shook his head. "Donny, a case of that scotch costs a lot of money. It's a nice gesture, but it isn't necessary."

"Kirby, a lot of money is a relative term. From now on, every time I pour a glass of this whisky for myself, I'll think about the two of you and hope that your both pouring one for yourselves at the same time." He laughed. "Besides, you both work for JTandR. Evelyn will just put it down as a business expense."

I smiled. "Donny thank you very much. It will be appreciated and I guarantee you that every time either one of us pours a glass, we will think of you."

He grinned. "Timmy, that will make it worth every penny that I paid for it."

I took another sip of the whisky. After I set down my glass I looked at Donny and said, "Okay, I think it's time for you to tell us about that special surprise you were supposed to get from Tonya."

Donny nodded. "Yes it is."

Donny stared at his drink for a moment and then he took a deep breath and said, "I'm a submissive cuckold. I don't think that statement comes as a big shock to either of you. You both saw what Tonya was doing with me this afternoon and evening and you both also heard my three friends talk about their relationship with my wife."

Kirby and I both nodded. 

Kirby said, "This afternoon I was on the other side of the swimming pool, so I don't think I heard as much as Timmy did. I did overhear enough to know that your friends have sex with your wife and you enjoy watching them."

"While I do enjoy watching, getting to do it is a rare treat for me. When my wife is entertaining other men I'm occasionally allowed be around them while they're socializing in our living room, but once Michelle and her lover are ready to move to the master bedroom I generally have to retire to my little boy's bedroom where I lie in my single bed and listen to them through the open doors." 

He smiled. "When she's having a good time Michelle can be quite vocal."

Kirby and I both grinned.

Donny shook his head. "You cannot imagine how nice it is to be able to talk about this with two other men without getting expressions of shock, pity or disdain as a response. Tyler, Brad and Jason are my friends. They try to understand, but you heard them this afternoon. They don't get it. They go along with it because I'm their friend" He chuckled. "And of course, because they get to fuck my wife. Michelle is a very attractive woman and wildly uninhibited in bed."

All three of us laughed. 

After a moment I said, "Angela..."

Donny interjected, "You mean Mandy."

I nodded; "Yes, Mandy. Mandy is a submissive."

"I gathered that from the show that Keisha and your wife put on with her in the playhouse this evening."

I smiled. "Actually that show surprised me. When she's working, Mandy generally uses the name Mitzi. Just before your group arrived Kelly informed me that I was supposed to address Mandy as Angela rather than Mitzi because she was going to be taking the role of a superior for this party."

Donny slowly nodded his head. "I find that very interesting."

"Why is that?"

My wife tells me that when she and Jason are having a private party he can be extremely dominant with her. Michelle is a natural superior and always takes a dominant role with me, but with the right man she occasionally enjoys being submissive. I suspect that Martin, John and Wendell were trying to be discreet about the games that Jason and Mandy might be playing in the privacy of Jason's bedroom."

I shook my head. "But if that's the case, why make Mandy a submissive in the sex show?"

"For Jason's benefit. I'm sure he found it very erotic. Actually it was obvious that all three men were aroused by the performance, but I'm quite certain that Jason was the only one who picked up the message that the women were sending."

Kirby looked at Donny. "Are you suggesting that Tyler and Brad are a little slow?"

Donny laughed. "Not at all. I just think that because of Jason's sexual tastes he's a little more tuned into that particular message. In an atmosphere charged with sexual excitement most men tend to become a bit obtuse."

I said, "The three of us picked it up."

Kirby was nodding. Apparently the same thought had occurred to him. 

Donny answered, "Yes but we're aroused by dominant submissive sex games. All three of us are very sensitive to the message that was being sent."

I smiled. I was beginning to understand how Donald Kline had become a billionaire. He had a very keen understanding of human nature.

Donald took a sip of his whisky. Kirby and I both followed his lead. As we set our glasses down he looked at me and said, "Earlier you were going to tell us something about Mandy. What was it?"

"Yes I was. As we've already established, Mandy is a submissive. She is a much more experienced submissive than either Kirby or me. When you were mentioning that Brad, Jason and Tyler didn't understand your inclinations, I remembered one of Mandy's favorite comments."

"What is it."

"Only another masochistic submissive can understand the thrill and pleasure we get from being dominated, humiliated and abused."

Donald laughed. "And that my new friends is the second reason I wanted to meet and talk with you tonight."

Kirby looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Kirby, of course the primary reason that I asked to meet with the two of you was to try to help you understand and accept the fact that Tonya is wealthy. Tonya requested that I include Timmy in that discussion. She knows that you're close friends and she thought that his advice and support might be very helpful for you."

Kirby and I both nodded.

"I was happy to include Timmy because I had an ulterior motive."

"What was it?" I was now very curious.

"The two of you are the first submissive cuckolds that I've ever met. Because of my standing in the financial community, Michelle and I try to be discreet about our sexual inclinations. Tyler Greer, Brad Cameron, Jason Foley, two of Michelle's favorite boyfriends, her girlfriend and of course everyone here at Evergreen are the only people who know the true nature of our relationship. The rest of the lovers that Michelle entertains and all of her friends believe that we simply have an open marriage. That explanation seems to be much more palatable to most people and it still allows Michelle to openly date other men."

Kirby shook his head. "Don't your wife's lovers think it's weird when they see you in your little boys bedroom?"

I added, "Or serving them drinks and dinner and acting like a slave?"

"Our master bedroom is at the top of the stairs. My little boys bedroom is next door. Tyler, Brad, Jason, the two boyfriends and Michelle's girlfriend are the only people who are allowed to go beyond the door to the master bedroom." He smiled. "As I said earlier, Michelle is a beautiful woman. When she's taking a man to our master bedroom for sex he has little interest in exploring the rest of the house. As to serving drinks and acting like a slave, I only do that with Tyler, Brad, Jason, the two boyfriends and Michelle's girlfriend."




Courtesan Ch. 43



Kirby asked. "You're a billionaire. You must have household servants."

Donny shook his head. "Not like a butler or a maid. Both Michelle and I enjoy our privacy. Neither of us has any interest in having live in servants. We do have a cleaning service that comes in every day. Obviously they know about my little boys bedroom, but they've never asked about it and we don't offer any explanations. We also have a cook who goes home every night. I'm actually a pretty good amateur chef and I enjoy finishing and serving a dinner. On evenings when I'm going to be a slave we send her home as soon as most of the food preparations have been completed. I'm sure she suspects that we engage in some very kinky sex games; but we don't throw it in her face and we pay her extremely well, so she never asks any questions."

Kirby nodded. He was obviously satisfied by Donny's explanation. So was I.

Donny smiled. "We do have a dungeon play room in our basement. It's very similar to Tonya's play room in the basement of this house."

Kirby and I both looked at him and shrugged. I said, "Neither of us have ever seen it."

"That's right, I forgot, this is your first visit to Evergreen." He grinned at us. "Let's just say that our room at home and the room in the basement here were both designed and equipped to entertain an a sadist and her masochistic plaything."

Across from me I heard Kirby gasp. I remembered his fantasy about being whipped by a large breasted woman dressed in black latex.

Donny also heard Kirby's gasp. I doubted that Tonya had told him about Kirby's fantasy, but it was clear that he'd noticed that the idea of spending time in a dungeon with a sadistic woman excited Kirby. After giving Kirby a quick wink he said, "I'm sure that Tonya would love to give you a private tour of her playroom."

Kirby gasped again.

Donny flashed him a quick smile and then he continued. "Anyway, the door to Michelle's playroom is always kept locked and I'm required to clean it. Michelle and I are the only two people who ever go into the room." Suddenly he stopped and shook his head. "No that's not true. Occasionally Michelle's girlfriend will join us in the room so that she can watch."

I looked at Donny. "Is Michelle bisexual?"

He laughed. "My wife enjoys sex. Men are her preference, but she loves playing with Tammy."

Kirby said, "Tammy, that's your wife's girlfriend's name?"

"Yes."

I asked, "Is Tammy submissive?"

Donny shook his head. "No, not at all. She and Michelle view each other as equals and Tammy is very dominant with me."

Donny paused. He thought for a moment and then he said, "I'm sorry, I think I just gave you the wrong impression. Michelle and Tammy are best friends, but they're not really what you would call lesbian lovers. I don't think they ever make love to each other in private. They're just two kindred spirits who are totally uninhibited about sex. They go clubbing together and they love to double date. When they do have sex with each other it's either as part of a domination game with me or a group scene with one or two or sometimes even three or four men." 

He smiled. "This evening, if they had been in the playhouse when Kelly, Keisha and Mandy were putting on their sex show, they both would have jumped right in. They wouldn't have done it because they wanted to be part of a lesbian sex orgy. They would have done it because performing for Jason, Brad and Tyler would have excited them."

I chuckled. "I think that Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and my wife could easily become very good friends with Tammy and your wife."

Donny nodded. "They certainly do seem to have a lot in common."

All three of us took another sip of our scotch. After we set our glasses down Donny said, "Anyway, I wanted to meet with you because this is the first chance I've ever had to actually talk to another submissive cuckold. Now I'm talking to two of them." 

He smiled. "And it's wonderful. When I just told you about my relationship with Michelle neither of you looked at me with dismay, pity or disgust. You both understood. I cannot begin to describe how refreshing that is."

Shaking his head, Donny continued; "There are too many people in this world that want to vilify anyone who's different than they are. My wife likes to fuck lots of different men and I get excited when she does it. So what? We're not hurting anyone. Why should anyone care about what we do.?"

Kirby nodded. "You're right, what consenting adult's do in private is nobody else's business."

I picked up my glass of whisky and held it out. "May the intolerant, small minded chauvinists of this world suddenly wake up and realize that being different is not a sin, it's just an alternative way to live your life."

Kirby and Donny smiled and picked up their whiskys. As we clinked our glasses together I said, "To tolerance and understanding." 

They both responded by saying, "Hear! Hear!" And then we drank.

After we set our glasses down Donny looked at both of us and said, "So fellow submissives, enough about the ignorant fools of our world, lets learn a little bit about each other." Turning to me he asked, "Timmy when did you first begin to realize that you were a submissive?"

I stared at Donny. His question caught me off guard. After a moment I said, "I'm not sure, I'll have to think about it for a minute."

Donny turned to Kirby. "I'm asking you the same question and while your thinking about your answers, I'll give you mine."

Kirby smiled. "Fair enough."

I nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Donny thought for a moment and then he said, "My epiphany occurred the summer after my Sophomore year at Harvard."

Kirby laughed. "You're not only a billionaire, you also went to Harvard?"

Donny shrugged. "Yeah Kirb, I did."

Kirby shook his head. "Donny my friend, you're turning out to be a whole lot of firsts for me."

Laughing, Donny said; "Well Kirb, if it makes you feel any better, you're the first navy cook that I've ever met."

Kirby thought about that for a moment and then he smiled and said, "Yeah, that's cool."

"All right, like I just said, I first realized it the summer after my sophomore year in college. My roommate, Eugene and I wanted to see the country, so we decided to take a driving trip from Boston to L.A.. We didn't have very much money, so when we got to Las Vegas we stayed downtown in one of the older casino hotels. That night we went out casino hopping. While we were on the street an older woman walked up to us and shoved a small newspaper into each of our hands. It turned out to be an advertising flyer for escort services. Prostitution is illegal in Las Vegas, so all the adds were supposedly for dancers who would come to your room and give you a private show."

He smiled, "Neither Eugene nor I had enough money to be able to even consider buying a prostitute, but the flyers were filled with pictures of attractive, nearly naked young women so we both kept them."

Kirby laughed. "One the things I learned in the navy was never throw away free porn."

Donny nodded. "Exactly."

He paused for a moment to regain his train of thought and then he said; "When we got back to our room both of us took out our flyers and started looking through them. When I turned to the third page, a picture of a dark haired, large breasted woman who appeared to be in her mid thirties immediately caught my eye. Dressed in nothing but a black leather brassiere, a g string and a pair of thigh high black leather boots, she was menacingly cracking a bull whip over her head with her right hand and pointing at me with her left index finger. In bold, old English script, the command SUBMIT! followed by an exclamation point was written across the top of the picture. The bottom of the picture carried the message, I will teach you to obey. Call Mistress Diana and then it gave a telephone number."

Donny shook his head. "When I saw that picture my entire body started to shiver with excitement. I didn't want Eugene to think I was a pervert so I tried to pretend that I was looking at a different part of the page, but out of the corner of my eye I kept staring at that picture. After Eugene went to sleep I slipped into the bathroom and masturbated. For the rest of the trip that picture fueled countless fantasies that all involved me groveling at my goddess Diana's feet while she flailed me with that wicked bull whip"

I glanced at Kirby. He was clearly captivated by Donny's story.

"As soon as we got back to Boston I started to research sexual domination. This was twenty years ago. The Internet was just beginning to evolve into it's modern form. Most of my early exploration had to be done in the Harvard library and centered on classic literature. I quickly found "The Story of O" and the works of the Marquis De Sade, but those were mostly stories about male domination. I wanted stories featuring dominant females. I was beginning to think that novels and short stories about submissive men and dominant women didn't exist and then I found "Venus In Furs" by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch. Reviews and critiques of that book led me to other writers and suddenly I had a wealth of femdom stories."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "I didn't think colleges had dirty books in their libraries."

Donny laughed. "As long as your refer to them as erotica, they're perfectly permissible."

Kirby grinned at him. "When I was in the navy I had a large collection of erotica." Smiling at Kirby, Donny asked; "Were there any stories about submissive men and dominant women in that collection?"

"Kind of, I mean this gets right to the heart of your question about when we first realized that we were submissives."

"Good, tell us about it."

"I joined the navy when I was eighteen. I was fresh out of high school." Kirby chuckled. "Earlier we were talking about people who are intolerant of anyone who thinks differently than they do."

Donny and I both nodded.

"Well let me tell you, high school is a hot bed of intolerance, but a navy ship is ten times worse." Kirby shook his head. "Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of bright, open minded people on a navy ship. Unfortunately there are also a number of ignorant, loud mouthed, neanderthals who are eager to condemn anyone who advocates any sexual behavior that falls outside the narrow limits of their own personal attitudes about what is acceptable conduct for a real man. Anyone who dared to believe differently than they did, was a fag, a pussy or a wimp and anyone who dared to challenge their stilted opinions was assailed with a torrent of catcalls, epithets and verbal abuse."

Kirby looked at both of us. "That was the environment in which I formed my beliefs and attitudes about what constituted appropriate sexual behavior for a real man. Please keep that in mind while I try to answer this question."

Donny smiled. "I understand, it wasn't exactly the open minded free thinking atmosphere of a college or university."

"It certainly wasn't." Kirby paused. He appeared to be thinking. After a moment he said, "I guess I had two..."He looked at Donny. "You referred to your revelation as an epiphany, correct?"

Donny nodded. "Yes, it means a revealing scene of momentary..."

Kirby held up his hand. "I know what it means."

"I'm sorry Kirb, I wasn't trying to suggest..." Stopping himself in mid sentence, Donny shook his head, threw up his arms in exasperation and exclaimed; "Aw shit, I'm doing it again. Please forgive me Kirb. Sometimes I can be an insufferable know it all. I didn't mean to offend you."

Kirby laughed. "Don't worry Donny, it takes a lot more than that to offend me and if your worst fault is being a know it all, then you're a pretty good guy."

"Thanks Kirb." Donny smiled. "I think my first wife would tell you that being a know it all was the least of my faults."

"May I ask why you did get divorced?" 

Kirby looked at me. "Timmy that's a very personal question."

Donny shrugged. "Thanks Kirb, I appreciate your concern, but we're already talking about some pretty sensitive issues. I don't think Timmy's question is at all out of line." He turned to me. "Timmy, Claire and I got married for all the right reasons and all of the wrong reasons."

I chuckled. "That's an interesting statement."

"Claire was bright, very attractive and fun. She graduated magna cum laude from Harvard University and went on to finish near the top of her class at Harvard Law school. I was a financial whiz kid who was destined to make a fortune. She was an up and coming star in the world of corporate law. We were the perfect match." 

He sighed. "That is until we got into the boudoir. I wanted Claire to be as assertive in bed as she was at the conference table. Claire wanted to be dominant every where but the bedroom. Once she took her clothes off she was almost as submissive as I was. When I suggested that it would be all right with me if she took a lover, she went ballistic. She argued that if I wanted to share her with another man, I couldn't possibly love her."

Smiling, Donny said, "Ironically, we finally got divorced because I found out she was having a secret affair with another attorney. Her boyfriend was a six foot five inch stud who'd played tight end for Ohio State University. If she'd just told me about it, it would have been fine; but she had to keep it a secret and that made it cheating."

In voice laden with regret Donny said; "Except for the bedroom, we were a perfect match. Sadly, the bedroom was such a disaster that it ended up tainting our feelings for each other everywhere else. Claire lost all of her respect for me and I lost all of my trust in her. We ended up hating each other."

Donny looked at Kirby and me. "If a man wants to be a submissive cuckold, he damned well better make sure that he marries the right woman."

I said, "I gather that you didn't make that same mistake with Michelle."

Donny grinned. "No I didn't. When it comes to sex, Michelle and I are a perfect match."

"How about outside the bedroom?"

Kirby gave me a dirty look. He obviously thought I was pushing too hard.

Donny noticed and smiled at him. "It's all right Kirb. Timmy's asking good questions and I want to try to answer them." 

Turning back to me, he said; "Michelle is not the professional superstar that Claire was, but she's bright. well educated and most of all she likes me. Timmy, Michelle and I are very close friends. Being in love with your spouse is important, but..."

Suddenly he stopped and started laughing. "Don't get the wrong idea, I am absolutely certain that Michelle loves me; but I also know that she likes me and I think that's even more important. Timmy, loving your husband or your wife is nice, but it doesn't mean a damn thing if you don't like each other. Michelle is my best friend and I feel very confident that I'm her best friend. That's what really matters. I don't think Claire and I ever actually liked each other."

That made me think about Kelly and me. We had become best friends long before we realized that we were in love with each other. I remembered all the wonderful nights that we'd spent together reading stories and poems that we'd written, doing the New York Times Crossword Puzzle or even just watching a stupid comedy on television. We liked each other. We enjoyed each others company. As I thought about that, I realized why the gradual estrangement that had occurred between us over the past year had been so painful. We weren't just losing our love, we were both losing our best friend.

I looked at Donny and said, "That makes a lot of sense to me."

Donny nodded and then he turned to Kirby. "You were telling us about your epiphany."

Kirby smiled. "Actually I had two of them."

Donny raised his eyebrows. "Two?"

"That's right. The first one occurred when I was twenty-one. I was browsing through a book shop that specialized in erotica. Of course in the navy we referred to erotica as fuck books and the shops that sell them as dirty book stores." Kirby was grinning. 

Donny and I both laughed. As I got to know him, I was learning that my good friend had a wry sense of humor.

"As I wandered through the store I happened across a small section of books and magazines featuring pictures and stories about dominant women. Many of the magazines had drawings or photographs of buxom females wearing leather or latex outfits and wielding whips. At first I was fascinated. I'd never before seen anything like that. The magazines were all wrapped in plastic. I picked some of them up so that I could look at the backs. Suddenly I realized that I was very aroused. This embarrassed me and made me feel ashamed. I may have been a naive twenty-one year old kid, but I was smart enough to understand that those macho guys on board the ship would call anyone who was excited by pictures and stories like these a wimp or a fairy."

Kirby smiled. "I quickly put down the magazine I'd been looking at and hurried out of that section. Unfortunately I couldn't get the pictures and stories out of my mind. I found myself being repeatedly being drawn back to that accursed section. I tried to resist the temptation, but it was almost like those exotic latex clad women in the magazines were beckoning to me like the sirens in Homer's Odyssey. Each time I returned I would try to surreptitiously examine as many of the books and magazines as I possibly could before my shame once again overwhelmed me and forced me to beat a hasty retreat."

Shaking his head, Kirby said, "The magazines were too big, I knew I could never hide one of them on the ship. On the other hand, I was quite certain that I could keep one of paper back books safely concealed. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wanted one. I tried to convince myself that I was only going to do it so that I could learn more about this strange new aberration, but I was only kidding myself. In my heart, I already knew that the idea of being whipped by a beautiful latex clad dominatrix was an unbelievably exciting fantasy for me."

I looked at Kirby. "Did you do it? Did you buy one?"

My buddy chuckled. "It was difficult. Just the idea of handing one of those books to the man at the checkout counter was both scary and incredibly embarrassing. For several minutes I wandered around the store trying to resist the temptation. My better judgment was screaming at me to get out of that store and forget about this wicked fascination, but I couldn't tear myself away. Finally I succumbed."

Kirby looked at both of us. "I came up with a plan. I selected six mainstream fuck books and then trying to be as nonchalant as possible I crept back to that shameful section. I quickly selected one of the forbidden books and slipped it into the middle of my stack of mainstream paperbacks. Next I waited until there was no one waiting to check out and then with my money ready I hurriedly walked over and set my stack of books on the counter. I thought the clerk was going to take all day. He held up each book while he searched for the price and then keyed the amount into the cash register. When he held up my special book I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, but he didn't even look up at me. Apparently I wasn't the first customer to buy one of those books. After I paid him I felt an enormous sense of relief when he finally put the books into a brown paper sack and I was absolutely giddy as I left the store carrying my special treasure."

I asked, "Do you remember the name of the book?"

"I'll never forget it. It was called,The Latex Goddess."

I grinned at my friend. "Whew! I'll bet it was hot."

Vigorously nodding his head, Kirby said; "It was."

Donny chuckled and asked; "What did you do next?"

"I went to a bar. I needed a beer and I was hungry, but before I sat down in one of the booths I went into the men's room and tore the cover off of the book. It pained me to have to throw away the picture of my latex goddess, but I knew that I had to do it. It was the only way I had a chance to keep the subject of the book a secret and that was essential. The abuse I would have had to endure if any of those sanctimonious assholes on the ship had found it would have been unbearable. It also allowed me to sit in my booth in that bar and read the book while I ate my hamburger and drank my beer."




Courtesan Ch. 43



Donny looked at Kirby. "Did you ever buy more books like that one?" 

Kirby sighed. "A few, but not very many."

"Why not?"

"Mostly because I believed that the more books I had the more likely it was that one of the other crew members would find one of them." He paused for a moment and then he added, "But there was another reason."

"What was it?"

"You remember my description of the attitude of intolerance that prevailed among the crew on board my ship."

Donny and I both nodded.

"When you keep hearing the same narrow minded opinions day after day, it's hard to keep from eventually believing them. I tried so hard to resist the temptation of my special books. When I did succumb I enjoyed them, but later I always felt like a pervert."

He smiled. "It wasn't until my second epiphany that I was actually able to enjoy my fantasies."

Donny said, "Tell us about your second epiphany."

Kirby grinned. "I met a group of wonderful people. One of them is sitting across from me right now. Another one of them was your mistress for the evening and then of course there is Elvira, wonderful wonderful Elvira. These new friends and several others have taught me that there is absolutely nothing wrong with my fantasies. They may be different than the fantasies other people enjoy, but that's all they are. They're not better, they're not worse; they're just different."

"This has been an excellent day for me. It started with eighteen holes of golf on an outstanding golf course with good friends. After that I was brought to this beautiful mansion where I spent an unbelievable afternoon and evening playing out my kinkiest fantasies with a wildly exciting woman." Donny smiled. "But believe it or not, the high point of the day has been this conversation. I cannot begin to describe how personally gratifying it is to talk with two people who understand."

He looked at me. "Timmy, we've heard my story and we've heard Kirby's. Now it's time to hear yours." 

I nodded. "All right."

I thought for a moment. I knew what I wanted to say, but I was looking for the right words to get me started. Finally I took a deep breath and said, "I don't think I ever really had an epiphany, at least not in the truest sense. There was never a clear moment of revelation. For me it was more of a gradual realization."

I paused and looked at Donny and Kirby. "I suppose the first glimmer of recognition came the day Kelly and I made love for the very first time. We had been studying together in her dorm room. I was a scrawny little wimp who by some strange quirk of fate had ended up hanging around with the hottest girl on the campus. In the few short weeks since we'd met we'd already become inseparable best friends, but that was all that we were. Kelly was dating lots of guys and they were all rich frat boys or macho jocks. She also had a reputation around the campus for being easy. I'd even heard rumors that some of the frat boys called her the blow job queen of Kelroy College.'

I smiled. "On the other hand, our relationship was totally platonic. We hadn't even kissed. Even though we'd spent hours studying together on her bed, I'd never dared to try anything. Why would I? Kelly was way out of my league. The problem was, I was falling in love with her and the campus rumors were starting to bother me. I decided that I had to ask her about them. When I did, she freely admitted that they were all true. She didn't apologize, she just told me that she loved sex. And then she completely amazed me. She kissed me and after she kissed me she gave me a blow job. It's needless to say that it didn't take her long to make me cum. After that, we took off our clothes. Kelly let me play with her breasts for a little while and then she spread her legs and asked me to eat her pussy."

Grinning at Kirby and Donny, I said; "It was a dream come true. It really was. After Kelly and I became friends I'd actually lay in bed every night before I fell asleep and dream about kissing her beautiful cunt."

I laughed. "I suppose that should have been my first indication that I was a submissive. Most guys would have been dreaming about getting a blow job from her, or playing with her large breasts or fucking her. I was dreaming about licking her pussy."

Kirby and Donny both smiled at me.

"Anyway, I kissed her and licked her and sucked on her clit. I loved every wonderful minute that I had my face buried between her gorgeous thighs. Kelly had an orgasm. After she was done cumming she told me that very few guys were able to get her off. That made me feel proud. I was very happy, but then she said something else. She told me that I was now her favorite lover." 

I shook my head. "I suppose that should have made me even happier, but it didn't. I immediately understood the implication of the words, favorite lover and felt sad. Kelly noticed my somber expression and asked me what was wrong. I explained that if I was her favorite lover it would mean that I wouldn't be her only lover. She also immediately understood. Kelly put her arms around me. While she held me she whispered that she was falling in love with me and that I was the only boy who had her heart, but then she also told me that she loved sex and before she finally settled down she wanted to experience as many men as she possibly could."

I smiled at Donny and Kirby. "I understood what she was saying and it actually made sense to me."

They both nodded.

"I was already beginning to accept the situation, but Kelly didn't realize it. In an attempt to make me feel better she pointed out that I'd also be free to date other girls. That made me smile. I explained to her that I wasn't exactly in danger of being overwhelmed by a crowd of girls fighting for the opportunity to go to bed with me. Kelly giggled and then she told me that once the other girls on her floor heard about how good I was at eating pussy I was going to be inundated with offers."

I paused for a moment and then I looked at Kirby and Donny and said, "I guess maybe I did have a real epiphany and it occurred at that moment. While Kelly was busy trying to reassure me I suddenly realized that the idea of having a girlfriend who freely dated other guys while I remained absolutely faithful to her excited me. I smiled at Kelly, but she didn't pick up the change in my mood. She just kept trying to comfort me. It was clear that she was very worried that her desire to continue dating other guys might result in the death of our relationship. Now it was my turn to reassure her. I put my arms around Kelly and gently kissed her on the lips. After I kissed her I whispered to her that it was all right. She could date as many guys as she wanted. Kelly looked at me and smiled and then she kissed me. After she kissed me I took a deep breath and then I told her that I while she was dating other guys, I promised to be her ever faithful boyfriend."

"When she heard me say that Kelly sat up and looked at me with a puzzled expression. She told me that I didn't have to make that promise. I explained to her that I understood that, but I wanted to make the promise anyway. Kelly stared into my eyes. Slowly her puzzled expression changed to one of comprehension. I think at that moment Kelly had an epiphany of her own. She smiled and then she kissed me hard on the lips and exclaimed that that was the hottest thing she'd ever heard in her entire life. And then she lay back on her pillows, spread her legs and asked me..." I stopped and shook my head. "No she didn't ask me, she ordered me to eat her pussy and give her pleasure."

I grinned at Kirby and Donny. "Of course I eagerly complied."

All three of us laughed and then I said; "Neither Kelly nor I knew the words yet. We certainly hadn't even begun to comprehend the nature of the roles we would eventually assume in our relationship. That would all come later; but now that I think about it, that was the moment that I became Kelly's submissive cuckold."

Donny smiled. "Timmy, I envy you."

Looking at Donny with a curious expression, I said; "Really? Tell me why."

"You and Kelly had the privilege of growing into this lifestyle together. That must have been wonderfully exciting."

"It was. We explored the Internet together and talked about everything we saw and read. I wrote stories and Kelly wrote some wildly erotic poetry."

"Do you still have the stories and the poetry?"

"Of course I do."

"Would you consider allowing me to read some of them?"

Kirby shook his head. "I've been asking him that for the past week."

I turned to Kirby and smiled. "Sorry Kirb, the last several days have been a little busy."

He laughed. "They certainly have."

"I promise that as soon as we get home I'll make copies and give them to you."

Kirby smiled.

Turning back to Donny, I said; "I'll make copies for you too. I'm sure Mr. Jackson has your address."

Donny nodded. "He does."

"I'll have to ask Kelly for permission to send you her poetry."

"I understand. I also understand that she barely knows me, so I won't be at all offended if she refuses."

"I'd be very surprised if that was her response. Kelly loves to share her poetry."

"Could you ask her for me too?"

I smiled, "Yeah Kirb, I will. I think Tonya, Mandy, Keisha, Antoine and Ellie might like to read it too. Some of it's pretty hot."

Donny looked at his watch. "Gentlemen, it's almost midnight. I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I'd better get to bed fairly soon." 

Kirby and I both nodded.

"I've enjoyed this conversation and I really would like to become friends with the two of you, so I have a proposition. I have a summer cottage on Cape Cod." Donny chuckled. "That's not really an accurate description. It has eleven bedrooms and sixteen fireplaces." 

Chuckling, Kirby said; "You got that right. Calling a house with eleven bedrooms a cottage is a little like calling the battle ship Missouri a rowboat."

All three of us laughed.

After a moment Donny continued. "The house is on a hill overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and it's very peaceful there during the winter. I'd like to invite you to join Michelle and me there for the New Year's holiday. The three of us will be the slaves. Tonya and Kelly could both bring dates or we could invite Tyler, Brad or Jason. I think it would be fun to spend several days serving our wives and their men."

Kirby and I looked at each other and smiled. 

Turning back to Donny, I asked; "I don't mean to be pushy, but since it's such a big house would you mind if we brought a few extra people?"

"Who do you have in mind?"

"Mandy would be fun and she'd be another slave."

Donny nodded. "Having a female slave with us would be fun, but doesn't she have a thing going with Martin? I wouldn't want to do anything to offend him."

"Why don't you invite him. He's very dominant and I think he'd love the situation. If he can't make it, Kelly and I sort of take care of Mandy for him when he's busy. I'm sure he wouldn't be at all upset if we brought her along as an extra slave."

Smiling, Donny said; "I like Martin and I trust him. If he can make it, he would be an excellent addition. If he can't get away and you don't think it would be a problem for him, I'd love to have Mandy there. Is there anyone else we should invite?"

I laughed. "Oh yes."

Donny grinned. "This is getting interesting. Who?"

"Keisha and her boyfriend, Antoine; he works as a host for JtandR. He's a tall, very handsome young black man. Right now he's in San Francisco entertaining a female client for the firm."

"A tall, handsome young black man, does he have a big cock?"

"At least ten inches."

"Does Keisha ever let him play around when he's not working?"

"All the time, but if he starts playing with your wife, Keisha's going to want equal time with Michelle's date."

Donny laughed. "I don't think that will be a problem. Who else would you like to include."

Kirby said, "Could we invite Ellie?"

"Kirb, If Elvira is going to be invited we'd better ask for an invitation for Wendell Tyler too."

"Wendell is one of my good friends. I'd love to have both of them there. Is there anyone else?"

"You said that Kelly and Tonya could bring a date, correct?"

"Yes, of course."

"Kelly has a boyfriend. Because her work schedule is so demanding, she feels guilty about spending very much time with him. When she's with Chris she worries that she's neglecting me. This would be a wonderful opportunity for her to spend a little guilt free time with him."

Kirby shook his head. "Tonya doesn't have a boyfriend and I'm not sure that she's going to be very excited about spending several days with a blind date."

"Kirb, let's ask her and Martin if they'd like to pair up. They're good friends and they're both dominants. They could have a lot of fun together."

"Timmy, that's a very good idea." Donny paused for a moment and then he said, "If we invite Martin and Wendell, then we'd better also invite John Reynolds. Would that be all right with the two of you?"

I shrugged. "Donny it's your house and your party."

"Yes, but the two of you are key players."

I smiled. "It's nice of you to say that. Anyway, I don't think it's a problem. Kirby and I both just met Mr. Reynolds, but my first impression is that he seems like a very nice guy."

I glanced at Kirby. He nodded in agreement.

Turning back to Donny I said, "Do you think he'd enjoy this kind of party?"

Donny grinned. "Oh yes, John is very adventurous. He'd love a party like this." He paused for a moment and then he said; "He will need a date. He and Martin both work so hard that they barely have any personal life at all." Suddenly he laughed. "Actually this works out perfectly. As soon as I tell Michelle about this party she's going to insist that we include Tammy. I like Tammy, I like her a lot. I really would like to be able to include her and she'd make a wonderful date for John Reynolds."

Kirby said, "Do you think they'll mind being fixed up with each other?"

Donny shook his head. "I don't think that will be a problem. Tammy is a a gorgeous thirty-six year old brunette with large breasts who loves to fuck. She's also the vice president in charge of customer relations for a major insurance company. She's a bright woman who knows how to hold up her end of a conversation. John, is a handsome, unattached billionaire with an open attitude about sex. Tammy is going to be extremely eager to meet him."

Laughing, Kirby said; "I guess I don't have to worry." 

Donny smiled and then he looked at both Kirby and me and asked, "Is the guest list complete?"

Kirby and I looked at each other and nodded. 

Standing up, Donny said; "I hate to say this, but I think it's time for me to call it a night and go to bed."

Kirby and I both stood up. 

Donny said, "Tyler, Brad and Jason aren't going to be on the guest list, so please don't say anything about the party until after we're gone." He thought for a second and then he added. "I'll call Martin, John and Wendell after I get back to Boston and extend a personal invitation to all three of them. After that's done I'll get in touch with you and we can discuss how to proceed."

He took out a small pad of paper and tore off three pieces. After writing the same telephone number on two of them he handed his pen and the third piece of paper to me. "Timmy, write down your cell phone number and then give the paper to Kirby so he can add his."

While we were doing that Donny handed the other two slips of paper to Kirby and me. "This is my personal cell phone number. Feel free to call me anytime."

While Kirby was writing down his cell phone number I said, "What if we call at the wrong time and disturb you while you're in an important meeting?"

"That's not a problem. If I'm in a situation where I don't want to be disturbed I turn off my cell phone. Your call will go directly to my personal secretary. She'll know who you are and she'll make sure that I get your message."

Kirby handed him the slip of paper. 

Donny extended his hand and said, "Gentlemen it was a pleasure."

Kirby and I both shook his hand. 

As Donny was about to leave I said, "You never told us about your special treat."

Donny laughed. "That's right, I didn't."

"What was it?"

"Michelle told Tonya that it would be okay if she let me fuck her tonight."

Kirby looked at him. "I'm sure you understand that I think Tonya is an incredibly beautiful woman, but you're a billionaire. You can have any woman you want. Why would that be a special treat?"

Donny smiled. "I have only been allowed to fuck Michelle one time. That was the night we got married. As soon as I was finished one of her boyfriends came into the room and took my place. I was required to kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while he and Michelle enjoyed each other for the rest of the night. Since then one of my wife's favorite taunts has been that my pathetic penis will never again be allowed to feel the inside of her pussy. Michelle really does love me. Tonight she was trying to give me an opportunity to enjoy the sensation of having intercourse with a woman without destroying our little game."

I asked, "Did you do it?"

Donny shook his head. "No, I'm too much of a masochist. The excitement I get from having to endure the anguish of knowing that I'll never again be allowed to experience that particular pleasure is much more important to me than the short term gratification that I'd get from a one night fuck."

Kirby smiled. "Donny you are indeed a masochist."

"Yes Kirb, I am." He gave both of us a nod and then he said, "Gentlemen, on that note, I bid you good night."

As our new friend turned and walked out the door, Kirby and I both said; "Good night Donny." 



Courtesan Ch. 44



This is the forty-fourth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-three episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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As soon as Donny was gone I turned to Kirby and said, "I'll bet Tonya's in the back dining room."

"Let's go find her." He rushed through the door that led into the kitchen. I followed right behind him. 

The kitchen was deserted. We quickly crossed it and walked through the door to the back dining room. It was still crowded and filled with the sounds of laughter and boisterous conversation. Edward, Nathan, Maurice, Doris, Ben, Florence, Cassie and Elvira were all still seated at the table. Mr. Tyler, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Reynolds had returned and were once again sitting with them. Tonya was now also there. She was seated between Elvira and Florence.

As soon as he noticed our presence John Reynolds stood up and started to say something, but then out of the corner of his eye he saw that Tonya was also standing. Once he realized that Kirby and Tonya were staring at each other he discreetly stepped back from the table and waited. 

Kirby had taken two steps into the room before he found Tonya sitting at the table. The moment he saw her he froze.

The noisy room had suddenly become very quiet. Everyone's attention was now focused on Tonya and Kirby. We all anxiously watched as they silently stared at each other. I got the distinct impression that everyone knew what was happening.

After a moment Tonya said, "Kirb, did Donny tell you?"

Kirby nodded. "Yes he did."

"Are we still okay?"

Kirby smiled at her. "Tonnie, I don't give a damn if you're rich or you're poor. The money doesn't make any difference to me. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

When she heard that Tonya smiled. So did everyone else in the room.

After taking a deep breath Kirby continued. "I'm not sure why you want to hang around with a fat old retired navy cook, but apparently you do. So Tonya, I'm going to go out on a limb and ask you, Will you marry me?"

Tonya stared at Kirby for a moment and then she said, "Kirby Lundquist, you may be a fat old retired navy cook, but you are definitely the sweetest fat old retired navy cook that this broken down old whore will ever find."

She ran to Kirby and threw her arms around his large waist. "Kirby Lundquist, if you'll have her, this broken down old whore would love to marry you."

As Kirby wrapped his huge arms around Tonya and kissed her hard on the lips everyone in the room began to applaud.

After they broke off their kiss Tonya turned around so that she was facing the group. With Kirby's arm still wrapped around her shoulder Tonya flashed us a smile and did a little head wiggle. We all laughed.

Kirby waited until everyone was quiet and then he said, "We do have a little problem. 

Tonya looked at him. "What's that?"

"I just lost my store. The firm was kind enough to buy me out so that I could pay off my debts, but I'm still broke. It's going to take me a little time to save up enough money to buy you an engagement ring."

Shaking her head, Tonya said; "Kirby honey, I have plenty of money..."

Kirby held up his hand. "Tonya Lewis, you are not going to pay for your own engagement ring."

John Reynolds, who was still standing up, stepped forward. "If I may interrupt, I think I might be able to be of assistance here."

Chuckling, Martin Jackson said; "Yes John I think that's very true."

There was a general murmur of agreement around the table. I had the distinct impression that these people knew something that Kirby and I didn't know.

Mr. Reynolds took another step towards Kirby and Tonya. Kirby looked puzzled. Tonya was grinning.

I glanced around the room. Everyone was smiling and their eyes were all focused on John Reynolds. Something was definitely up.

"Kirby and Timmy," Mr. Reynolds was looking back and forth at Kirby and me." While you were in the dining room talking to Don Kline I made an announcement in this room. You may have noticed the bottles of champagne on the table."

I hadn't, but now that he mentioned them I saw that there were several magnums of Moet Et Chandon on the table and everyone had a champagne glass in front of them.

"We're having a bit of a celebration. You know that for the past six months I've been spearheading a major project."

Kirby and I both nodded.

"About a year ago we learned that one of the largest construction companies in the world was in grave financial danger. The problems had been caused by a combination of factors; bad weather, unexpected political unrest, several overly ambitious and unrealistic time schedules that caused them to miss key deadlines and two major law suits. We launched a thorough investigation and quickly learned that the company had been struck by virtual perfect storm of unexpected disasters. This was still a solid corporation that was currently floundering because of a combination of bad luck, some poor long range planning and several disastrous management decisions." 

I took a quick look around the table. Everyone was listening intently.

"Because of these misfortunes the companies value had plummeted. After further investigation we came to the conclusion that we could purchase controlling interest in the company for around one point eight billion dollars.'

He smiled. "And if we are able to correct the problems and get the company functioning smoothly again, we estimated that we should be able to sell it for between three and three and a half billion dollars.

My jaw dropped. John, Martin and Wendell were attempting to pull off a business deal that could earn a gross profit of well over a billion dollars.

"The problem of course, was that one point eight billion dollars is not exactly chump change. Raising that amount of money is a challenge. Never the less, we decided that the potential reward was worth the effort and the risk, so we went to work and I was assigned to spearhead the project."

The room was silent. Everyone was listening to John with rapt attention.

"I started barnstorming the country. By the end of last week I'd managed to convince twenty three different financial sources to commit one point two billion dollars. Ever since the beginning of this project we'd always known that Donald Kline was going to be pivotal for us. He represents a group of very adventurous entrepreneurs. He is also an astute financial analyst. We knew that he would immediately understand that the crux of the issue was putting together the mammoth sum of money required to make the project work. For that reason, we decided that we would wait to approach Donald Kline and his group until we could show him that we'd already been able to raise a substantial portion of the necessary capital."

He smiled at everyone. "A little over an hour ago Donald Kline agreed to commit up to six hundred million dollars to this project. That gives us enough money to proceed. Tomorrow we are going to meet with one more investor. We feel confident that we can persuade his group to commit at least another two hundred million dollars. If we can do that, we should have more than enough working capital to be able to take control of the company, correct the problems that caused it to founder and restore it to its full value. That will allow us to then sell it and make a very nice profit for ourselves and our investors."

Mr. Reynolds looked at us. "Kirby and Timmy, you're both new to JTandR so you may not be aware of our policy regarding bonuses. While we try to pay all of our employees a reasonable base salary, we are in what can frequently be a very lucrative business. We like to reward the employees who are instrumental in making us successful. I believe that today's function was pivotal to the success of our effort to enlist the support of Donald Kline's financial group in our project. Martin and Wendell both agree. For that reason we've decided to reward everyone who participated in this function with a five thousand dollar bonus. Everyone should be receiving their checks by the middle of next week."

He smiled at Kirby. "That should be enough to buy a very nice engagement ring."

Tonya put her arms around Kirby's massive shoulders and kissed his cheek. "This old whore would be happy with a cigar band."

Shaking his head, Kirby said; "Nope, as soon as I get that bonus check we're going across the street to Smithson Jewelers and you, my beautiful lady, are going to get the biggest rock that five thousand dollars can buy."

"Way to go Cookie!"

I turned. Elvira was standing up. She was clapping her hands. Everyone at the table quickly joined her.

I glanced at my big friend. Kirby was grinning like a four year old boy who'd just been given a giant red lollipop.

Martin Jackson stood up. He waited until everyone had settled down again and then he said, "It's been a very exciting and productive day. While I understand that right now all of us are a little wound up, I remind you that we still have guests in the house. We'll need to have breakfast ready for them at 6:30 tomorrow morning." 

He glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's now 12:40, it's time for all of us to get to bed."

After a general murmur of agreement everyone stood up and slowly started filing out of the back dining room. 

I was about to follow Kirby and Tonya through the door, when I heard Martin Jackson behind me. "Timmy, could you stick around for a moment. I'd like a private word with you."

Turning, I saw that he was still standing next to the table. I smiled at him and said, "Certainly."

Cassie and Florence started cleaning up the mess on the table so Mr. Jackson gave me quick wave and said, "Come on, let's move to the formal dining room."

I nodded and followed him through the kitchen and back into the room where Kirby and I had just spent over an hour talking to Donny Kline.

As soon as we were in the dining room Mr. Jackson turned around and asked, "How did the meeting go with Donald?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, I think it went fairly well. He seemed to enjoy talking to us. He's sending a case of that fancy Scotch to both Kirby and me."

"The Chivas?"

"Yes."

"Why is he doing that?"

"I think he's just trying to be a nice guy. Neither Kirby nor I had ever tasted eighteen year old Chivas Regal before so we were joking around and making kind of a big deal about it. He asked us if we liked it. We told him that we did. The next thing we knew he was leaving a message to his secretary on his pocket recorder to send us each a case."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Timmy, if you and Kirby end up becoming good friends with Donald Kline I'll buy you a whole boatload of expensive scotch."

I smiled and then I said, "Oh I suppose I should also mention that he gave us his personal cell phone number. I think that was probably a pretty good sign."

Mr. Jackson raised his eyebrows. "He did what?"

"He gave his personal cell phone number to both Kirby and me. Don't you think that's a good sign?"

"Yes, I think that's a very good sign." Mr. Jackson laughed. "I don't have that number."

He paused for a moment and then he looked at me with a serious expression. "Timmy, please guard that telephone number very carefully."

"I will sir."

Now it was my turn to pause. After a brief debate in my head I made a quick decision. "Mr. Jackson, there's something I should tell you. Donny asked me not to say anything about this, but I think that might be a mistake. I'm fairly certain that it would be better if you knew about it in advance. You do have to promise me that when he calls you, you'll try to not let on that I told you about it, all right."

Mr. Jackson grinned at me. "Timmy, I give you my word and don't worry, I'm a pretty good poker player. I'll make sure that Donald never suspects that you told me anything."

I spent the next few minutes filling him in on the plans for the New Years party on Cape Cod. 

After I was done Mr. Jackson smiled. "Timmy, thank you for telling me that. It was the correct decision. It's always nice to be forewarned. It reduces the possibility of making an inadvertent social blunder. Of course all three of us are going to accept the invitation. Right now, we want to do everything we can to strengthen our relationship with Donald Kline."

He laughed. "It also sounds like it's going to be a fun way to spend the New Years Holiday."

"I think so too sir."

Mr. Jackson nodded and then he said, "Timmy, you and Kirby did a good job for us tonight. It appears that you built a lot of good will with Donald Kline."

I shrugged. "It was easy to do. He's a nice guy, I like him."

"Our relationship with our investors is largely based on trust and good will. They give us their money because they like us and because they believe that we'll use it wisely and when we give it back we'll be returning substantially more to them than they originally gave to us." 

He smiled at me. "That's why our hostess program is so important to us. Timmy, right now your wife isn't trying to talk Tyler Greer into investing in our project; she's upstairs building good will with him. If you take a man out to dinner he'll remember it for a week, if you get him laid he'll remember it for the rest of his life."

Suddenly Mr. Jackson stopped and shook his head. "Timmy, I'm sorry, that was incredibly insensitive of me."

I looked at him and asked, "Why?"

"Because, well, I mean I just sort of threw it in your face."

"Mr. Jackson, I know exactly what my wife is doing right now. I also know that you know. I appreciate your concern for my feelings, but it's not necessary. We've talked about this before. The fact that Kelly sleeps with other men does not upset me."

Mr. Jackson closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry Timmy. You're right, you have explained it to me. You've explained it to me several times. The problem I'm having has nothing to do with you and Kelly."

I smiled at him. "It has to do with you and Mandy, doesn't it."

He nodded. "Yes it does."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Yes, very much."

Mr. Jackson stared at the floor for a moment and then he looked up at me and took a deep breath. "Timmy, I'm in love with her. I've known it for a long time, but I've refused to admit it to myself. There are just too many complications."

"Like what?"

He threw his arms up. "Damn it Timmy! I'm old enough to be her father."

"How old are you?"

"Fifty-one."

"And Mandy is 26." I smiled at him. "I just had a similar conversation with Kirby, only it was kind of the opposite of this one."

"He has strong feelings for Elvira, doesn't he."

"Actually so do I."

He nodded. "It's easy to understand why, she's pretty special. Wendell was lucky to find her and he knows it."

"Mr. Jackson, Elvira is 72. Kirby is about your age. Elvira didn't refuse to get involved with him because of the current difference in their ages, she was worried about the difference that could potentially exist five to ten years from now."

"Timmy that doesn't make any sense. People grow old at the same rate. The difference in their ages remains constant."

"Mr. Jackson, if you'd met Mandy twenty years ago would you have considered asking her to marry you?"

"Of course not. She would have only been six years..." He stopped and smiled. "Timmy, you never cease to amaze me."

"Elvira didn't want to risk saddling Kirby with a wife who was an infirm old lady. At this stage of her life she wanted a man who was closer to her own age so that they could face the challenges of growing old together."

"Like Wendell."

"That's right."

"So because of the difference in our ages, you're advising me to forget about a serious relationship with Mandy." There was a very clear tone of disappointment in Mr. Jackson's voice.

"No, not at all. Hopefully you're still at least twenty-five or thirty years away from that stage of your life. That gives you and Mandy the potential for a lot of good years together. I think you should talk to her about it."

Mr. Jackson slowly nodded his head. "All right."

"That's not the only problem, is it?"

"No Timmy, there's also the whole sex thing." 

"You mean the question of your being faithful to each other?"

"Yes, when we talked in the hall earlier this evening you suggested that Mandy was a lot like her mother and Kelly. You offered the opinion that all three women were simply not cut out to remain faithful to one man. And then you pointed out that if I married Mandy I would most likely end up being her cuckold."

He shook his head. "I hadn't considered that and at first it bothered me. Then I listened to that conversation in the back dining room earlier this evening. The one that occurred just before John, Wendell and I left to meet with Donald."

I nodded. "When Cassie was telling us about her husband and his stable of wealthy middle aged white women."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "Yes, that was the conversation."

He paused. After a moment he said, "Actually it was Wendell's comments that really caught my attention. Wendell is one of my oldest and closest friends. I have a deep respect for him. He's one of the most rational men that I have ever known. Hearing him tell us that he was comfortable with Elvira having a male friend who she occasionally meets for a little extracurricular fun started me thinking. Then I heard him telling us that he thought it was all about confidence, trust and security. Since then, those words have been echoing in my mind."

He smiled. "Timmy, when I look at you and think about Wendell's words I start to understand. Kelly doesn't cuckold you because you're a wimp. You may be a submissive, but you are definitely not a wimp. You have as much back bone as any man I've ever met. It is obvious that you enjoy surrendering power to your wife. Mandy enjoys surrendering power too and apparently so does Kirby. While I don't think that I'll ever be able to fully understand why the three of you enjoy it, I can tell you that Tonya, Kelly and I are all very happy that you do. I cannot begin to describe the thrill we experience when we're dominating a submissive."

I laughed. "And we can't begin to describe the thrill we experience when we're being dominated. Sir, it's just lucky that we all found each other."

Grinning, he said; "Timmy, you're right about that."

Mr. Jackson paused for a moment to think. Finally he said; "Timmy, what I'm trying to say is that I'm finally beginning to understand that being a cuckold doesn't make you a wimp." He shook his head. "If you're a wimp, it's only because you deliberately choose to play that role. The fact is, being a cuckold doesn't make any man a wimp, it just means that he allows his wife to occasionally enjoy the company of other men."

"Mr. Jackson are you trying to tell me that if Mandy decides that she wants to continue playing around with other men, you think you'll be able to accept it?"

"I'm willing to try and with a little help from friends like Wendell and Elvira, Kirby and Tonya and you and Kelly; I think I'll be able to do it. Of course, that does mean that I'll also get to continue playing around with Tonya and Kelly." He looked at me. "That is, as long as it's all right with you and Kirby."

"You know that will always be fine with both of us. Of course, ultimately that is up to Tonya and Kelly, but I can't imagine that either one of them would ever object."

I thought for a second and then I asked, "What are you going to do if Mandy decides that she wants to continue working as a hostess? You'd better be prepared for that possibility, because I think it's very likely that that's what she's going to want to do."




Courtesan Ch. 44



"I agree." He paused. After a moment he said, "I've always believed that there is nothing morally wrong with the hostess program. Tonya, Keisha, Mandy, Kelly and Antoine all seem to enjoy their jobs. We pay them extremely well and I've always tried to be very attentive to their emotional needs. If Mandy decides that she wants to continue working as a hostess." He shrugged. "Well, I think I'd be a colossal hypocrite if I were to object."

"Will you be able to handle it."

"Again, I might occasionally need a little support from my friends."

I smiled at him. "You can rely on us."

"I do believe that I can." Mr. Jackson glanced at his watch. "Timmy, it's getting late. Both of us need to get to bed, but I still have two quick questions."

"Go ahead."

"Earlier tonight you suggested that I might be welcome to join all of you in the house."

"Yes I did."

"Would you discreetly inquire about it?"

"Yes I will."

"Timmy, business is my life and I know I can't give it up. I also know that if I am going to be a businessman, I have to put in the time an energy to do it right."

"I understand. If you and Mandy are living in the house with the rest of us, it allows you to focus on your work without having to worry that Mandy is being left isolated and uncared for."

"That's exactly right and that leads us to my other request."

"All right."

"Right now, Mandy is planning to share a room with you and Kelly. If I ask her to marry me and she agrees, would you still be willing to take care of her during the times that I have to focus all of my time and attention on the business?"

"Yes sir, I'll just make sure that Kelly and I buy a really big bed."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Thank you Timmy. As I told you earlier, I'm taking Mandy to the Kennsington Grill for dinner tomorrow night. During dinner I'm planning to discuss all of this with her. That includes marriage."

"You're going to ask her to marry you?"

"We have a lot to talk about, but I'm hoping that's where the discussion will lead us."

"Good luck Mr. Jackson."

"Thank you Timmy." He paused for a moment and then he added, "Thank you for everything."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded and gave him a quick smile. 

He patted my shoulder. "I think it's time for us to call it a night."

As we were walking out of the dining room he said; "Timmy, I'm sorry that Kelly has to work tomorrow night. I assume that you've figured out the she'll be entertaining that last big investor from Seattle."

"Yes sir, I'd guessed that's who it was."

"Timmy, tomorrow before you leave, John is going to give you a file on the man. Will you put together a report for Kelly during the airplane trip home. This man is very important to us."

I grinned at him. "You want to be sure that she builds a lot of good will with him."

He smiled. "That's exactly what we want."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets every bit of information that we have."

"Thanks Timmy."

Mr. Jackson left the dining room through the door that led to the hallway so that he could use the front stairs. I went out through the kitchen so that I could take the backstairs. That evening we both understood that we'd just forged a bond that would most likely become the basis for a very close friendship.

That notwithstanding, when Mr. Jackson saw me turn and walk towards the door to the kitchen he didn't try to stop me. He understood. We both understood. I was a slave and he was a superior. At Evergreen superiors were accorded the privilege of using the front staircase while slaves were relegated to the narrow stairway in the back of the mansion. I was only permitted to use the front stairs when I was accompanying my mistress. Those were our roles and that was one of the rules governing those roles. They were part of a life style that we both eagerly embraced and despite or new friendship, neither of us wanted to do anything that might undermine the strict tenets of that lifestyle. 

I hurried through the now deserted kitchen and took the stairs two at a time. I had a faint hope that I might find Kelly waiting for me in our bedroom. 

The room was empty. The bed had been turned down, but I was certain that had been the work of Cassie or Florence.

I was disappointed. I knew that I shouldn't have been. The hope that Tyler might be finished enjoying my wife had been nothing but wishful thinking. Kelly was a beautiful woman. A man would have to be a fool to send her from his bed before he had to do it.

I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and and climbed into bed. I was tired, but I still thought about Kelly and Tyler. Closing my eyes, I pictured them together. They were both naked. Tyler was on his back. My wife was kneeling next to him. Tyler was fondling Kelly's pendulous breasts while she kissed and licked the engorged head of of his towering erection.

I smiled. Earlier that day Tyler's erect cock had been on full display. While it could never be described as small, it wasn't particularly big either. Now, in my fantasies, it had grown to pornstar proportions. 

Reaching down to touch myself, I was quickly reminded of both the presence and the purpose of my cock cage. Actually, finding it was a relief. I was excited. Without the restriction of the chastity device, it would have been very difficult to resist the temptation to masturbate. 

I knew that in the morning, when my wife returned, she would find it exciting to see that I'd been forced to lay in bed frustrated while she'd been enjoying herself in the arms of another man. I know this will be very difficult for many people to understand, but as a submissive masochist, I didn't want to deny her that pleasure. 

I'm not exactly certain when sleep came. It just did.

I awakened to the sound of Edward's voice. "Our guests have left the property." As I sat up I realized that he was speaking over the household intercom.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked around. I was surprised and disappointed to see that I was still alone. That puzzled me. I'd expected that as soon as Tyler was gone Kelly would hurry back to the room.

Outside, the sun was shining. Glancing at the clock on Kelly's makeup table, I saw that it was 7:30. I got up. After washing my face, brushing my teeth and shaving I went into the closet. I found clean panties and socks in my dresser and then I selected a pair of freshly pressed khaki slacks and a pale lavender golf shirt from the clothes hanging on my closet rod.

As soon as I was dressed I went downstairs.

Doris was in the kitchen. When she heard me come in she said, "Good morning Timmy." She pointed to a stool next to an open spot on one of the counters. "Sit down, I have scrambled eggs, sausages and fresh biscuits. All of us have been up since 6:00. Mr. Jackson told us to let you sleep in. He said that the two of you were up late talking. Everyone else has already eaten. You're, of course welcome to take your food to the back dining room, but you'll be all alone. If you sit in here you can talk to me while you eat."

I sat on the stool. 

When I came in Doris had been making a fruit salad. After preparing a plate of eggs and sausages for me she went back to work. 

She sliced pieces of fresh fruit while I ate. As she worked she told me, "Edward, Nathan and Maurice are meeting with Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Mr. Reynolds. They're planning a party that's going to be held here next Thursday. I understand that there's a big group coming in from Philadelphia."

I swallowed a bite of biscuit and said. "I imagine that both Kelly and I will be coming back for that party."

She nodded. "I would assume you will, I gather that it's going to be quite a shindig. They're talking about dinner for eighteen. I expect that they'll have to bring in some extra ladies."

"Does that happen very often?" I took a sip of my coffee.

"From time to time, but not too often."

Doris focused her attention on peeling and slicing two bunches of bananas.

I finished the last several bites of my eggs and sausages and then I took another sip of coffee. After I set my cup down I asked in as casual a voice as possible, "Where is everyone else?"

Without turning around Doris answered, "I think Ben said he was going to weed the flower gardens and I'm sure that Florence and Cassie are busy cleaning the guest rooms."

That of course, was not the information I was seeking. Still trying to sound relaxed and nonchalant I tried again. "What about the others?"

Doris set her knife down and turned around. She was smiling. "You want to know where Kelly is and why she hasn't come to find you?"

Nodding sheepishly, I said; "Yes, I do."

"Sweet baby, Kelly would be with you if she could, but she and the other ladies have something they have to do right now."

"What about Kirby and Elvira? Where are they?"

"They're with the ladies."

"What are they doing? Why wasn't I included?"

She patted my hand. "Timmy honey, you do know how much Kelly, Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and Elvira love you, don't you."

I quietly answered, "Yes, of course I do."

"So you understand that if they didn't include you in whatever they're doing, it wasn't meant as a slight. They had to have had a very good reason for leaving you out."

Sighing, I said; "Yes Doris, I'm sure you're right." I paused and then I looked at her and smiled. "Thank you, I appreciate your taking a moment to put a band aid on my foolish insecurity."

"Sweetheart all of us occasionally suffer from episodes of foolish insecurity." She laughed. "Actually, for most of us, it's a chronic condition."

Doris leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Why don't you go outside and see Ben. It's a beautiful morning and he always welcomes company when he's working in the garden. As soon as Kelly and the other ladies are done doing whatever it is that they're doing I'll tell them where you are. I'm sure they'll come and find you right away."

There was a door that went directly from the kitchen into the back hall. From the back hall I could go directly out to the back patio. 

I wasn't in a hurry, so instead I decided to meander through the formal dining room and into the main hallway. From there I could still wander out onto the back patio and find Ben.

I was just about to open the door that led outside when I heard voices. I stopped and listened. I heard the voices again. There was talking and giggling. The voices were clearly female.

I waited. 

I heard footsteps. Several people were coming up the wooden staircase that led down to the basement and Tonya's playroom.

The voices and laughter were growing louder. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but it was definitely Kelly, Keisha, Mandy, Tonya and Elvira and they were all engaged in an animated conversation. 

The door to the basement stairs opened. Mandy stepped out. Except for a tiny white satin g string and her slave collar, she was naked. Keisha was immediately behind her. She was wearing a black latex mini dress that was cut so that it left her large brown breasts fully exposed. In her right hand she was carrying a whip.

When they entered the hallway they both turned towards the reception hall. I was standing in the doorway to the patio. It was the opposite direction, so neither of them noticed me. They took two steps into the hallway and then they stopped and turned so that they were facing the basement door. I was now in their field of view, but because their attention was focused on the stairs, they still didn't notice me.

Kelly came out next. She was wearing a latex dress similar to the one Keisha was wearing. Her large breasts were also fully exposed and she was also carrying a whip. Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her eyes were uncharacteristically painted with a thick layer of black eye shadow and she wore a deep red lip gloss that was much more garish than the subtle shades of pink that she normally wore. I noticed that Kelly's face was flushed and her nipples were sticking prominently out. I recognized the signs. It was obvious that my wife was aroused.

As soon as she stepped into the hallway Kelly moved out of the door and stopped. Her back was towards me so she also hadn't noticed my presence.

A moment later I understood why the three of them had left the space in front if the door open. Elvira stepped out. She was dressed in a skin tight black latex leotard that covered her entire body. The only exception was an oval cutout in the crotch of the suit that exposed her shaved pussy. Ellie was very slender and the tight fitting suit made the petite woman look incredibly sexy. Her gray hair was also pulled back into a pony tail and she wore the same garish makeup as Kelly and now I also noticed, Keisha.

Elvira was holding a black leather dog leash. As she moved into the hallway Kirby followed immediately behind her. I saw that the leash was attached to a black leather studded dog collar around his neck. Except for the collar and his cock cage, Kirby was naked. As Elvira pulled him through the doorway he turned towards reception hall and main staircase. I noticed at least a score of rather painful looking red stripes across his back and his buttocks.

Tonya was right behind Kirby. She was wearing a black latex mini dress similar to the ones worn by Kelly and Keisha. Her breasts were also exposed. Like Kelly, Keisha and Elvira, her ash blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was painted with the same dark eyeshadow and bright red lip gloss that they wore. She carried a coiled whip in each of her hands. I assumed that one of them had been used by Elvira.

As soon as Tonya was in the hall Kelly looked at her and said, "That was one of the most exciting things I've ever done in my entire life. I've never whipped anyone before. What an incredible thrill." 

Suddenly she stopped and moved so that she was standing next to Kirby. Gently stroking his cheek she said, "We didn't hurt you too badly, did we? It was fun, but I'd never want to actually injure you."

He shook his head. "No, it might take me a day or two to fully recover, but I'll be all right." He looked at all of them. "Thank you very much. It was wonderful, better than I'd ever imagined it would be. Anytime any of you get the urge to do it again, I'll be happy to volunteer."

Keisha walked over to Kirby and patted his other cheek. "I enjoyed it just as much as Kelly did. I'd love to do it again, in fact I think we should plan to get together at least once a month for a little party like the one we just had." She giggled. "Cookie honey, we'd love to turn you into our own personal little whipping boy."

Kirby grinned at Keisha. That made me chuckle.

Of course I understood what had just happened. This was Kirby's special fantasy and the women had just acted it for him. They'd told me they were going to do it. Actually, I was the one who'd originally asked them to do it. 

I didn't know they were going to do it this morning and I started to wonder why they'd kept it a secret from me. As soon as I thought about it I realized the answer that question. This was Kirby's fantasy, not mine. I didn't have a part to play in it and if I had been present I might have actually inhibited Kirby's fun by making him feel self conscious. The poor guy had spent his entire life trying to repress this fantasy because it wasn't supposedly normal and made him feel like a pervert. No. I understood. It was definitely better that I hadn't been there. 

Suddenly Tonya saw me out of the corner of her eye. She looked right at me for a second and then she said, "Kelly." 

My wife had been gently stroking Kirby's hair. She stopped and looked at Tonya. Tonya nodded towards me. 

Kelly turned. As soon as she saw me she sighed. Shaking her head she quietly said; "Timmy, I'm sorry. The moment Tyler left I wanted to look for you, but...Well, we all wanted to do this and we thought it might be better if..."

Elvira patted Kelly's wrist. "Sweetie, let me do this."

Kelly nodded. Everyone was silently watching as Elvira walked over to me and took my hand. "Timmy honey, you know that we planned to do this."

I smiled. "Yes, and I'm glad that you did it."

"We wanted to include you. You know that all of us love you, but..."

"It's okay, I understand. I don't actually have a part to play in this fantasy and if I'd been there I might have made Kirby feel uncomfortable."

Elvira kissed my cheek. "Thank you, you're a good friend."

The conversation had gotten much too serious. It was time to relieve the tension with a little good natured teasing. I grinned at her and then I pointedly glanced down at the oval cut out in the crotch of her latex leotard. Elvira had given me several blow jobs and we'd had a number of very open conversations about our sexual fantasies, but this was the first time I'd ever actually seen her cunt. Leering at her shaved pussy I said, "I like your outfit."

Immediately realizing what I was doing Elvira giggled and said, "Do you like my seventy-two year old pussy?"

Emphatically nodding my head up and down I said, "It's absolutely gorgeous."

Elvira flashed me a lascivious smile and then with a delightful twinkle in her eyes she asked, "Wanna lick it?"

Kelly laughed. "Ellie honey, you're going to have to wait in line." She walked over and grabbed my free arm. "My sweet babydoll and I have a date in our bedroom and I guarantee you that it's going to involve some serious pussy licking." She paused for a moment and then she reconsidered. "But now that I think about it, if you'd like to join us, you could sit on Timmy's face while I take off his cock cage and give him a sweet little blow job."

I looked around. Everyone was grinning.

Elvira picked up Kelly's free hand and placed it between her legs. "As you can feel, I find your proposal very enticing, but I'm going to have to ask for a rain check. After I help Tonnie rub some salve on Cookie's back I'm going to find Wendell and see if I can interest him in a blow job before we have to leave for the airport."

Kelly playfully rubbed Elvira's cunt for a moment and then she pulled her hand away. Her fingers glistened with Elvira's moisture. She looked at the older woman with a puzzled expression. "I thought that getting wet was a problem for women your age."

"Honey, for sluts like you and me, getting wet will never be a problem." Elvira shrugged. "It is true that I don't get wet as easily as I used to."

She smiled. "When I was your age all I had to do was see a cute guy and my panties would be soaked."

Mandy laughed. "I think all of us understand that problem."

Kelly smiled at Mandy's comment and then she turned to me and in a soft, seductive voice she said, "Slaveboy would you like to taste Mistress Elvira's sopping wet pussy."

I nodded, but I didn't say anything. I was feeling a little intimidated, very submissive and extremely aroused. 

Sensing my excitement my wife pressed her fingers against my lips and said, "Open your mouth slaveboy. I have a little taste treat for you."

I parted my lips. Kelly pushed her fingers into my mouth. As I sucked and licked them Keisha said, "Damn that is hot. I could definitely use a little pussy licking myself right now."

Next to her Mandy said, "Would a little slave girl do?"

"Will you lick my beautiful black ass too? Brad fucked me there last night and I'm feeling a little tender this morning."

Mandy smiled. "Just thinking about it is making me wet."

Keisha took Mandy's hand. As they started towards the reception hall she said; "Come on slave girl, I think I'll make you start with a little foot massage."

Elvira walked back over to Tonya and Kirby. "Tonnie let's get Cookie upstairs so we can take care of those welts on his back and his butt. We want him to be able to sit down during the plane ride home."

Both women took one of Kirby's arms. As they led him down the hall Tonya said; "Cookie honey, Mistress Elvira and I are going to take you to our bedroom and make you feel much better."




Courtesan Ch. 44



Kirby laughed. "Actually I'm feeling pretty good right now."

Tonya leaned over and kissed Kirby's cheek. "Sweetie, trust us. Ellie and I are both very capable of making you feel a whole lot better."

Kelly had taken her fingers out of my mouth while Elvira and Tonya were talking to Kirby. As we watched them leave she turned to me and said, "Timmy I am sorry that I didn't come to you as soon as Tyler left this morning."

I smiled at her. "It really is okay, I understand. You did something very nice for Kirby and I do think it was better that I wasn't involved. I'm glad you did it."

"Thank you for understanding." Gently kissing my lips, Kelly added; "I did miss you last night."

Still smiling I looked at her and shook my head. "Kelly Mason, don't tell me lies. We both know that you didn't spend one second thinking about me last night."

She started to protest. 

I gently placed a finger on her lips. "That's okay too sweetheart. I know that you still loved me last night. I'm confident that you will always love me. I just finally understand that when you're with another guy you're very good at focusing all of your attention on him. That ability is one of the reasons that you're able to enjoy sex with a variety of different partners so much and it's also one of the reasons that men enjoy sex with you so much."

Kelly shook her head. "But I feel so guilty when I realize that I spent a night with another man and never thought about you at all."

"Did you stop loving me last night?"

"No! Of course not! I'll never stop loving you!"

"Were you going to find me as soon as you could this morning?"

"Yes, I mean I couldn't until we were done with Kirby, but I wanted to find you first. You can ask Mandy, Tonya, Keisha and Elvira. They'll all tell you that."

"I don't have to ask. I'm sure it's true. Kelly, I know how much you love me and I'm pretty sure you know how much I love you. That's why we were able to survive the problems we just had."

Kelly put her arms around me and hugged me. While she held me in her arms she said, "Timmy I do know how much you love me and please never forget how much I love you."

"I won't Kelly, I promise I won't."

She kissed me hard on the lips and then we held each other. After a moment Kelly whispered, "Let's go upstairs and have a little fun before we have to leave for the airport."

I grinned at her. "That sounds like a wonderful plan."

Grabbing my hand, Kelly said; "Let's go." We raced up the stairs, laughing and giggling the entire way. 

As soon as we got into our bedroom Kelly started undressing me. As she pulled my shirt over my head I asked, "Did you have fun with Tyler last night?"

After she tossed my shirt on the bed she looked at me for a moment and then she asked, "Do you really want to know?"

I laughed. "Of course I want to know. You've always told me all about your dates when you come home. Why should this one be any different?"

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know, I guess I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm openly cuckolding you again."

I smiled. "Don't worry, it might take a little time, but eventually we'll both get used to it." I kissed her forehead. "And we have lots of time. Now tell me about Tyler. Was he good?"

"Timmy he was wonderful. His cock wasn't all that big."

I nodded. "I know, I saw it when you were giving him a blow job by the pool yesterday afternoon."

"Yes, I suppose you did."

"So why was he so wonderful?"

"Timmy as I just said, his cock wasn't all that big, but he really knew how to use it. Babydoll that man understands how to properly fuck a woman. He's nearly insatiable and he can go for an incredibly long time. Last night, after we went up stairs, he got it up three more times. First I sucked him off and then he fucked me twice. The second time he fucked my ass. Some guys can be a little too rough when they do that, but he knew how to be gentle. He went really slow and he used a lot of lubricant."

Kelly smiled at me. "I'm not sure I know why, but I get really excited when I feel a guy cumming in my ass." She giggled. "Maybe it's because it seems so wicked."

"You like being wicked, don't you."

"I really do."

We both smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly sighed and said; "Anyway, after that we were both pretty tired so we slept cuddled up to each other. This morning we took a shower together and then I gave him a blow job before we went down to breakfast." 

My wife giggled. "I love kissing a guy good bye that way."

I laughed. "My wife, the blow job queen."

Grinning, Kelly vigorously nodded her and said, "That's me." 

There was a pause. Kelly stared at me. After a moment her grin vanished and she quietly asked, "Timmy are you still okay with that? I mean are you still happy that you're married to a slut?"

I smiled at her. "I think slut's a pretty strong word."

"It shouldn't be. It simply refers to a woman who enjoys sex with lots of different men. In fact, the idea that it's derogatory is actually kind of sexist. We don't have a word to describe a man who enjoys sex with lots of different women."

"How about cad or rake?"

"No, those words describe men who take advantage of women. That's not what were talking about."

"Okay, how about Casanova or Lothario?"

"Lothario? Not exactly a a common word in most peoples every day vocabulary."

"I grant you that, but the word still does exist.'

"Yes, but my point is that Casanova and Lothario are words that are rarely used. Most people probably couldn't tell you what a Lothario is, or even who he was; but everyone knows what a slut is."

Kelly shook her head. "Anyway, all of this is beside the point. I'll rephrase my question. Are you still content with being married to a woman who enjoys sex with lots of different men?"

I smiled. "Yes Kelly, I love being your cuckold and I hope that when you're Elvira's age you still have several boyfriends."

She giggled. "Only several?"

"People do slow down as they get older."

Kelly laughed. "Fortunately we're both still very young and if you're okay with it I plan to have a lot more lovers before I finally start to slow down."

"And I expect you to tell me about every detail of every date that you have with everyone of them."

"Will you promise to eat my pussy while I'm telling you?"

"Every single time."

Kelly started unbuckling my belt. "Let's get these pants off of you. I had a date last night, but I already told you about it and you weren't eating my pussy, so you owe me."

As I stepped out of my pants I grinned at Kelly and said, "And I'm a cuckold who always pays his debts."

Kelly pulled my panties down to my knees and slowly stroked the plastic tube of my cock cage. "I think that while you're eating my pussy, we'll leave your cock cage on and your panties around your knees. That should help you remember your place in our marriage."

I smiled.

Kelly smiled back and then, staring into my eyes, she raised the hem of her latex skirt, sat down on the edge of the bed and lay back. As she lasciviously spread her legs, exposing the glistening cleft of her bare pussy, she licked her lips and growled; "Get down on your knees and eat my cunt cuckboy."

My entire body tingled with excitement as I dropped to the carpeted floor and positioned myself between my mistress's parted thighs. Kelly had been right, leaving my cock cage on and my panties around my knees did make this act of submission even more exciting.

Kelly grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my face into her dripping pussy. "Eat me cuckboy, lick the cunt that Tyler Greer owned last night."

For the next few minutes I licked, kissed and sucked my wife's sopping sex while she lay back on the bed twisting her nipples and taunting me about Tyler Greer's amazing skill as a lover. I gave Kelly two orgasms. The second one seemed to be exceptionally powerful. That made me happy. Making my wife cum was even more satisfying for me than cumming myself.

After she recovered from her second orgasm Kelly sat up. Reaching down, she gently pulled me up on the bed next to her and put her arm around my shoulders. "Timmy, that was wonderful."

"I liked it too."

"Did you? I mean, does licking my pussy get you off?"

Playfully rolling my eyes, I said; "Do you even have to ask."

Kelly laughed. "No, I guess it was a foolish question."

She smiled at me. After a moment she stood up, walked over to her makeup table, opened her purse and took out the key for my chastity cage. Returning to the bed, she sat down next to me, unlocked the cage and slipped it off of my penis. As she set it on the night table next to her she asked, "Did this bother you yesterday?"

"No not really. Actually last night it was kind of a blessing."

"A blessing?"

"Yes, after I got into bed I started to think about you and Tyler. The mental image of the two of you together excited me. If I hadn't been wearing the cock cage, I don't think I would have been able to resist the urge to masturbate."

"Timmy honey, the key was in my purse on my makeup table. You knew that. You could have unlocked yourself, masturbated and then locked yourself up again and put the key back. I never would have known."

"Yes but I would have known."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy that's sweet. I love your obedience, but it's really not fair. I had at least a dozen orgasms with Tyler last night while you had to lay here alone in this bed, excited and frustrated."

I didn't say anything. I just stared at Kelly with a mischievous smile on my face.

After a moment she said, "What?"

I continued to smile at her. "Think about it."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. It was clear that she was trying to figure out what I was intimating. Don't misunderstand what was happening. Kelly is a very bright woman. It's just that at times, even the most fundamental concepts can be elusive for any of us. 

I continued watching her. Gradually I saw her puzzled expression change to one of recognition.

Kelly looked at me and smiled. "That is really hot, isn't it. Last night I got to cum as many times as I wanted while you had to lay alone in this bed, envious, excited and totally helpless to do anything about it."

She laughed. "I thought the chastity cage was all about control, but that's only part of it. It's also about privilege and circumstance. As a superior I'm entitled to freely enjoy myself while you, my slave, are required to languish at home without any satisfaction, waiting patiently for my return."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said; "Timmy that is so hot. I love being a superior." Suddenly she started to giggle, 

Now it was my turn to be puzzled. I looked at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

"I think doing the opposite might be just as hot."

"The opposite?'

"Yes, some night when Chris is over, I want to make you stand in the corner and masturbate while you watch him fuck me. The thought of seeing you humiliate yourself by jacking off like a twelve year old boy while you watch another man enjoying my body gets me very excited. 

I laughed. "Sweet Kelly Mason is becoming a very creative dominatrix."

Suddenly Kelly closed her eyes and sighed. "Timmy, I am beginning to enjoy being a sadist and that's starting to worry me."

She paused for a moment and then shaking her head, she said, "I still can't believe how much I enjoyed whipping Kirby this morning and I absolutely loved taunting you about Tyler while you were going down on me a few minutes ago. And just now my pussy actually started to tingle when realized that while Tyler and I were enjoying each other last night, you were in this room, all alone in bed, horny and totally frustrated."

Looking at me, Kelly said; "Timmy, I'm afraid that I'm turning into a really bad person." 

I picked up Kelly's hand and held it between my hands. "This morning when Tonya noticed me standing by the patio door while all of you were talking in the hallway, what were you doing?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I was listening to Keisha tell Kirby that we should get together and act out his fantasy at least once a month."

"Just before that."

"I'm sorry Timmy, I don't really remember. When I saw you I guess I got a little flustered."

"I remember what you were doing."

"What?"

"You were stroking Kirby's cheek and asking him if you'd hurt him too badly, and then you told him that you'd never really want to do anything that might actually injure him. That doesn't sound like a bad person to me."

"But..."

"Please listen for a moment Kelly."

"Okay."

"You are a dominant and you do occasionally enjoy being a little sadistic. There isn't any question about that, but think about this. Kelly, you're married to me. Mandy is one of your closest friends and Kirby is becoming a very good friend. All three of us are masochists. We enjoy it when you tease, torture and dominate us. I think that a lot of your pleasure comes from knowing that we're enjoying it just as much or even more than you are."

I looked at her. "Kelly a few minutes ago you made me eat your pussy while you taunted me about what a good lover Tyler was. Would you have done that if you didn't believe that I'd enjoy it?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, of course not."

"Kelly, I have never seen you be deliberately mean to any person or for that matter any living thing. When you see a spider in the house you try to catch it and carry it outside. That's not exactly the behavior of an evil sadist."

I smiled at her. "Sweetheart your sadism only takes place within the context of our sex games. In real life, you're one of the kindest, most caring human beings I've ever known. That's one of the reasons I love you so much."

Kelly placed her free hand on top of mine so that all four of our hands were locked together. "Thank you Timmy, that makes sense." She paused for a moment and then she added, "And I think I understand you better now."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You understand me better?"

"Yes, we're actually very similar."

'Similar?"

"That right; you're only a submissive masochist during our sex games. Yes, you do enjoy a taking a more domestic role in our marriage than most husbands might choose, but that doesn't alter the fact that you're one of the strongest and wisest men I've ever met. The only place you're a wimp is in the bedroom."

I nodded. "And the bedroom is the only place you're a bitch."

Kelly giggled. "Unless we happen to be playing in the living room.

We both laughed and then there was a brief pause. After a moment I said, "Last night Martin Jackson said something to me that was very similar to what you just told me."

Kelly looked at me. "Last night? Martin? Why were you and Martin talking last night and what prompted him to say something like that to you?" She shook her head. "I mean, I'm glad that he recognizes who and what you really are, but why were you talking about it last night? I would have thought that he would have been completely preoccupied with this business deal last night."

"Kelly, you weren't then only one who was busy yesterday. I have a lot to tell you."

"And I want to hear about all of it, but first I want to give my beautiful man a nice long slow blow job."

Kelly patted my knee. "Now you sit right here on the edge of the bed and relax. Your wife is about to show you why she has to work tonight."

Kelly slipped to the floor and kneeled between my legs. As she began gently caressing my tiny cock and balls she looked up at me and said, "Timmy, I wish I didn't have to work tonight. "

I shrugged. "But you do. There will be other nights."

"Yes I know, but I feel like I neglected you yesterday and last night too and I also really missed you. Timmy I would love to feel you inside me this morning. I wish I could let you fuck me, but I can't. Tyler was a gentle lover, but he was able to keep going for so long that he really wore me out. Since I have to entertain another client tonight I need some time to recover. Today, I'm afraid that even your little penis would be a bit too much for me."

Suddenly she stopped and shook her head. "Timmy, I'm sorry. that didn't come out right at all. I wasn't trying to taunt you. Right now, that's the last thing I want to do."

"Kelly, it's okay. You're my wife. We can be honest with each other. I do have a small penis. We both know that."

"Timmy, you know that I love your small penis. It's my absolute favorite and it always will be."

"Your favorite small penis?" I was grinning at my wife."

Kelly stuck her tongue out at me. "You know what I mean."

"Yes I do know what you mean. I also understand exactly why you're saying that you can't let me fuck you this morning and I agree with you. You shouldn't let me fuck you. The man you're going to be entertaining this evening is a crucial investor for the firm's current project and John, Martin and Wendell are relying on you to show him a very good time."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy how do you know about all of this?"

"Well, I do happen to work for the firm and as I said earlier, last night turned out to be a very busy and incredibly interesting evening. 

"You have to tell me all about it."

"I will, but first, how about that blow job. I didn't get to cum last night and this morning I am definitely in need."

Kelly looked up at me with an impish grin and said, "Is my sweet babydoll feeling a little uptight and unsettled today?"

"I thought you weren't going to tease me right now."

Winking at me, she said, "Sorry, sometimes it's hard to resist the opportunity." Then Kelly leaned over and kissed the head of my tiny but very erect penis..

I wish I could tell you that Kelly's blow job took a half hour, or even forty-five minutes. Sadly, everyone would know that was a lie. It took Kelly less than two minutes to get me off. She tried to prolong it, but her efforts were fruitless.

In my defense I would point out that I'd just endured nearly sixteen hours of intense sexual stimulation without any prior relief. I'm the first to admit that I'm a little quick on the trigger; but under the aforementioned circumstances, how many men could make a serious claim that they could have lasted longer. The few men who could honestly make that claim and then back it up, are of course, the studs that my wife and other women like her seek out as playmates. 

Kelly kept my tiny cock in her mouth while I ejaculated. She always does. My wife loves the taste of a man's semen. As soon as she felt my penis begin to soften she looked up at me and smiled. 

I looked away in shame. I'd so badly wanted to perform like a stud and I'd failed miserably.

Kelly climbed back up on the bed and sat next to me. After kissing my cheek, she whispered; "What's the matter stud? Why the long face?"

That made me smile. It was of course a reference to our favorite stupid joke. You know the one, A horse walks into a bar and the bartender asks, Why the long face?

I'm sure that some of you think that joke is ridiculous; but of course, it's exactly why Kelly and I love each other so much. We both have the sense of humor of a sophisticated eight year old.

I still didn't respond. I was ashamed and I wanted to wallow in my disgrace. This wasn't a submissive masochistic plea for humiliation. I wasn't looking for further embarrassment. I was seeking a far more normal response. I wanted Kelly to pat my hand and tell me everything was all right. 

Kelly, being the wonderful wife she is, did just that. Gently stroking my cheek, she said; "Timmy honey, there are very few men in this world who, in the situation you just endured, would have been able to last longer than you did." My wonderful wife has an uncanny knack for sensing my mood and making me feel better. 




Courtesan Ch. 45



This is the forty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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By the time I'd finished filling Kelly in on the events and conversations of the previous evening it was time to leave for the airport.

When we went downstairs Edward, Nathan, Maurice, Doris, Ben, Cassie and Florence were all waiting in the reception hall to say good bye to us. Everyone hugged. During the previous eighteen hours all of us had become close friends.

Much to my surprise, Mr. Reynolds was not there to hand me the promised folder about the investor from Seattle. This was the man that Kelly was scheduled to entertain that evening. According to Edward, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Jackson had left about twenty minutes earlier. He told us that they were anxious to get back to the office and begin preparing for their afternoon meeting with this last key investor.

Wendell Tyler was of course, going back with us. At this point, there was nothing in this world, not even the necessities of business or the luxury of flying home in the firms private jet, that was important or attractive enough to separate him from Elvira.

Edward did have the folder. As he handed it to me he said, "Timmy, this is the last key investor. Make sure that Kelly has all the information she needs to dazzle him tonight."

Snatching the folder out of my hand, Kelly laughed and said; "Don't worry Edward, my babydoll and I will work on this one together."

Next to us Mandy said, "We'll all help." 

The entire group did help. As it turned out, we had the first class cabin to ourselves so we were able to pass the folder around. Mr. Tyler did caution us to be discreet and to be extremely careful to avoid using the man's name.

As Tonya was glancing through the file she looked up and said, "I entertained this guy about a year ago." After thinking for a moment she leaned towards Kelly and said in a hushed voice. "I recall very clearly that he loved having his balls licked."

When she heard that my wife smiled and said, "If that's what gets him off I'll be happy to spend the entire evening making out with his dick and his testicles."

Our stewardess, her a name tag identified her as Sheila, had been pouring more coffee for Kirby. Sheila was an attractive brunette in her late thirties. Earlier, when she'd brought me a glass of tomato juice I'd noticed that she was wearing a wedding band. As soon as she was done pouring Kirby's coffee she took a quick glance around the cabin to make sure that there weren't any other crew members or passengers paying attention and then she turned to Kelly and said, "Our flight captain has a fondness for that particular pleasure. His wife thinks oral sex is nasty, so she won't do it for him. I happen to love giving head, so anytime we have a layover we share a room and I spend a large part of the evening giving his lovely balls and big hard cock the tender care and attention they so richly deserve." 

Kelly glanced at her wedding band and asked, "How does you husband feel about that?"

"Jim is a very understanding and secure man. He knows that I enjoy a little variety on the side and my job gives me the opportunity to do it with discretion. As long as I don't throw it in his face he doesn't mind." She smiled. "And when I come home from a trip I always make sure that he's very well taken care of."

She looked at our wedding rings and said to Kelly, "It appears that your husband has an even more tolerant attitude."

Kelly grinned as she patted my hand. "My babydoll not only doesn't mind that I party with other men, when I get home he wants me to tell him every intimate detail about my dates."

Sheila looked at me with an appraising stare. It was actually a little bit embarrassing. After a moment she turned back to Kelly and said, "I've heard about men like your husband. Do you ever let him watch?"

I looked at my wife out of the corner of my eye. Kelly was clearly enjoying this interchange. Quickly glancing at the rest of our group, I noticed that everyone else was also watching us and by their smiles it was apparent that they were enjoying the conversation too.

Leaning towards Sheila, Kelly said; "Most guys are a little reluctant to let him watch.

"I'm sure they are." The stewardess nodded with understanding.

"But my boyfriend doesn't mind at all."

Gasping, Sheila stared at Kelly in shock and said; "You're married and you have a boyfriend?". 

Kelly smiled at her. "Yes I do and he's a very hot guy." I noticed a twinkle in my wife's eyes. She was absolutely loving this.

Turning to me, Sheila asked incredulously; "And you don't mind?"

I had to admit that I was also enjoying it. Casually shrugging, I told her; "Not at all, in fact he's a nice guy. We're actually pretty good friends."

"But he's doing it with your wife." She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Do you really watch?."

"Only once in a while. Most of the time I either do some housework or I watch television in the den. They both prefer privacy."

Kelly nodded. "When Timmy's in the room it's a little bit harder for Chris and me to concentrate on each other. It's much easier for us to relax and enjoy ourselves when were alone."

Slowly nodding, the stewardess said; "I guess that makes sense."

My wife patted my hand. "But I love my little babydoll, so every once in a while Chris and I do invite him to watch."

Leaning farther over towards Kelly, the stewardess whispered; "Does he..." She took a quick glance at me and then looked back at Kelly. "Does he ever, you know, do himself while he watches?"

Kelly grinned at her. Now there was definitely an impish twinkle in her eyes. Leaning towards the stewardess, she said in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. "Only when we let him."

"Let him?" She looked at me with a shocked expression. I was smiling.

Turning back to Kelly, she asked; "Are you like." She hesitated.

Kelly finished the question for her, "Dominant?"

The stewardess nodded. She was obviously grateful that she hadn't actually been required to ask the question herself.

"Yes I am."

Staring at Kelly in amazement, she asked; "That means that he must be...."

"Submissive? Yes he is, he's very submissive. In fact at this moment he's wearing pink lace panties."

"No way!"

"Oh yes." Kelly turned to me. "Bunny, roll down the waist band of your trousers and show her."

Now I was getting excited. This was turning into a little humiliation game for me. 

I hesitated for a second. It was deliberate. Kelly and I knew each other very well. I was giving her an opportunity to demonstrate her dominance.

Kelly immediately realized what I was doing and said in a sharp voice. "Bunny, do as you're told. Be assured that if you dare to embarrass me with a display of obstinacy I will not hesitate to pull down your panties and paddle your cute little behind right in front of every passenger on this airplane."

Nervously holding up her hand, Sheila said; "No! Please, you can't do that."

Ignoring her, Kelly stared at me. "Bunny?"

Submissively bowing my head, I loosened my belt by two notches and rolled the waist band of my khaki pants down so that Sheila could see the elastic waist of my pink lace panties."

Realizing that Kelly wasn't going to have to carry out her threat to spank me on the airplane, Sheila relaxed and inspected my underpants. She immediately started giggling. "Oh this really is fun."

Quickly looking at Kelly, she asked; "Can I go get Denise? She's another stewardess. She's even more adventurous than I am. She would love to see this."

"Can she be discreet? I mean, we don't want to create a scene."

I smiled. This was said by the same woman who'd just threatened to pull down my pants and spank me in front of every passenger on the airplane.

Sheila nodded. "Oh yes, she'll be very careful."

Kelly smiled. "Go ahead, go get her"

Sheila turned and passed through the curtain that separated the coach and first class cabins. A moment late she returned. Another stewardess who had to have been in her late forties or early fifties, was following her. 

Denise was a large breasted woman. She might have been a little thick in the waist, but she was still very curvy. Her long ash blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and while the lines around her eyes and mouth were a clear indication of her age, she was still very pretty and I had to admit, an incredibly sexy woman. I noticed that she was also wearing a wedding band.

Both women continued through the first class cabin into the galley. A few seconds later they reappeared. Sheila nodded towards Kelly and me.

Denise walked over to us and said; "I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Kelly looked up at her and answered, "No not at all."

"Sheila told me that you're a very interesting couple and suggested that I might enjoy meeting you."

Smiling as she extended her hand, Kelly said; "I'm Kelly Mason and this is my slave husband, Bunny."

Denise took her hand and said, "I'm Denise Riley."

After they shook hands Denise looked at me and asked, "Is he really your slave?"

Across the aisle Mandy said, "Oh yes, he most certainly is."

Looking around at everyone, Denise said; "Sheila told me that all of you were traveling together."

Tonya said; "That's right, we're close friends and we all share the same adventurous attitude about sex."

Denise smiled. "You must have some very exciting parties."

Keisha laughed. "Believe me, we do."

Turning back to Kelly, Denise said; "Sheila told me that you made Bunny show her his panties. May I see them too?"

"Certainly." Kelly looked at me and said, "Bunny roll your waist band down and show Ms. Riley your underwear."

"Yes Ms. Mason."

Denise looked at Kelly. "He's your husband, but he calls you Ms. Mason?"

Kelly nodded. "Yes, we believe that it's disrespectful for a slave to address superiors by their given name."

"But he's your husband."

"Yes he is, but he's also my slave."

Shaking her head, Denise said; "That is so hot."

Kelly looked at me. "Bunny, your waistband."

I had been waiting politely while Denise and Kelly were discussing the name issue. Now that they were done I obediently rolled down the waist band of my slacks and showed the top of my pink panties to Denise.

Denise had the same reaction as Sheila. She started giggling. After a moment she said, "This is so exciting, I love it." Shaking her head she added. "I could never get my husband to do anything like that. Clifford is a very sweet guy. He's a mathematician and incredibly bright; but in matters of daily life, he's a little rigid and extremely obtuse."

She laughed. "In fact, when it comes to sex, he's a colossal stick in the mud. I can't get him to do anything fun. His idea of hot sex is getting a blow job while he's watching a football game. I love the guy, so that's something I end up doing for him all the time." 

Shrugging, Denise continued; "I have to get my adventure and satisfaction while I'm on my trips. Clifford has absolutely no clue that I shack up with a different guy on almost every layover."

Keisha asked, "Have you ever fed him a cream pie?"

Denise stared at her. After a moment she said; "Goodness no. I do know what cream pies are. I've read about them in stories on the Internet, but I can't even imagine Clifford eating my pussy."

Elvira looked at her. "Why do you stay married to him?"

Smiling, Denise said; "Clifford is a wonderful man. He's kind and generous and he's given me two beautiful teen aged daughters. I really do love sucking his cock. When I'm at home I'm a very loving wife. I never go out, I never see other men and I make it a point to keep him happy and satisfied with all the blow jobs he can handle."

Mandy asked, "Doesn't he ever get to fuck you?"

"Maybe once every couple of months. Don't get me wrong, I'll let him do it any time he asks, but he's generally pretty happy with his blow jobs. Clifford has a really small cock and he tends to cum quickly, so getting fucked by him isn't all that big a deal to me. I really do love the man and the blow jobs I give him seem to keep him very happy. On my trips, I make sure that I get all the hot hard fucking, adventure and sexual satisfaction I need. I guess this way we both end up happy."

Kelly asked, "Aren't you worried that he might find out?"

"Yes, I do worry about that, so I try to be extremely careful. I rarely date men who are connected with the airlines. when I do, I have to know the man very well. He has to be married and he has to understand that it will only be a one night stand."

Tonya observed, "That's a good rule. It keeps you from accidentally building an emotional attachment to a guy who works with you."

Mandy asked, "So where do you meet the guys you date?"

"I'm not really sure that what I usually do can be called dating. Every city has one or two cocktail lounges that cater to the married but looking set. I find out where they are and I go there. The men I meet in those bars are almost always married, local residents who are cheating on their wives. They have a very strong motivation to be discreet and they're always content with a one night stand. They're also ecstatic when they find out that I already have a hotel room."

She laughed. "Most of those guys have to spend a lot of time fucking in the back seat of their cars."

Tonya grinned. "You and I are getting too old for that."

Denise nodded. "I'm certainly not as limber as I used to be." Giggling she added, "And I have absolutely no desire to accidentally start screwing a gear shift."

Everyone laughed.

After a moment, Denise smiled and said; "Hey, it was nice meeting all of you. I wish we had more time. I could easily spend the rest of the day talking to you, but I'd better get back to work. My partner is managing the coach cabin by himself right now."

Mandy reached out and touched her wrist. "Denise, before you go I have a question."

"Okay, but it needs to be a quick one."

"You mentioned that your husband never eats your pussy. I'm curious as to why he doesn't."

Denise stared at her for a moment and then she said, "I don't actually know very many men who are willing to go down on a woman."

Tonya shook her head in dismay. "Denise honey, are you telling us that you don't have anybody giving you head?"

"No, I guess not." She shrugged. "I never really thought much about it. I was raised in a small town in northern Missouri. All the guys I grew up with lived by the rule, real men don't dine at the Y." 

She paused for a moment and then she added, "I guess when I'm with a guy, you know, other than my husband; it's always all about his cock. I mean that's what I want, that's what I'm looking for. I want a big hard cock to play with and suck and most of all to fuck me. I've never really thought much about getting a guy to use his tongue. Sheila and I and some of the other girls too, love to talk about sex. We all read stories on the erotic Internet web sites and when were flying we spend our free time discussing those stories. We particularly enjoy the kinky ones." 

Smiling at us, Denise said; "You know the ones I'm talking about. We love the stories describing dominants and submissives, interracial sex, group sex, gang bangs; all the fantasy sex stories. " 

All of us nodded.

Kelly said, "We love reading those stories too. Timmy actually writes erotic stories."

Denise looked at me. "Really?"

I shrugged. "Yes, but I've never posted any of them."

"What are they about?"

"Mostly they're about cuckolding."

Denise was silent for a moment and then she said, "I've read some of those stories too. They excite me when I'm reading them, but then they make me feel bad. I guess they're a little too close to home for me."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Finally Tonya said, "I wish you could spend a little time with Timmy."

When I heard that my face flushed.

Denise looked at me for a moment and then she turned to Tonya. "Really? He is cute, but he's not exactly the kind of guy I'm normally looking for when I go out." She glanced back at me. "Sorry Timmy, I don't mean to offend you; but I'm more into the strong, muscular, athletic type."

Smiling at her, I said; "Not skinny little guys wearing pink panties?"

She giggled and smiled back at me.

Tonya said; "I understand that, but Timmy happens to be an artist with his tongue."

Keisha laughed. "My boy friend has an eleven inch cock. I love it and I never want to give it up, but I'll also never pass up an opportunity to play with Timmy."

Denise looked at Kelly. "Is he really that good?"

Kelly smiled. "Yes he is."

Denise turned and looked at me again. This new information was apparently causing her to do a quick reappraisal of me.

Behind her, Tonya said; "He has a very creative and energetic tongue and he's more than willing to use it to pleasure all of your most intimate places."

Denise gazed at the floor for a moment. She was obviously puzzled by Tonya's last comment. Suddenly her expression changed and she whispered, "Oh my". Then she looked at Kelly and asked. "He even licks you back there?"

Kelly grinned. "Yes he does and it feels really good."

Keisha giggled. "He has this thing where he uses both his fingers and his tongue at the same time. It is absolutely mind blowing."

This conversation was beginning to make me feel a little bit uncomfortable. It seemed like they were all talking about me like I was just a toy, maybe a dildo or a vibrator rather than a real person. As I considered that idea my submissive urges kicked in and I realized how incredibly humiliating and exciting this situation really was.

Denise was now staring at me.

Kelly looked up at her and asked, "Would you be interested in trying him?" She was smiling . I sensed that Kelly was asking the question for our benefit even more than Denise's. It was clear that she also fully understood the implications of offering me to another person like I was one of her possessions. I was certain that she was finding it every bit as exciting as I was.

Turning to Kelly, Denise said: "Would you really be willing to loan him to me?"

Still smiling, my wife answered; "Sure, in fact it would give me an opportunity to spend a night with my boyfriend without having to feel guilty about leaving Bunny at home alone." She giggled. "Maybe we could think of you as a baby sitter with benefits." 

Now fully turned around and kneeling on her seat, Keisha said; "Hey I want to be a baby sitter with benefits too."

Kelly waved to her. "Any time you want Keish." Then looking back at Denise, she asked; "Do you have a layover in our city tonight?"

Denise shook her head. "No, this flight continues on to San Francisco, but I am scheduled for a layover in your city next week. Maybe we could do it then."

Kelly opened her purse, took out one of her cards and handed it to Denise. "Call me, we'll set it up."

It wasn't a business card that my wife handed to Denise. It was one of her personal cards. The only information on it was Kelly's name, our home telephone number and her cell phone number. She'd been carrying these cards ever since I met her. Even when we were college sophomores she had them. She kept them in her purse so that when she met an attractive man she could easily give him her name and phone number.

Denise took the card. As she put it in the pocket of her apron, she said; "Thank you, I'll call you this weekend." Then looking around at everyone, she added; "I have thoroughly enjoyed meeting all of you. Maybe we could all get together some night when I have a layover in your city."




Courtesan Ch. 45



Behind her, Sheila said; "Hey I wanna be included in that too."

Laughing, Tonya said; "Don't worry Sheila, you'll also be invited and I promise that we'll find a really hot guy for both of you."

Denise smiled. "This all sounds wonderful, but now I really do need to get back to work." 

Reaching down, she gave me a quick pat on the wrist. "Timmy honey, I can't wait to babysit for you."

I smiled at her. She smiled back and then she turned and left.

As Denise disappeared through the curtain that separated the coach and first class sections of the airplane I looked at her full and incredibly gorgeous rear end. Realizing that it was very likely that my face would soon be buried between those luscious cheeks, my tiny penis stirred inside my panties. 

After Denise was gone I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. As I started to relax I began thinking about what she'd said. Some of her comments raised questions for me; difficult questions, questions that didn't have easy answers. As I thought about them, I began to realize that these questions might not have any answers at all. I was beginning to feel very unsettled.

"Timmy, what's the matter?"

I looked up. Kelly was watching me with a concerned expression. "Are you all right? Is something bothering you?"

Glancing around, I saw that everyone was watching us. I shook my head. "I'm okay, I'm just thinking about some of the things Denise told us."

"Babydoll, you look like you're upset. Are you angry because I told her she could have you for a night? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I was just trying to play our game. You understand, don't you? I was trying to treat you like a slave, my personal property, something I was free to loan out. Don't worry, if you don't want to do that, you don't have to. When Denise calls I'll just tell her that we're not going to be able to get together with her."

I smiled at Kelly. "Thank you, it's very kind of you to offer to do that, but that's not the problem. I understood that what you were doing was just part of our game and actually I did think it was pretty exciting. I'd love to spend an evening with Denise while you're out with Chris." I paused for a moment and then I added, "Except..."

"Except what sweetheart?"

"Except that she's married."

Kelly looked at me with a surprised expression. "So what? I'm married too and I play around with lots of different guys. You don't care about that, you never have. In fact you tell me that you like it. Are you now telling me that isn't true?"

"No, it's true now, but there was a time when I did care."

"When was that?"

"When I didn't know you were doing it."

In the seat in front of Kelly, Elvira said; "Kelly honey, I don't think that Timmy is upset because Denise sleeps with other men. He's upset because she's doing it and her husband doesn't know about it and that makes it cheating."

Kelly slowly nodded. "And the time that you say my playing around did bother you was during the year I was pretending to be faithful to you while I was actually working as a hostess."

"That's right, and that nearly destroyed our marriage."

Across the aisle Mandy said; "It did destroy my parent's marriage, or at least it destroyed it for seven long years."

Kelly shook her head. "But those were both different situations. I was trying to lead a double life. I was plagued by guilt because I had to lie to you every single day. I was also ashamed because I was obviously weak and pitifully incapable of remaining faithful to you. I ended up building a wall of anger and venom around me so that you wouldn't discover what a lying, cheating, loathsome human being I really was." My wife was suddenly near tears.

Elvira reached over the seat and gently patted Kelly's hand. "Honey, you and I are going to have to spend a little time together talking. You are one of the sweetest, most wonderful human beings that I've ever met. You made a few mistakes, got sucked into an ugly situation and had trouble getting out of it; but you eventually did. Sweetie, you have to stop beating yourself up about that." 

Giggling, Elvira added; "Actually, I have to say that I'm glad that you did get sucked into that situation."

Kelly looked at her in shock. "You are? Why?"

"Because, if you and Timmy hadn't had those problems, he never would have left you. If he didn't leave you, he wouldn't have had to go to work for Kirby and I never would have met any of you. Sweetheart everything happens for a reason."

Kelly smiled. There was a tear running down her cheek and she was still sniffling, but she was smiling. 

"And I never would have met my sweet Cookie and I would still be all alone." Tonya was smiling at Kelly while she held Kirby's hand."

"And Antoine and I wouldn't be getting married either."

Tonya looked at Keisha. "What do you mean? You both already knew each other."

Keisha shrugged. "Maybe we would have eventually figured it out, but I know this for a fact. Seeing how happy Kelly and Timmy were and then watching you and Kirby get together, well it made us realize that maybe being alone wasn't such a good idea. Toine and I have been best friends for over two years. We already spent all of our free time together. You guys just finally helped us admit to ourselves that we love each other."

Mandy quietly said, "My mother's situation wasn't the same as Denise's either."

Elvira looked at her and asked, "Why do you say that sweetheart?"

"Denise takes care of her husband. She loves him and gives him lots of blow jobs. When she's not traveling for her job she spends all of her time with him." Mandy paused and then she took a deep breath and blurted out, "My mother allowed another man get her pregnant!"

Everyone was silent. I don't think anybody knew exactly what to say. After a moment Keisha sat back down in her chair and put her arm around Mandy's shoulders. At the same time, Wendell Tyler stood up, walked across the aisle, knelt down next to her and held her hand.

Tonya quietly said, "Your mother was young and she made a mistake. We all make mistakes. She's trying to make up for it now."

"Mandy honey, if she hadn't made that mistake, we wouldn't have you and our family would be incomplete." Elvira looked around. "You do all understand that we're now a family."

Tonya smiled. "And we're the best kind of family, because we picked each other."

Suddenly Mandy looked up at Elvira and smiled at her. "Ellie you're right. If my mother hadn't gotten pregnant by that other man I wouldn't exist and if she and my father hadn't split up I never would have run off to Las Vegas and started working as a stripper and a prostitute. I never would have become Caldwell Brunner's slave and he would never have introduced me to Martin Jackson. If I hadn't met Martin, I never would have met any of you and all of you are the best friends a person could ever hope to find. You're right Ellie, everything must happen for a reason."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy, I think we should cut Denise a little slack. She's trying to be good and all that any of us can do is try to be good."

Mandy smiled. "That's right, she might be withholding a few key details about her life away from home; but she's trying to be the best wife she can be, to the husband she's got."

Tonya nodded. "I agree, some people make wonderful mates, but they're simply not very good sex partners. It sounds like Clifford is one of those people. Denise is doing everything she can to keep both of them satisfied without hurting either of them."

Realizing that Mandy was once again doing fine Mr. Tyler patted the back of her hand, stood up and returned to his seat. As he sat down he said, "The issue about Denise's lack of truthfulness to her husband still remains."

Everyone looked at him.

He quietly continued. "When considering this issue we have to ask the question, is lying inherently wrong? As a step towards trying answer that question I would pose this rather extreme and kind of silly situation. Imagine that a vicious monster from outer space lands on our planet and begins eating all of the children under the age of eight. In a desperate attempt to save their children, the people of your town gather all of their offspring together and hide them in a secret place deep in the woods. You, along with all the other adults in your town know the location of the hiding place. One day, while walking through the town you encounter the monster. He's hungry and desperately searching for the children. He stops you and asks if you know where the children are hidden. Do you lie or do you tell the truth?"

Shaking her head, Tonya said; "Of course you lie, but that's an extreme situation."

Mr. Tyler nodded. "Of course it is, so let's consider Denise's situation." He paused for a moment and then he said, "We have to begin by assuming that everything she told us is true."

Looking at him with a skeptical expression, Mandy asked; "Why?"

"Because it's the only information that we have about her situation. If we later learn that she wasn't being truthful, we'll have to go back and reevaluate our conclusions."

As I listened to Mr. Tyler I began to understand how this man became a billionaire.

"Denise told us that her husband is a bright man, a fine father and a good provider for the family. She also told us that she loves the man. The only problem that she has with him is that he's an inadequate lover. I think that most of us are aware that in this country, sexual problems are one of the leading causes of divorce. Denise could choose to remain faithful to her husband, but it's very likely that her sexual frustration would eventually manifest itself as anger, resentment and hostility. These are feelings that have a high probability of destroying an otherwise positive relationship with her husband. That would very likely leave her two teenage daughters with a broken family."

Mr Tyler looked at all of us. So far, no one was challenging his analysis of the situation.

Continuing, he said; "Denise found a solution that saves her marriage. Her job demands that she spend some nights away from her family. It's an opportunity for her to discreetly find physical satisfaction with other men and she takes advantage of it. When she is at home, she's a very attentive wife who goes to great lengths to insure that her husband is happy and well satisfied."

Mr. Tyler paused. After a moment he smiled and said, "But she's faced with a dilemma. She could be blunt and truthful with her husband and explain to him that he's an inadequate lover and in order for her to be happy she has to seek satisfaction in the arms of other men."

Keisha shook her head. "Most men would probably divorce her on the spot."

Nodding, Mr. Tyler said, "Or she can choose to keep him blissfully in the dark, knowing that if she follows the rules she laid out to us, it is highly unlikely that he will ever find out about her trysts."

Kelly shook her head. "Denise is in a unique situation. Because she travels so much she can have her liaisons without taking any time or attention away from her husband and her family. Most women can't do that."

Mr. Tyler smiled. "I agree, but the only situation we're discussing right now is Denise's. Each of us is entitled to be judged on the individual circumstances in which we find ourselves and how we behave when we're confronted by those circumstances."

Everyone was quiet. After a moment I looked at Kelly and said, "I think that if Denise calls this weekend we should invite her to get together with us."

Kelly nodded. "I think we should too."

After that discussion, we all went back to work on the report about Kelly's date for the evening. By focusing our attention and working together we managed to finish it just as the plane was landing.

When we reached the arrival pick up area five JTandR Lincolns were waiting to take us home. Kelly and I noticed that Elvira got into Mr. Tyler's Lincoln, that made both of us smile.



Courtesan Ch. 46



This is the forty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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.



It was almost four o'clock by the time Kelly and I arrived at our house. As soon as we were inside Kelly looked at me and said, "I don't know about you, but I could use a nap."

I smiled. "I could too." 

As we walked to the bedroom I asked, "What time are you supposed to meet Allen Richmond?" Allen Richmond was the name of the investor from Seattle. The man Kelly was scheduled to entertain that night.

"John, Martin and Wendell are planning to take him to dinner at the Goldenrod at 6:30. They told me that they'll have him in my suite at the Calvert at 8:30."

"Are you planning to have dinner at The Goldenrod tonight?"

"No, this evening I'm the only one working. Unless you want to join me I'd have to eat alone." She looked at me. "Would you like to have dinner at The Goldenrod? It would be on the firm's tab."

"If that's what you'd like to do, I will; but I'd rather eat at home."

Kelly smiled. "So would I. Do you have anything in the freezer? It would be nice if you didn't have to go to the store."

"I just happen to have two small tenderloins."

"Do we have any baking potatoes?"

"Yes we do."

"I want to be sure that I'm on time for my date with Allen, so I should leave for the Calvert by 7:30. You should have dinner ready at 6:30."

Kelly walked over, put her arms around me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. "That gives us plenty of time for a little training session followed by a nice nap."

"A training session?"

"Don't you remember? This morning you told me that you wanted to learn how to last a little longer when we're fooling around."

Nodding, I said; "And you told me that you thought you could train me like a coach trains an athlete."

Kelly smiled. "That's right and this afternoon we're going to begin that training. Our first session is going to focus on how to delay an orgasm while receiving a hot sloppy blow job." She winked at me. "A long slow, hot sloppy blow job."

Giving my butt a quick pat, she said, "Take the steaks out of the freezer and get the potatoes ready for the oven. While you're doing that I'm going to lay out the lingerie and business suit I'm planning to wear this evening."

I grinned at her. "I'm on it."

As I turned to go to the kitchen, Kelly asked, "Do we have any frozen vegetables?"

"We have both broccoli and green beans."

"Let's have green beans, broccoli sometimes gives me gas."

I laughed. "We certainly want to avoid that tonight, don't we."

"Yes we do." Kelly was giggling.

While I was scrubbing the potatoes, the telephone rang. I picked it up and said, "Kelly Mason's residence."

"Timmy, this is Tonya."

"Hi Tonya, do you want to talk to Kelly?"

"No I can talk to you. Timmy, Barry called me on my cell phone while we were riding home in the Lincoln this afternoon. He told me that he found a very interesting house for us to look at."

"Tonya, that's great news. When can we see it?"

"I made a tentative appointment for ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Is that too early?"

"Hold on a minute, I'll check with Kelly." 

Hanging on to the telephone, I ran to the bedroom. Kelly was holding up a black garter belt. "Kelly, it's Tonya. Barry the realtor called her this afternoon. He has another house for us to look at."

Kelly set the garter belt down on the bed. "Let me talk to her."

I handed Kelly the telephone.

"Hi Tonnie, this is exciting. What did Barry tell you about the house?"

Kelly listened for a moment and then she said, "This really does sound interesting. When can we see it?"

"Yes, ten o'clock will be just fine." Turning to me, Kelly said; "Timmy there's a pen and paper on my makeup table. Write down this address."

I picked up the pen.

Kelly said, "1214 Oak Grove Drive." 

She watched as I wrote the address on the note pad. As soon as I was finished she said; "Tonya, we'll meet you there in the morning. Yes, I agree, this is very exciting."

I tapped my wife's shoulder. She looked at me. 

"Kelly, I need to talk to Tonya again."

Kelly nodded to me and then she said, "Tonnie, Timmy wants to talk to you again."

"I'll see you tomorrow Tonnie." Kelly listened. After a moment she laughed. "Yes, I'll make sure that Allen has a very good time tonight. Here's Timmy." 

Kelly handed the telephone back to me.

"Tonya, I need to ask you something."

"All right.'

"Last night, after everyone went to bed, I had a long talk with Martin Jackson." 

"Really? What did you talk about?"

"Lots of things and I can tell you all about them tomorrow morning, but right now I have a question for you."

"Okay."

"Mr. Jackson would like to live in the house with us..."

"What did you just say?" Tonya's voice reflected her surprise.

"Mr. Jackson would like to have an apartment in the house. He'd like to live with us."

"Martin?" Tonya paused for a moment and then she said, "I never thought...I mean he's a billionaire."

"He is, but so is Mr. Tyler and he's going to live in the house."

"Yes, but Wendell wants to live there so that he can be with Elvira." She paused. "And Wendell is different than Martin. He's more congenial. Martin is always so aloof, so businesslike, even during sex. Timmy, we work for him. He's like the czar of JTandR. Why would he want to live with us?"

"Tonya, do you remember how lonely you were before you met Kirby?"

She quietly answered, "Yes I do."

"Mr. Jackson is just as lonely. Tonya, we're the only real friends he has"

Tonya sighed. "I do love him and I know that he would do anything in the world for me and I'd definitely do anything in the world for him. It's just hard for me to imagine that he really wants to be my friend. Timmy, I'm just an old whore."

"Tonya, you're the sweetest, most wonderful old whore I've ever met."

Laughing, Tonya asked; "Timmy, how many old whores have you actually met?"

"Truthfully, I haven't met any. I consider you to be an elegant and sophisticated courtesan in the prime of her life."

Still laughing Tonya said, "And you, my good friend, are a devilishly cute charmer."

Tonya paused again and then she said, "Timmy, I'm still not sure I understand why he wants to live with us; but if he does, I think Martin would make a wonderful roommate. I would love to have him in the house with us and I'm quite certain that Kirby, Elvira and Wendell would all agree with that."

"Tonya, have you already called Keisha and Antoine."

"No, I'm planning to call them next."

"When you call them would you please ask them about Mr. Jackson?"

"I will Timmy, but I'm fairly sure that they'll feel the same way. Both of them love Martin."

Tonya was silent for a moment and then she said, "Timmy, what about Mandy? This might be hard for her. She's in love with Martin."

"I know, but I think that problem might be resolved tonight."

"What does that mean Timmy?"

"I'm sorry Tonnie, but this discussion will have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Timmy, you can't tease me like this."

"Tonnie, let's just say that tonight the decision about Mr. Jackson and Mandy's future is going to be entirely up to Mandy."

"Are you telling me that..."

"I'm not telling you anything Tonya. We all have to wait until tomorrow to see what happens."

"Does this mean that Mandy won't be living with you and Kel."

"Tonnie, we have to wait until tomorrow."

Tonya laughed. "Timmy, you're a good friend, but you are pathetic gossip."

Kelly grabbed the telephone out of my hand. "Tonnie, leave my poor babydoll alone. He's trying to be a friend to both you and Martin. The impression he just gave you is correct, but you can't say anything to anyone but Kirby."

"No, especially not Keisha or Elvira. Keisha can't keep a secret and Elvira would tell Wendell. Wendell is Martin's best friend. If Mandy accepts, Martin should be allowed to tell Wendell himself."

"Thanks Tonnie, I knew you'd understand. We'll see you tomorrow morning at the house. Bye."

Kelly turned off the telephone and smiled as she handed it to me. "Timmy honey, I think it's generally a good idea to leave the gossiping to me."

I went back to the kitchen. After I put the telephone away I finished seasoning the steaks. Once that was done I washed the potatoes and placed them in the oven. As soon as everything was ready I rejoined Kelly in the bedroom.

She was sitting at her makeup table brushing out her long blond hair. She was naked. Her jeans, blouse, panties and bra were lying in a heap near the closet door. 

As soon as I saw Kelly I stopped and stared. My wife is a stunningly beautiful woman. Just watching her as she goes through the hum drum activities of daily life is a pleasure. When she's naked those simple activities become intensely erotic. 

Kelly turned. When she saw me staring she said; "I hope Allen reacts just like that when I dance naked for him tonight."

I slowly shook my head. "I can't imagine that any normal red blooded male wouldn't stare when he sees you naked."

Flashing me a quick smile, Kelly said; "You're sweet." And then she glanced at the pile of dirty clothes on the floor and added. "Be a good little slave and pick those up for me."

My entire body tingled with excitement as I submissively answered; "Yes Ms. Mason, right away."

Kelly watched as I obediently picked up her dirty clothes and deposited them in the laundry basket in the closet, Once I was done she casually observed; "Having a slave really is one of life's little luxuries." 

That made me smile. Kelly could easily have put her clothes in the laundry basket herself. In fact, she generally does take care of that chore. However, she occasionally enjoys a gratuitous display of her dominance, especially when we're about to have sex. This was one of those occasions. I, of course, enjoyed it every bit as much as she did.

As soon as I'd completed Kelly's little chore she said; "Bunny, take off your clothes. It's time for you to be naked." The tone of my wife's voice and the use of my slave name made it clear that this was an order and not a request.

I eagerly complied. Once I was undressed, I deposited my clothes in the same basket where I'd just put Kelly's clothes. After that was done, I returned and stood in front of Kelly waiting for her next direction. I was excited. My tiny penis was sticking straight out.

Noticing my erection, Kelly grinned and said; "My, my, my; someone is certainly excited about his impending training session." 

I smiled at her.

She stood up, walked over to me and took my hand. As she led me to the bed she said in a very sweet voice; "Babydoll, this is going to be fun. Lie down and make yourself comfortable. Coach Kelly is going to take care of everything."

As I sat down I grinned at her and asked; "Coach Kelly? What happened to Ms. Mason?"

"That was just a little domination game to get us both in the mood." Kelly picked up my hand and placed it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am right now, it worked for me."

My fingers touched Kelly's sex. She was already moist. I gently massaged her cleft with my finger tips; but when I tried to enter her, she grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "You can touch me and rub me and later I'll let you kiss me and lick me there, but you may not enter me. Tonight I want to be fresh for Allen."

Staring at Kelly, I obediently said; "I understand." I was very serious.

Kelly smiled at me and gently stroked my cheek. "Timmy, I love you so much. I wish I could stay home with you tonight."

"But you can't and I'm sure you'll have fun with Allen. He's a new man. You've never had him before and we both know how excited you get when you're going to have someone knew."

Kelly kissed me and then she gently pushed me down on the bed and straddled my head. As I looked up at her glistening sex she said; "Timmy, I'm so excited about Allen. I can't wait to see his cock. I hope it's big."

"I hope it is too."

"Do you Timmy? Do you want Allen to be a good lover for me?"

"Breathlessly I answered; "Yes, I want you to have a wonderful evening with him." 

Leaning a little to her left, Kelly looked back at me and asked. "I'm going to do a strip tease for him and then I'm going to kneel on the bed next to him and let him play with my breasts while I suck his cock. Do you think he'll like that Timmy?"

"You're taunting me. I thought this was supposed to be a training session."

Kelly sighed and then she rolled off of me. Pressing her body against mine she draped an arm across my chest and nuzzled my neck. "I'm sorry Babydoll. When I know I'm about to spend an evening with a guy it's really hard for me to keep from thinking about him."

I rolled over on my side and lay facing Kelly. "I know that and I also realize that this is a very important date."

"Yes it is."

"Why don't we save the training session for tomorrow night."

"Would it be all right if we did that?"

"Yes, it would be just fine. Will you still get me off before you go?"

"Of course I will silly."

We kissed. It was a gentle kiss, but it was long and slow and filled with love and passion. When our lips finally parted I smiled and stared into Kelly's eyes. Placing my hand on her naked breast, I asked; "Are you going to let Allen touch you here?"

Realizing that I was playing with her, Kelly stared back at me and whispered; "Yes."

I rolled her nipple between my fingertips. "Are you going to let Allen do this to you?"

"Yes I am. Is that all right? Do I have your permission to let him do that?"

"Yes, you know you do." I was excited. My voice was a raspy whisper.

Kelly removed my hand from her breast and pulled it down to that most intimate place between her thighs. "I'm going to let him touch me here too."

"He'll like that." I pressed my fingers into her cleft. Kelly was even wetter now than she had been earlier. 

My wife tightened her grasp around my wrist. "Remember Timmy, you can't put your fingers in me, not until later, not until after Allen has had me."

"Are you going to let Allen put his fingers inside you?"

"Yes, of course I am. I'm going to let him put his cock inside me too. Timmy, I'm going to let him fuck me; but before he fucks me I'm going to suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth. Is that all right Timmy? Is it okay with you if I suck Allen's cock and then let him fuck me?"

Kelly was staring into my eyes. We were both trying to pretend that we were serious. Suddenly she started to giggle. That made me laugh and when I started laughing Kelly burst into laughter too.

Throwing her arms around me, Kelly rolled me over on my back, crawled on top of me and started smothering me with kisses. "Timothy Jamieson, I love you so much."

I grinned up at my wife. "I love you too Kelly Mason."

Kelly kissed me one more time and then she spun around and moved back so that we were in a sixty-nine position. I was surprised. This was something we'd never done before. When I'm giving Kelly head she likes to be able to focus all of her attention on the pleasure she's receiving from me. I also cum so quickly that I don't think either of us ever thought there was much reason to try to do a sixty-nine. 

During the past two weeks Keisha, Tonya, Kelly and Mandy had all sat on my face while another one of them sucked my cock, but that's not same thing as doing a sixty-nine with one person. "

When I felt Kelly put my cock in her mouth I quietly said, "Kelly, you know that we've never done this before."

She sat up and turned so that she was looking at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yes." And then I smiled as I added, "I guarantee you that I'd remember it if we had."

Kelly thought for moment and then she frowned. "I'm sorry Timmy. I didn't really realize that..."

I patted her hand. "No, it's all right. In fact I'd prefer it if you'd just play with my cock while I lick you."

Shaking her head, Kelly said, "But Timmy, that really wouldn't be fair."

I smiled at her. "That's right and I think it makes it more exciting if it's not fair."

Kelly giggled and as she giggled she scooted back and pressed her now very wet cunt into my face. "All right pussy boy, eat me. If you do a good job and get me off, I might just be willing to jerk you off when were done."

We were both so excited that it only took me a minute or two to make Kelly cum. As soon as she recovered from her orgasm she rolled off of me and repositioned herself so that her face was directly over my extremely stiff penis. 

As she leaned over and took me in her mouth, I said; "Hey, I thought you were only going to jerk me off."

Kelly took my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say; "Sorry big boy, I lied."

That was the first time I'd ever ejaculated while Kelly and I were both laughing.

We lay quietly in bed cuddling. After a few minutes Kelly glanced at the clock on the night table and said; "I wish I could lie here all night. but I can't." Her disappointment was evident in her voice.

I watched as she sat up and stretched. Her long blond hair, beautiful face and sweet smile captivated me. My wife was a goddess, my goddess. 

Kelly stood up. My gaze drifted to her large firm breasts and flat stomach and then lower to the cleft of her shaved pussy. My breath caught and my tiny penis again began to stir. Any noble thoughts I'd been harboring had just been squashed by my animal urges.

Noticing my renewed excitement, Kelly giggled and said; "Down boy, no more for you until after I get home from my date with Allen."

Disappointed, but fully understanding, I reluctantly nodded.

Kelly walked over to her dresser, opened her purse and took out my chastity cage. As she returned to the bed and sat down next to me she said; "We'd better get this back on you before that beast between your legs wakes up again."

I didn't try to argue or protest. I just sat on the bed and compliantly allowed Kelly to slip the plastic cage around my balls and over my still flaccid penis. After snapping the lock shut she nuzzled my ear and whispered, "Knowing that you're at home helplessly locked in your chastity cage while I'm having fun with Allen is going to make tonight even more exciting for me."

Bowing politely, I said; "Ms. Mason, your pleasure is my pleasure."

Kelly grinned. "Timmy honey, are you enjoying our life as much as I am?"

I smiled at her. "Maybe even more."

Giggling, Kelly stood up and extended her hand. "Come on cuckboy, I need to take a shower. You can bathe me."

I took Kelly's hand. As she pulled me up to my feet, she said; "Timmy do you think Allen will be handsome?" 

I smiled. In her usual fashion my wife was starting to focus all of her thoughts and attention on her approaching date. As we walked to the bathroom I said; "The report told us that he's fifty-four, so he is older."

"I find older businessmen attractive."

"I know you do."

"They're almost always very distinguished looking."

I grinned at Kelly and turned on the shower. While I was adjusting the water temperature I said, "The report also mentioned that he plays racquetball every day, so he's probably in pretty good shape."

Kelly stepped into the tub. As I lathered up the bath sponge and started washing her neck and shoulders she sighed and wistfully said, "I can't wait to run my hands over Allen's naked body."

My wife wasn't trying to taunt me. All of her attention was now completely focused on Allen. She was like a teenage girl getting ready to go out on her first date. All she could think about was the man she'd be entertaining later that evening.




Courtesan Ch. 46



Bathing a beautiful naked woman while your penis is locked in a chastity cage is an experience. I'm certain that most men would find it to be intolerably frustrating. For a submissive masochist it's unbelievably exciting, especially when the woman he's bathing is fantasizing about having sex with another man.

As soon as I was finished bathing her, Kelly stepped out of the tub and stood still while I dried her with a large, fluffy bath towel. After I helped her into her terry cloth bathrobe she returned to the bedroom while I took a quick shower. 

When I walked into the bedroom Kelly was sitting at her makeup table applying her eye shadow. As I slipped into a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt I asked; "Are you ready for dinner?"

"Yes, you can start it now. I'll be done here in a few minutes."

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

"No thank you, but a cup of herb tea would be nice." 

Kelly was distant now, almost aloof. She was clearly in full date mode. A week ago this detached attitude would have hurt my feelings, but now I understood. When my wife entertained a man she was able to completely focus her attention on him. This was why she was such a good hostess. This was why the firm was relying on her to enchant Allen Richmond this evening. 

The table was already set, the steaks were under the broiler and I was placing the green beans in the microwave when Kelly entered the kitchen. She was still wearing her terry cloth bathrobe but it was loosely tied and I noticed that underneath it she was now dressed in the lingerie she was going to wear while she entertained Allen.

As I placed a cup of herb tea in front of Kelly I casually observed, "I see you chose black lingerie for tonight."

After taking a sip of her tea, Kelly said, "Yes, a black garter belt and stockings get most older men very excited." 

I winked at her. "Most young men think they're pretty hot too."

After flashing me a polite smile Kelly picked up the morning paper and began perusing the front page. I shrugged and returned my attention to finishing the dinner preparations. A week ago a cool response like the one she just gave me would have hurt my feelings and made me wonder what was bothering her. Now I understood the situation. 

While I worked, I watched my wife out of the corner of my eye. Kelly was nervous and on edge. She reminded me of an athlete trying to kill the last few hours before an important game. Primed and ready, she wanted the action to start; but the game was still two hours away. This was frustrating for her and she was anxiously looking for ways to pass the time.

During dinner we talked about Tonya and Kirby, Mandy and Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Elvira, Keisha and Antoine and of course, the house we were going to look at in the morning. While it was all interesting conversation and helped pass the time, it was just small talk. I felt like I only had a small fraction of my wife's attention. I understood and wasn't bothered..

After dinner I cleaned the kitchen while Kelly finished reading the newspaper. She could have moved into the living room, but she didn't. Instead, she chose to stay with me. That made me feel good. While my wife's thoughts may have been focused on her date for the evening, it was clear that anxious or not, she still wanted to spend the time she was at home with me. 

The second the clock hit 7:10 Kelly put the newspaper aside and stood up. "I'd better touch up my makeup and hair and put on my suit."

I nodded.

While Kelly was in the bedroom I kept myself busy by picking up in the living room.

At 7:25 Kelly returned from the bedroom. I was dusting the coffee table. As soon as I saw her I smiled and set down my dust cloth. My wife was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a gray tweed business suit with a conservative skirt that came to just above her knees. Under her suit jacket she wore a bright red satin blouse that was the perfect compliment to her milky white skin and long golden hair. Her black nylon stockings and three inch stiletto heels added a subtle hint of sexuality to her otherwise austere business attire.

As I gazed at my wife, I thought to myself that while leather miniskirts and halter tops are certainly sexy, a beautiful woman dressed to the nines in a dignified business suit has a sophisticated allure that will capture the attention and stimulate the imagination of any mature male.

Kelly set her purse on the end table next to the couch and did a quick pirouette. "Do you think Allen will approve?"

Suddenly feeling very submissive, I said; "Ms. Mason, when he sees you, he's going to be overwhelmed with uncontrollable desire."

Immediately grasping the significance of my use of her formal name, Kelly lasciviously licked her lips and walked over to me. Staring into my eyes she reached under my tee shirt and sensually circled each of my nipples with her fingertips. "Bunny, I want you to be a good boy and behave yourself while I'm entertaining Allen tonight."

My breath caught. So excited that I could barely speak, I answered in a raspy whisper; "Yes Ms. Mason, I promise."

Kelly continued staring into my eyes as she grasped my right nipple and gave it a gentle twist. "If you do behave yourself I'll give you a nice reward when I get home."

"Ms. Mason, I'll be very good."

Kelly suddenly broke character and threw her arms around my shoulders. As she held me she said; "Timmy, I love you so much. Please don't ever forget that and please don't be sad while I'm gone tonight."

"I won't forget it Kel, I won't ever forget it and I also promise that I won't be sad."

Kelly kissed me. It was a long, passionate kiss. When we finally broke apart I looked at her and said, "I think I just smeared your lipstick."

Kelly smiled. "I'll fix it at a stop light on my way to the Calvert." She started giggling. "Actually, it won't really matter, I'm sure that Allen will smear it again as soon as I get into the hotel room."

We grinned at each other. After a moment I took a deep breath and kissed my wife's cheek. "Knock him dead tonight Kel."

Kelly winked at me. "Don't worry Timmy, I will."

I patted her butt. "You'd better get going. You don't want to make Allen wait."

Kelly gave me another quick kiss and then she picked up her purse. As I followed her through the kitchen to the door leading into the garage she said; "I'm guessing that I'll be home around 11:30, but it might me later."

"I'll be up."

Kelly opened the door to her Mercedes. Standing next to it she looked back and said; "Timmy, you don't have to wait up for me."

"I want to wait up for you."

She smiled. "Thank you, I'd like that."

"Call me when you're leaving the Calvert."

"I will. " Kelly paused for a moment and then she added, "Timmy I love you."

"I love you too Kel."

My wife got into her car and pressed the remote button that opened the garage door. 

I followed Kelly as she backed her car out of the garage, down the driveway and out into the street. It was now early November. The evening was dark and chilly, but I didn't care. I stood at the end of our driveway and watched my wife drive away. I waved when she turned the corner at the end of the block, but I didn't go back inside the house until long after Kelly's Mercedes had completely disappeared from my view.

As soon as I was back in the house I walked straight to the hall closet, pulled out the vacuum cleaner and went to work.

Don't misunderstand what was happening. This wasn't one of those situations where the evil hot wife makes her poor cuckold husband wash the bathroom floor with his toothbrush while she's out partying with another man. While it was true that Kelly and I had both chosen a life style in which I was responsible for most of the household chores, she hadn't given me a list of tasks that I was required to complete while she was out enjoying herself. I could have elected to watch television, read a book or even write a story while she was gone.

I was choosing to clean the house for two reasons. One was very simple and the other was just a little more complicated.

First of all, the house needed a good cleaning. The events of the previous two weeks had been both stressful and time consuming. I'd had neither the energy nor the opportunity to do anything other than a few cursory pick ups. This was a chance to catch up on some chores that I'd been forced to let slide. 

The other reason, as I just said, was a bit more complicated. One of the greatest problems faced by a cuckold husband is how to pass those insufferably long hours while his wife is out on a date. It is an emotionally charged time filled with feelings of lust, excitement, anxiety, envy, self doubt, longing and for brief moments, even pain and anguish.

A diversion is absolutely essential. Trying to read a book or watch television rarely works. It's simply too easy for your mind to wander. Writing an erotic story about what Kelly and her date for the evening are doing has always been effective; but I'd just done that a few days earlier. Another story about what was, for the most part, the same situation, would have been redundant.

The two spinster aunts who raised me had another solution. Proponents of that old fashioned belief that hard work is good for the soul, they both contended that during periods of stress, anxiety or anguish a person should get busy. 

I took their advice. I started in the living room and when I was done I moved on to the dining room, the den, our bedroom and both bathrooms. By the time I was finished with all of the rooms it was almost eleven o'clock and I was exhausted. 

After taking another shower, I put on clean panties, jeans and a tee shirt. Once I was dressed I made myself a cup of herb tea, turned on the television, sat down and waited for Kelly to come home. 

At 11:20 the telephone rang. I picked it up. "Hello, Kelly Mason's residence."

"Hi Timmy."

"Hi Kelly, are you all done?"

"Yes, I'm in my car. I'm just leaving downtown. I should be home in about twenty minutes."

"Be careful, it's Friday night. There are a lot of drunks on the road right now."

"I'll be careful Timmy."

"Did you have a good time?"

There was a brief pause and then Kelly said, "Yes, I had a very good time. Allen is an extremely handsome man."

I smiled, but of course behind that smile a stew of emotions were boiling in my gut. They were the same emotions that confront any willing cuckold when he hears that his wife enjoyed her evening out with another man. You know the ones I'm talking about. I mentioned them earlier; lust, excitement, anxiety, envy, self doubt, longing and for little zest our emotional stew is almost always seasoned with a smattering of pain and anguish. Ah, the trials and tribulations of being a submissive masochistic cuckold. It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

Quickly pulling myself back together, I said; "I'm glad to hear that you had fun."

"Are you Timmy? I mean I'm always worried that you're going to be sad when I'm out with another man."

"I guess I was a little sad, but that's because I missed you and I am happy that you had fun with Allen."

"I missed you too babydoll. It seems like we haven't gotten to spend very much time together lately. You know what I'm talking about, alone time."

"Yes I know, but maybe now our lives will settle down a little and we'll get some more time to ourselves."

"I hope so, I'd really like that."

"I would too Kelly. Hey, you'd better hang up. I don't want you to get into a car accident. I'd hate to have to spend the rest of the night sitting in a hospital emergency room waiting area."

Kelly laughed. "Okay." There was a pause. After a moment she said, "Timmy."

"Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you too Kelly."

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

"I'll be waiting for you."

Fifteen minutes later I heard the garage door open and then a moment after that it closed again. When Kelly walked into the house I was waiting for her in the kitchen. She was still beautiful. She had combed her blond hair and repaired her makeup. She didn't look like a woman coming home after several hours of hot sex in a hotel room. I did notice that her nylon stockings were missing.

As soon as my wife saw me she smiled. "How long have you been standing here?"

"Ever since you called."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "You have not."

Grinning at her, I said; "Okay I admit it, I lied. I was sitting at the dining room table reading the sports page. When I heard the garage door open I came into the kitchen so I could greet you."

Kelly ran to me and threw her arms around my shoulders. While she kissed me she said; "Well, it's time for you to greet me."

After I kissed her back she grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the kitchen. "Come on Timmy; I'm beat, but I'd still like to play for a little while before we go to sleep."

As soon as we were in the bedroom Kelly started undressing. When she took off her skirt I saw that she wasn't only missing her nylon stockings, she was also missing her panties. 

Handing her suit jacket, blouse and skirt to me, she said; "Hang these up in my closet."

While I was doing that I asked. "What happened to your nylon stockings and thong?"

"Allen has them."

"Both your nylons and your panties?" I was a little surprised. While Kelly had told me that some of the men she entertained liked to keep her panties as a souvenir, this was the first time I'd ever heard of guy keeping her nylons too."

Kelly grinned at me. "Allen turned out to be just a bit kinky."

"Really? Tell me?"

"He has a both a foot fetish and a nylon stocking fetish."

"How did you figure that out?"

"He told me."

"He told you?"

"That's right. He wasn't at all shy about it either. I'm certain that John, Martin and Wendell explained to him that I had a very adventurous attitude about sex and would be open to doing almost anything that didn't involve physical harm."

"So how did he tell you that he has a foot fetish?"

"After I finished doing a strip tease for him he asked if he could kiss my feet. Of course I said yes. I mean, I really wanted him to have a good time."

I nodded.

"So I lay down on the bed and relaxed while he kissed and licked my nylon stocking covered toes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I did. Occasionally you like to kiss and lick my feet too, but for you I think it's more of a demonstration of your subservience. Allen really got into it. He made love to my feet for almost a half hour." Kelly smiled. "I spread my legs and masturbated for him while he was doing it. That made it even more fun. When he was finished I jacked him off with my toes. That drove him absolutely wild."

I chuckled. "I'll bet it did." I thought for a moment and then I asked, "Was Allen submissive?"

"A guess a little, but not as much as you and Mandy. After I finished jacking him off with my toes he did lick his cum off of my feet."

"That's a pretty submissive act."

"It is, but after we cuddled for a little while he let me give him a blow job while he played with my tits and then he finished the evening by fucking me. I think he was more just a guy with a foot fetish." 

"Did he have a big cock?"

"It was nice, but it wasn't huge. It was about the same size as Tyler's." Kelly smiled at me. "Like Tyler, Allen really knew how to use his cock and he could last too. He must have fucked me for over a half an hour." Giggling she added. "Between last night and tonight, my pussy can definitely use a vacation."

I laughed. "Where do pussies go when they take a vacation?"

Kelly stared at me. After a moment she started giggling and answered in a voice filled with exaggerated seriousness. "It's not where they go, it's what they like to do that matters."

Still laughing, I asked; "And what do pussies like to do when they go on vacation?"

Kelly grinned at me. "Get oral massages."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Would your pussy like to take a vacation right now?"

"That would be very nice. Do you think we might be able to locate a skilled oral masseur at this time of night?"

"I just happen to be a highly trained oral masseur."

Kelly looked at me. "Highly trained?"

"Oh yes, during my last three years in college I spent most of my evenings studying under the famous sex therapist, Melody Mason."

Feigning amazement Kelly said, "The notorious Melody Mason? The renowned blow job queen of Kelroy College."

"One in the same."

"You were trained by her?"

"That is correct."

"You must be very skilled."

"Oh I am."

Kelly looked at me. "I would love to engage your services, but you're not appropriately dressed for work." 

"How should a skilled oral masseur be dressed?"

Grinning, Kelly said; "The oral masseurs that I employ always work naked."

"Give me a moment." I quickly undressed and hung my clothes in the closet. 

When I returned Kelly took a moment to make an exaggerated inspection of me. After it was completed she nodded approvingly and said, "Much better, now you do look like a highly skilled oral masseur" 

That made me grin. Bowing politely, I said; "Thank you Ms. Mason."

Kelly answered in an equally formal tone of voice. "You're welcome Mr. Jamieson." Then she walked over to our bed, sat down and propped up two pillows. After lying back and spreading her legs, she wiggled her finger at me and said, "Time to go to work big boy."

I glanced down at my chastity cage and asked, "Is there any chance you might remove this before I start?"

Emphatically shaking her head, Kelly answered; "Certainly not! It's my understanding that all the great oral masseurs perform they're services while they're locked in chastity."

I laughed. "How could I have forgotten that?"

Giggling, Kelly said; "Mr. Jamieson, there are times when I'm quite amazed by the lapses in your memory."

I looked at Kelly and said, "You do understand that it's almost impossible for a skilled oral masseur to properly do his job while he's laughing."

"Then I suggest that we end this silly conversation and you take a moment to pull yourself together so that you can get your cute little tush over here and start eating my pussy."

"That, my dear wife, is a remarkably astute suggestion."

I quickly joined Kelly on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. She sighed as I slid forward and gave her pussy a gentle kiss. When she felt me push my tongue into the already moist cleft between her ravaged lips she breathlessly said; "Oh yes, after two tough nights of work, this is exactly what I need."

I gently licked Kelly for a minute or two and then I pushed my tongue into the opening to her womb. My loins tingled with excitement as I realized that I was tasting not only Kelly, but also Allen Richmond.

Kelly gasped as I started licking her with redoubled ardor. Sensing the cause of my increased zeal, she asked; "Can you taste him Timmy? I let Allen cum inside me. It was his second orgasm of the night, but it still felt like he pumped about a cup of semen into me."

Kelly's words excited me even more. My inflamed passion immediately overruled any designs that I might have been entertaining about trying to tease and titillate her. Suddenly all I wanted to do was make my wife cum. Quickly finding Kelly's clitoris, I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time I slipped my finger between the cheeks of her ass and found her hidden rosebud. 

As I massaged Kelly's anus and sucked on her engorged clit, she screamed out; "Oh fuck! Timmy yes! Do it!" Her hands grasped the back of my head and pressed my face into her sopping sex. Breathing became difficult, but I didn't care. I just kept sucking on Kelly's clit and rubbing her asshole.

Still holding on to the back of my head, Kelly began bucking her hips into my face. She was actually fucking my mouth while I fellated her swollen clitoris. Time seemed to slow down. Both of us were lost in a frenzy of unbridled lust. Suddenly Kelly started to gasp and then after a second she screamed and her entire body began shaking. 




Courtesan Ch. 46



I didn't stop. I kept sucking on Kelly's clit and massaging her anus while the waves of her orgasm ravaged her body. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, but was more likely only a few seconds, the intensity of Kelly's orgasm began to subside. As I felt her body start to relax I stopped sucking on her clit and instead began gently kissing the very wet cleft of her pussy. 

After a moment Kelly reached down and gently tugged on my arm. Realizing what she wanted I scooted up so that I was lying next to her. She slipped her arm under my shoulders and pulled me over so that my cheek, still glistening with the moisture of her arousal, was pressed against her naked breast.

As she softly ran her fingers through my hair, Kelly said; "Timmy that was magnificent. You will always be my favorite lover."

In a voice barely above a whisper, I asked; "Do you remember the first time you said those words to me."

"How could I ever forget. It was the first time we made love." She kissed the top of my head. "I said them without thinking about what they actually meant. You of course, grasped their real meaning immediately. I was already in love with you and I was terrified that I was going to lose you because of those words."

"You didn't."

I know and every day I'm thankful for that. " Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "You do know that they're still true, don't you. You always will be my favorite lover."

"Yes, I know that."

After another pause, Kelly asked; "Timmy, are you happy with our life?"

"Yes, I'm very happy. Are you happy?"

"Timmy honey, I may be the happiest woman in the entire world."

For a few minutes we lay together in contented silence. I was on the verge of falling asleep when Kelly sat up. "Timmy, we can't go to sleep quite yet."

I sat up and shook my head. My brain was clouded with the fog of approaching sleep. "Why..."

Kelly stood up and walked over to her purse. As she took out the key to my chastity cage, she said; "Because you're still wearing your cage and also because I made you a promise before I left for my date with Allen tonight. I don't like the idea of going to sleep with an unfulfilled promise." 

Kelly walked back over to the bed, sat down next to me and quickly unlocked my chastity cage. After she set it on the table next to the bed, I grinned at her and said; "I think I'd better wake up."

Kelly nodded;"Unless you want to sleep through a Melody Mason blow job, I think that would be a very good idea."

I grinned at her. "The Melody Mason?"

Kelly started giggling, but she was shaking her head at the same time. Pushing me down on the bed, she said in a firm voice; "No more jokes. Just be quiet, lie back and close your eyes."

I did and Kelly gave me a blow job that was filled with love and tenderness. I didn't last very long, but I didn't care. It wasn't a contest. I already was Kelly Mason's favorite lover.



Courtesan Ch. 47



This is the forty-seventh and final episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is 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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The next morning I was up at 7:30. By the time Kelly and I had finally gone to sleep, it had been nearly 1:30. Under different circumstances I might have slept for another hour or two, but I was excited. We had a house to look at.

It was early November, daylight savings time was ending that night so the sun was just about to rise. I dressed in the dark, I didn't want to disturb Kelly. 

After I was dressed I slipped out to the kitchen, poured a glass of orange juice, made coffee and retrieved the morning newspaper from the front sidewalk. 

A half hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the sports section when Kelly appeared. She stood in the doorway rubbing the sleep from her eyes. All she was wearing was her navy blue Kelroy College football game jersey. When we were seniors she'd briefly dated the quarterback of the football team. The jersey had been a gift from him. On Kelly, that jersey looked every bit as sexy as an expensive silk negligee from the finest lingerie shop in Manhattan.

I smiled at her. "Good morning sleepy head."

She smiled back. "Hi Timmy."

"We have a house to look at this morning."

"I remember, we're supposed to be there at ten, aren't we?"

"Yes, that's right." I glanced at the clock. It was 8:15. "We have plenty of time. It will take us about twenty minutes to get there, so we don't have to leave until 9:40."

"Okay." It was clear that Kelly was still sleepy.

"Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed. When you come back I'll have a glass of orange juice, a bowl of granola and yogurt and a cup of coffee for you."

Kelly passively answered, "Thank you, I'd like that." And then she wandered back to the bedroom. 

About twenty minutes later she returned. She was showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater. Her hair was combed and she was wearing just enough makeup to subtly enhance her natural beauty.

When I saw her I smiled and said; "Ah, sleeping beauty has awakened."

Giggling, Kelly asked; "And why wasn't my handsome prince there to take care of me?"

"Your handsome prince was afraid that he might become a distraction. He didn't want us to miss our ten o'clock appointment."

She smiled. "As usual my prince is a very wise man."

I'd already set a place for Kelly at the kitchen table. She sat down while I got up. After I poured a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice for her I spooned a container of low fat strawberry yogurt into a small bowl and put two scoops of granola on it. Kelly was already sipping her coffee and reading the morning newspaper when I set the bowl of granola and yogurt in front of her.

She ate and read the newspaper while I worked on the Saturday cross word puzzle. Neither of us said very much. We were both enjoying the peace and quiet.

At 9:30 I stood up. "I think we'd better get ready to go."

As I was putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Kelly said; "I'll get my purse. Do you want to drive or navigate?"

"Let's take your Mercedes. I'll navigate."

At 9:40 we were backing out of the driveway.

It was almost ten o'clock when we turned on to Oak Grove Drive. 1214 was a large two story brick house on the left side of the street. Tonya, Kirby and Barry, the Realtor were standing in the front yard. Tonya's Mercedes was parked facing towards us in front of the house. Kelly drove past the house, made a U turn and parked her Mercedes behind Tonya's.

As we were getting out of the car a silver Porsche 911 Carrera came around the corner. As the sports car passed us I noticed that it was Antoine and Keisha. Antoine was driving. Like Kelly, he made a u turn and pulled in behind her Mercedes.

Kelly walked over to Tonya, Kirby and Barry while I waited by the curb for Antoine and Keisha. 

As I waited I made a quick survey of the neighborhood. While it was clear that all of the houses on the block were very expensive, they were all much newer than the houses we'd looked at earlier. Those mansions had all been built in the early 1900's. The houses on Oak Grove all looked like they'd been built in the 1950's or 1960's. I assumed that was an advantage. Newer homes would probably have fewer issues with their basic infrastructure. I also noticed that 1214 was built on at least two and maybe three city lots. There was plenty of space to build an addition. 

Antoine walked up to me with his hand extended. Keisha was hanging onto his other arm. "Hi Timmy, how was the trip to Evergreen?"

"I enjoyed it. The people who work there are very nice. How was your trip to Las Vegas?"

Antoine shrugged. "How could a night in Las Vegas with an attractive middle aged woman who loves big black cocks be anything but wonderful?"

Keisha poked him in the ribs. "Wrong answer buddy boy."

Grinning, Antoine shook his head and in a grave tone of voice said; "It was a tough job Timmy, but somehow I managed to persevere and get through it."

As she squeezed Antoine's arm, Keisha smiled and said, "That's much better."

Antoine winked at me and then he put his free arm around my shoulder and said, "Come on friend, let's go see Kelly, Tonya and Kirby."

As we were walking across the front lawn a JTandR black Lincoln turned on to Oak Grove. It slowed and then it pulled into the driveway of 1214, but immediately backed out again. It was only turning around so that it could park on the street just beyond the driveway entrance.

The rear door opened and Wendell Tyler climbed out of the car. He then held the door open for Elvira while she followed him out. All of us waved to them. As Elvira and Mr. Tyler were waving back another black Lincoln came around the corner and pulled into the driveway, only it parked there.

As soon as the big car came to a full stop the rear door opened and Mandy popped out of the back seat. Martin Jackson was climbing out behind her, but she didn't wait for him. Instead she started madly waving her arms and running towards us. As she ran she yelled out, "Hey everybody, Martin and I are getting married!"

Keisha screamed. "Yes!" And ran to her. They hugged. While they were hugging the rest of us surrounded them. Kelly was holding my hand. I noticed that Tonya and Kirby and Mr. Tyler and Elvira were also holding hands.

Antoine walked up to Mr. Jackson with his hand extended and said, "Congratulations sir." 

Smiling, Mr. Jackson shook his hand; "Thank you Antoine."

Antoine nodded and then he said; "Sir, last night Tonya told Keisha and me that you might be interested in living in the house with us. I hope that's true and if it is, I'd like to be the first to say, welcome to our new family."

Behind Antoine there was a general murmur of agreement.

Mr. Jackson looked at us and said, "If it's acceptable to all of you, I really would like that."

Tonya smiled at him. "Martin, I've talked to everyone and I can assure you that all of of us would like that very much."

Mr. Jackson quietly said, "Thank you."

Realizing that his close friend was becoming embarrassed, Wendell Tyler quickly intervened. "Hey we have a house to look at." He turned to Barry. "You're our Realtor, correct?"

Barry nodded. "Yes sir, I am."

Mr. Tyler gestured towards the house. "Well Barry, lead the way."

Looking at all of us, Barry said; "Everyone, please follow me."

As we walked up the front sidewalk to the house, Mandy caught up with Kelly and me. Grabbing my arm, she said; "Timmy, I understand that you're responsible for everything that happened last night."

A little taken a back, I tried to stammer out an answer. "I uh well...Not really."

Mandy gripped my arm. "Timmy, Martin told me that you suggested to him that he could have an apartment in the house and he also said that you encouraged him to propose to me."

Again I tried to stammer out an answer. This time Kelly cuffed me across the back of my head and said, "She's trying to thank you. Don't be a dufuss, let her do it. You know that your conversation with Martin Thursday night reassured him and strengthened his resolve to talk to Mandy."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.

Kelly cuffed the back of my head again. "Timmy, look her in the eye and say, you're welcome. For goodness sake, this is Mandy. We both love her."

Looking at Mandy, Kelly said; "Sorry, you know our Babydoll. He's a little shy about taking credit for anything."

Mandy stared at Kelly. There was moment of silence and then she said, "Can we, I mean can we still love each other?"

Kelly smiled at her. "I don't see any reason to stop." She poked me in the ribs.

I quickly added, "Mandy, I'll always love you."

Mandy grinned at us. "I'll always love both of you too."

Ahead of us Keisha yelled. "Hey, we're all lovin everybody so cut this insecurity shit out."

Tonya nodded. "She's right, we are."

Quickly acknowledging Tonya's comment with a nod of agreement, Keisha continued. It was immediately clear that she was beginning one of her delightful monologues. "I for one, fully intend to spend many wonderful evenings sucking on both Timmy and Kirby's penees."

Grinning at Keisha, Kelly asked; "Keish, is penee spelled with a y or an i?"

"Actually it's spelled with two e's."

Kelly rolled her eyes.

Undeterred by Kelly's expression, Keisha kept on. "Penee is the ancient Greek word for tiny penis. The word first appears in the beginning of the Iliad. I'm sure all of you remember it. Helen ran off to Troy with Paris because all the Greek guys where she grew up had teeny penees."

Behind us Mr. Jackson whispered to Mr. Tyler. "I must have missed that section."

Clearly enjoying Keisha's lecture, Kelly asked another question. "So what was the ancient Greek word for a great big dick, like Antoine's"

Keisha thought for a moment and then she said, "Pena maxima."

Elvira observed, "Dear, pena maxima sounds more like a Latin word."

Shaking her head, Keisha answered; "Nah, the Latin word for a big cock is dickus maximus, but the Romans might have perverted the Greek word. Those kinky mother fuckers perverted everything. Actually the Greeks really didn't have a word to describe a big penis. They didn't like them."

Tonya looked at Keisha with a puzzled expression. "They didn't like big cocks, why not?"

"Because they were always fucking each other in the ass and everybody knows that a little dick feels better when you're getting fucked in the ass." She squeezed Antoine's arm. "Sweetheart, I love your big cock, but please keep it away from my butt."

Antoine leaned over and said in a whisper loud enough for all of us to hear, "It's already been there."

Nodding emphatically, Keisha said; "I know it has, and I've been walking like a fat lady ever since."

Keisha only had a a high school education, but she was an avid reader and one of the most knowledgeable people in the group. She also had an unparalleled sense of humor and loved to tease everybody.

While we waited for Barry to open the lock box and unlock the front door of the house, Mandy whispered to Kelly; "Martin said that when he's busy with work I can still stay with you and Timmy. Will that be all right?"

Kelly nodded. "When we design our apartment we'll ask them to make the bedroom a little larger and add an extra closet."

Mandy grinned. "Really?"

"Yes, as far as Timmy and I are concerned, you'll have two homes and one of them will be with us."

Giggling, Mandy said; "Life really is wonderful."

Kelly smiled. "Yes, it really is."

Barry opened the front door and led us inside. While the exterior of the house was very nice, the interior was magnificent. The living room was the size of an airplane hangar. It had floor to ceiling windows, a mammoth brick fireplace and mahogany woodwork. The dining room was only slightly smaller and featured the same floor to ceiling windows and woodwork.

As we walked through the two rooms, Kelly commented; "We could throw some fabulous parties in this house."

Ahead of us, Tonya said; "Yes, we certainly could."

The kitchen was as large as the dining room and just as well equipped as the kitchen at Evergreen. When Kirby saw it he turned to me and said, "Timmy, we could cook some incredible dinners in this place."

I nodded. "Yes we could Kirb."

Mandy tugged on the back of Kirby's shirt. "I get to help too. You both promised to teach me to cook."

Kirby smiled at her. "And both of us intend to keep that promise."

Slipping in on the other side of Kirby from Tonya, Mandy put her arm around his ample waist and said to Tonya, "A few minutes ago you said that we all get to love each other. I want to love this big guy."

Tonya kissed Kirby's cheek and then she said to Mandy, "Go ahead, my big guy has enough love inside him for everybody."

Behind us, Elvira said; "I would definitely agree with that."

There were three bedrooms and two full bathrooms upstairs and a large master bedroom with a full en suite bathroom on the main floor. There was also another full bath and a small lavatory on the main floor. Since we were building an addition with small apartments for everyone, the bedrooms were of little interest to us. The large number of bathrooms was nice. I suspected that the bedrooms would either become offices or entertainment rooms. 

The back yard was a lightly wooded green space that extended back at least two hundred feet to a thick woods. 

Antoine asked Barry, "What's on the other side of the woods?"

"The back yard of another house, but the woods are about fifty feet thick, and the lot line runs through the middle of them so no one could ever clear all of them out."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "So this back yard will always be very private."

Barry smiled. "That's right."

Kelly nudged Tonya. "That means we can sunbathe nude back here."

Antoine grinned. "I'm in favor of that."

Keisha poked him. "You don't like to sunbathe. It makes you too dark."

"Yes, but sitting under a large umbrella with an iced drink watching Kelly, Tonya and Mandy sunbathe nude would be a very pleasant way to pass a summer afternoon."

"And I suppose you expect me to be sucking your cock while you're watching them."

Antoine nodded. "That does add a little zest to the idea."

Keisha hugged her fiancee. "Actually, I think it does too."

"The house is built on three city lots, so there's plenty of space for expansion." It was Barry. He was trying to get us back on task.

Next to me, Martin Jackson said; "Timmy, what's your idea for the expansion?"

I looked at Mr. Jackson. His question had caught me by surprise. A little flustered, I answered; "I ah, I don't know. You and Mr. Tyler are the bosses."

Shaking his head, Mr. Jackson said; "No Timmy, a long time ago both Wendell and I learned that the best way to get things done is to find creative, talented people and let them do their jobs. This was originally your idea and all of us trust your judgment. You're the point man on this project, so tell us what you think?"

Mr. Jackson's trust frightened me but it also fortified my confidence. Taking a deep breath, I said; "I think this might be too expensive, but if we could do anything I'd build a square back here.

Tonya looked at me. "A square?"

"Yes, that's right. The house would of course be the front of the square. I'd build a two story wing on each side. Each wing would contain three town houses. Each town house would have a patio and an upstairs balcony overlooking the square. We should probably have a corridor on the back side of each wing so that in the winter time we won't have to go outside to get into the main house."

Keisha smiled at me. "I love the idea that everyone would have their own town house over looking a central square."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Tonya asked, "What would go across the back of the square?"

"It's just my idea, and I'm certainly open to other ideas, but I think a maintenance shed and an indoor exercise room would be nice. Maybe there could even be room for a racquetball court."

I looked at Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tyler. "The physical fitness of five of the people who are going to be living here is very important to the firm. For the rest of us it just makes good health sense."

Mr. Jackson held up his hand. "Timmy, you won't get an argument about the value of a gym area from either Wendell or me. If nothing else, physical activity relieves stress. Tell us about the actual square."

I shrugged. "Whatever we can manage. A swimming pool, hot tub, flower gardens and a barbeque area would all be wonderful."

"Could we have a basketball hoop? Nothing big, just a small space where I could shoot baskets." Antoine was anxiously looking back and forth from Mr. Jackson to Mr. Tyler. 

Mr. Jackson smiled at him. "Antoine I will advise our point man on this project that a basketball hoop for the outdoor commons area is a high priority."

Antoine grinned.

Mr. Tyler turned to me. "Timmy, your plan calls for six townhouses. We only need five. Is there any reason other than symmetry that we're thinking of adding an extra townhouse? I would think that it might be better to use that space as an additional recreation area."

I was suddenly very nervous. There definitely was a reason that I was suggesting six townhouses, but I was just guessing and not at all sure about how my suggestion would be received.

I remembered that my two aunts always advised me to do what I thought was right and worry about the ramifications later, so I took a deep breath and said, "John Reynolds, he's a bachelor. He may want to be included in this house."

Mr. Tyler stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Martin you chose our point man wisely."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "Yes I did. Timmy, again I have to thank you. Both Wendell and I have been so preoccupied with our own lives that we neglected to think about John. He's not only a business partner, he's a very good friend. Leaving him out would have been a mistake."

He looked at the entire group. "Would any one object to inviting John to join us?"

Antoine looked around. Everyone was nodding. He turned to Mr. Jackson and said, "Martin, everyone likes John. He would be a very welcome addition."

Suddenly I began to worry that things were moving much too quickly. I cleared my throat and said, "Excuse me."

The whole group turned in unison and looked at me.

"Before we go any further, I think we should consider the potential cost of my plan. I doubt that we can do it for three million dollars."

I glanced at Barry. He was nodding in agreement.

Wendell Tyler stared at me. After a moment he smiled, walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder. "Young man, the more I get to know you, the more I like you. I appreciate your concern about the potential cost of this project, but it's not an issue. Timmy, I'm a billionaire, so is Martin. We have both spent our entire lives working sixteen hours a day, seven days a week trying to make money. We've made a fortune and neither of us has ever spent a dime of the money we made on ourselves. For the first time in our lives we're both involved with women that we care about. Those women and this house offer us the opportunity to have something we've never had before, a personal life. Timmy my friend, I don't care what this house costs, we're going to build it and we are going to build exactly as we want it."




Courtesan Ch. 47



Mr. Jackson smiled. "Well stated Wendell. I feel exactly the same way."

I nodded. "Okay, do you think we could hire an architect?"

Mr. Jackson grinned at me. "Damn right. We're going to hire the best architectural firm in the country and before we meet with them you're going to chair several meetings during which all of us will get to talk about what we want in this house. We have the space and the money. Everyone should be able to get exactly what they want. Antoine should have his basketball court and I hope all of us, even Wendell and Elvira will play basketball with him."

Kirby shook his head. "He'll kill us."

Keisha laughed. "No he won't. Kelly, Tonya, Mandy, Elvira and I will all take turns guarding him. Every time he goes up to shoot we'll grab his dick. His shots will never even hit the rim."

Antoine turned to Keisha. "Hey, that's not fai..." Suddenly he stopped and smiled. "Every time I go up to shoot?"

Nodding, Keisha said;"That's right."

Antoine grinned. "This could be fun. Can we play shirts and skins?"

Kelly giggled. "How about shirts and shorts. One team wears shirts but no shorts and the other team wears shorts but no shirts."

Barry looked at everyone. "Do you want to make an offer on this house?" He was again trying to get us back on task.

Everyone turned to me. 

I said, "I have one more question."

He nodded. "Okay, what is it?"

"What about zoning issues. If anyone looks at our plans they'll certainly realize that we're turning this into a multiple dwelling. I'm not a lawyer, but couldn't that be a problem?"

Mr. Jackson smiled. "It might be a problem, but I'm sure we can get around it."

"It won't be a problem." Barry was smiling too.

We all looked at him. He said, "Follow me, I'll show you why."

We followed Barry around to the front of the house. Once we were all in the front yard he pointed at the two houses directly across the street. "Do you see the building that connects those two houses? They have essentially done the same thing you're planning to do, only they did it by buying two houses and joining them together."

Mr. Jackson asked, "And no one objected to what they did?"

"No, as long as you keep it tasteful and match the exterior of anything you build to the exterior of the original house, nobody will object." He paused for a moment and then he added. "I'm certain that the people across the street won't object."

Tonya looked at him. "Why are you certain about that?"

"Because I know them. I sold them those two houses and I've been to several of their parties." Barry smiled. "Do you remember the people I told you about the last time we looked at houses."

Nodding, Tonya answered; "Yes., of course we do."

"They live across the street."

"April Hansen lives across the street?" Kelly was staring at Barry in amazement. April Hansen was of course a legend at Kelroy College and Kelly has always been particularly enamored with that legend."

"That's right, she and her husband Mark live in the house on the left."

"Can we meet them?" Kelly was excited.

"Actually, they're eager to meet all of you. As soon as we're finished looking at this house I'm going to call them. They'll come outside so that I can introduce you to each other." He paused for a moment and then he asked; "So, what do you want to do about this house?"

Everyone looked at me.

I turned to Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tyler. "I understand that you want me to be the point man for this project. I gladly accept that responsibility and I'll try to do the best job I can for you, but I would really appreciate it if you could handle the financial negotiations. You're both a lot more experienced at it than I am and frankly the amount of money were discussing scares me to death."

Mr. Jackson patted my shoulder. "We understand. We'll be glad to do that for you." 

He looked around at the entire group. "Is this the house?"

We all looked at each other. After a moment everyone said, "Yes."

"Is there anyone who has even the smallest concern? We can always talk about it for a day or two."

All of us shook our heads. 

Tonya said, "Martin, this house is perfect for us. We shouldn't risk losing it."

Keisha nodded. "I agree."

Kelly squeezed my hand and whispered, "Timmy, this is so exciting. It really is going to happen."

"Yes it is."

"Last chance, does anyone object or even simply wish to wait?" He made it a point to make individual eye contact with each one of us. When no one responded he turned to Mr. Tyler. "Wendell, do you see any problems?"

Mr. Tyler shook his head. "No Martin, I think it's a go."

"Do you see any reason to hold back?"

Again Mr. Tyler shook his head. "No, Tonya's right. This is exactly what we want. Let's be sure we get it."

Nodding Mr. Jackson said, "I agree." He turned to Barry. "How much are they asking?"

"A million four hundred thousand."

"Tell them we'll pay a million five and we want to close in a month."

Barry grinned. "I'll write up the paperwork this afternoon."

Everyone cheered.

Still grinning, Barry said; "It think it's time for you to meet your new neighbors." He took out his cell phone and keyed in a number. A moment later he said; "Hi Brenda, we're done over here. It's time for you to come outside so that I can introduce everyone." After a short pause he said, "Great, we'll see you in a minute."

Barry switched off his cell phone and turned to all of us. "Let's go across the street. They'll be out in a minute."

As we were crossing the street Mr. Jackson put his hand on my shoulder and said, "There's a well known Architecture firm in Chicago; Bellamy, Lampert and Cordosian. We've done business with them in the past. If it's all right with you, I'd like to use them on the house."

I smiled at Mr. Jackson. "Sir, I really will need your direction on this project. If you think..."

Patting my shoulder, Mr. Jackson interrupted me. "Timmy, I understand and I will give you all the guidance and assistance you need, but I also want you to understand something."

"What's that sir?"

"During the past two weeks I've come to the realization that you are a very talented young man with a unique ability. Timmy, when you look at a forest you have the capacity to also see each individual tree. Very few people have that ability. I don't, John doesn't. Wendell does, but Wendell is getting older and he's now going to want to spend increasing amounts of time with Elvira. The firm needs you."

"Sir I'm not sure that I want to..."

"Don't worry Timmy, I'll leave you with plenty of time to write your novel and you'll still have the column to write for Ellen's newspaper, but Timmy, I need you too. Will you help us? I promise that I'll respect your reticence."

"Yes, of course I will, but you'll have to be patient with me. I'm kind of new at all of this."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "Patient we can be. Now this is what I want you to do. On Monday you and Kirby are going to see to my tailor and get fitted for several business suits. He'll also need to get a couple of rack suits for you because you're both going to need something presentable right away."

"What are we doing?"

"You're going to Chicago on Tuesday for a preliminary meeting with the architects. Monday morning Janet Collins will make the appointment and set up the travel arrangements."

"Is Kirby going with me?"

"No, Tuesday Tonya and Kirby are flying to Boston to take Don Kline and his wife out to dinner." Mr. Jackson smiled at me. "At this moment we are in a very good position to cement a solid working relationship with Don Kline and his group. I am going to do everything in my power to accomplish that goal."

"Could Elvira go to Chicago with me?"

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "No, Tuesday evening were having a party at Eagle Lake for an investment group from Phoenix. With Tonya in Boston, I'll need Elvira here to facilitate everything for that party."

"That means that Kelly, Mandy and Keisha are all going to have to stay here too, doesn't it."

"I'm afraid it does Timmy."

"Antoine too."

"Yes, Antoine too."

"Does that mean I have to go to Chicago alone?"

"I think you could handle it by yourself, but I'm going to send an assistant with you."

"Janet Collins?"

Mr. Jackson smiled. "No, not Janet Collins. She always stays in the office. Wendell will go with you."

"Mr. Tyler?"

"Yes, Mr. Tyler."

"As my assistant?"

"No Timmy, not really. Wendell will be going as your mentor. He likes you Timmy. For the next year his job is going to be to train you to be a businessman."

I started to protest.

Mr. Jackson quickly added, "A part time businessman Timmy. Someone we can occasionally call on to handle special projects for us. Will you do that Timmy?"

"Yes Mr. Jackson, I'll do that."

By the time we'd crossed the street people were coming out of both houses. As all of us converged on the sidewalk in front of the two houses Barry walked over to a tall, very attractive, busty brunette who appeared to be in her late thirties. "Good morning Brenda."

She smiled. "Good morning Barry, are we going to have new neighbors?"

"It certainly looks that way."

Waving at all of us, Brenda said; "Hi I'm Brenda Adams. Welcome to the neighborhood." She gestured towards the group standing immediately behind her and then pointed to the house on the left. "Most of us live in that house."

Another brunette about the same age as Brenda stepped forward. "Hi I'm Madeline Conrad. Everyone calls me Maddie."

Next to her, a very athletic looking blond a few years younger than Madeline and Brenda said; "I'm April Hansen."

I heard Kelly's breath catch.

April turned and placed her hand on the shoulder of a slightly built man standing a half step behind her. "This is my husband, Mark Peters."

Brenda walked over to another man of about the same build and stature as April's husband. "This is my husband, Bobby Franklin."

Maddie turned to a tall handsome black man standing next to her. "And this is my husband, Jamal Wright."

Kelly leaned over and whispered, "Timmy, that's Jamal Wright."

I nodded. "Yes it is."

There were four people standing at the rear of this group. Three of them were women. They were all very attractive, immaculately coiffed and groomed, middle aged blonds. The fourth was a middle aged man of similar stature to Mark and Bobby

April moved so that she was standing next to them. "These are our very dear friends; Jessica Townsend, Helen Darcy, Lorraine Milton and Morris Fredericks." As April said their names each of them waved.

When April introduced Morris Fredericks, Martin Jackson leaned over to Wendell Tyler and said, "Isn't this an amazing coincidence."

As soon as the introductions of the people from the house on our left were completed, we all turned our attention to the three women and four men who'd come from the house on the right. 

The three women were all attractive blonds in their late twenties. One was tall and slender with ash blond hair. The next was a slightly shorter, bleached blond with a smile that could have charmed even the most dour old curmudgeon. The third was another ash blond, but she wasn't tall and slender. She was shorter with a soft supple body, milky white skin and an absolutely amazing bust.

Three of the men were about the same build and stature as April and Brenda's husband's Mark and Bobby. Two of these men appeared to be in their late twenties. The third was a little older, probably about thirty-six. The fourth man, standing at the rear of the group, was quite a bit older. I guessed that he was probably in his early fifties. He was also much taller and appeared to be very confident. 

The tall slender blond stepped forward. Pointing to the house on the right, she said; "We live there. I'm Sandra Monroe." She nodded towards one the two younger men. "That's my husband, Stevie Wagner." And then she turned and pointed at the tall distinguished looking man standing at the rear of the group. "And that's my boyfriend, Jason Mathews."

Tonya whispered, "I already like these people."

Kelly giggled. "Yes, I do too. I think they're just like us."

The bleached blond with the engaging smile stepped forward. "I'm Julie Gordon." She walked over to the older of the three slightly built men, gabbed him by the arm and pulled him forward. "And this handsome devil is my husband, Ricky Norman."

Everyone turned and looked at the blond with the large bust. She didn't say anything. It was obvious that she was very shy. Julie quickly walked over and protectively took her hand. "This is Roxanne Mitchell." 

The third slightly built man stepped forward. "And I'm her husband, William Oliver."

Julie giggled. "You can call him Peewee."

William Oliver smiled as he shrugged and said, "You might as well, everyone else does."

All of us chuckled.

Tonya stepped forward. "I'm Tonya Lewis and this handsome devil next to me is Kirby Lundquist."

Next to me, Kelly said; "I'm Kelly Mason and this is my babydoll, Timmy Jamieson."

Everyone chuckled at the term of endearment Kelly had used. I flushed.

Keisha saved me from further embarrassment by immediately stepping forward. "I'm Keisha Edwards." Then reaching back and pulling Antoine forward so that he was standing next to her, she added; "And this is my fiance Antoine Carter."

Mandy walked over, took Mr. Jackson by the arm and led him forward. "I'm Mandy Wells and this is my fiance, Martin Jackson."

Elvira took Mr. Tyler by the hand and said, "And I'm Elvira Higgins and this is my sweetie, Wendell Tyler."

I glanced at Mr. Tyler and was totally amazed to see that my soon to be mentor was blushing.

As soon as Elvira was finished with her introduction Jason Mathews stepped forward and said, "Hey Martin; are you, Wendell and John still spending all of your time making rich people richer?"

Mr. Jackson laughed. "That does seem to be what we do. Are you still spending all of your time setting crooks free."

Jason Mathews grinned at him. "As many as I can." He looked at Wendell Tyler. "How are you Wendell?"

Mr. Tyler smiled. "Jason, I'm getting old."

He laughed. "Aren't we all. I'm happy to see that you finally got a girlfriend."

Grinning, Mr. Tyler put his arm around Elvira. "Once in a while the sun even shines on an old dog like me." And then he said; "Ellie, this is Jason Mathews. Jason is the top defense attorney in this city."

Jason smiled.

Mr. Jackson said; "Wendell, Jason isn't the only old friend we have here."

"Yes, I see him too Martin. I could never miss one of our old business partners." Mr. Tyler smiled and said, "How are you Morris?"

Morris Fredericks answered, "I'm all right Wendell. The grapevine tells me that you, Martin and John are still chasing after the big money."

Martin nodded. "That we are. Any possibility that we could talk you into rejoining us?"

Morris shook his head. "Not a chance. Lawrence and I have plenty of money, now we're just trying to enjoy life." He laughed. "Once you have that first hundred million everything else is really overkill."

Smiling, Martin said; "That is, without a doubt, the truth; but it's still fun to play the game. Don't you ever miss it?"

"Lawrence and I still dabble a little bit. We're part of a small financial group and of course, I still have my company. That keeps both of us busy enough."

Wendell Tyler asked, "How is Lawrence? It's been at least a dozen years since we've seen either of you."

Morris grinned. "Why don't you ask him. He's standing right next to me."

There was a hushed silence. Everyone was staring at the blond woman standing next to Morris. After a moment she said, "Wendell, Martin; it's nice to see you again."

Martin Jackson shook his head and laughed. "Lawrence Milton and Lorraine Milton; of course, I should have figured it out."

I heard Kirby whisper to Tonya, "Did I hear that correctly? Is that woman really a..."

Tonya nodded. "I believe that's what they're telling us."

"Shit, she's gorgeous."

"Yes she is."

Helen Darcy picked up Lorraine's hand. As she held it she looked at Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tyler and said, "Gentlemen, my husband has many fond memories of his association with the two of you. He often talks about those times. He terminated that association because of me. This may shock you, but I am a very dominant woman and my husband is very submissive man. For the past twelve years Lawrence has lived as Lorraine, my transvestite maid."

Mr. Jackson smiled at her. "Please excuse me, I just had a lot of new names thrown at me. You're Helen, correct?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm Helen Darcy."

"Helen, we're not shocked." He smiled. "Well actually, I think my friend Kirby is a little amazed, but that's because my old friend makes a rather attractive woman."

Looking at Kirby, Helen smiled and said; "He does look good, doesn't he."

Kirby flushed.

Helen laughed. "Oh I like him.' She turned to Tonya. "Is he your boyfriend?

Tonya smiled. "Yes he is."

"Is he submissive?"

"Yes, he's very submissive. His name is Kirby, but you can call him Cookie."

"Cookie, what a good name for a slave. May I assume that you're dominant?"

"With a submissive man I am."

Helen smiled. "That's an excellent answer. The question of dominance and subservience has so much to do with the personalities of the individuals involved."

Tonya nodded. "I agree."

Brenda asked, "Do you cuckold him?"

Smiling, Tonya answered; "Of course I do. That's one of the advantages of being in a relationship with a submissive man."

Helen looked at Kelly. "That incredibly cute young man standing next to you, I believe that you introduced him as your babydoll." 

Kelly smiled. "He is my babydoll."

"Is he your boyfriend?'

"No, Timmy is my husband. My boyfriend isn't here.'

"But you do have a boyfriend."

"Yes, of course I do. From what you just told us, I assume that you do too."

"Yes I certainly do." Helen paused and smiled. After a moment she asked Kelly, "Is babydoll your slave?"

"Actually his name is Bunny. Babydoll is just a term of endearment that I use for him. And yes, he is my slave."

"How nice for you. We think that having a slave is one of the fine pleasures of life."

Kelly nodded. "All of us would certainly agree with that. We have three slaves in our group."

"Three?" After quickly perusing us Helen said; "There's Bunny and of course Tonya's Cookie is another, but who is the third?" She looked at Antoine. "I hope it's not this magnificent hunk of masculine splendor."

Keisha shook her head. "Absolutely not! My Antoine is one hundred percent certified stud."

Helen smiled. "That's a relief. Both Jessica and I were hoping that some evening we might be able to party with him." Looking at Antoine she asked, "Do you enjoy having two women at the same time?"

Antoine stared at Helen. There was a feral glint in his eyes that I'd never seen before. I heard Helen's breath catch. Suddenly I understood the real reason that the firm employed Antoine as a host and it wasn't because of his big cock. It was apparent that Antoine knew how to be the savage, untamed lover that many women craved.

After a moment he answered; "Yes, especially if the two women enjoy pleasing a man."

Helen took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I think that we definitely should try to get together." Looking at Keisha, she asked; "Would that be all right with you?"

"Could I spend that time entertaining your slave?"

Helen smiled. "Certainly, Lorraine is very skilled at satisfying the needs of woman."

"Does he still have all of his parts?" Keisha had just asked the question that was on all of our minds.

"Yes, I would never allow Lorraine to actually become a woman." She paused and then she added. "But he is locked in chastity and I would insist that he stay that way while he's entertaining you. April gives him a blow job once a week. That's the only relief he's allowed."




Courtesan Ch. 47



Keisha nodded. "I understand. It's his tongue that interests me, not his cock." Hugging Antoine, she added; "I already get all the cock I need."

Tonya laughed. "And she doesn't only get it at home."

Nodding, Helen said; "Variety is the spice of life." And then she turned to Kelly and asked, "So, who is your third slave?"

Kelly placed her hand on the small of Mandy's back and gently nudged her forward. "This one, her name is Mandy; but you should call her Nymph."

Helen looked at Mr. Jackson. "Martin, when introductions were being made didn't she say that you were her fiance?"

Martin smiled at her. "Yes, you and Lawrence aren't the only ones who appreciate a sophisticated relationship."

Smiling back at him, Helen said; "Nicely stated, I think I'm going to have to insist that Lawrence renew his relationship with you. It appears that we have a great deal in common."

Brenda stepped forward. "I think that Helen has just done an excellent job of establishing why Barry wanted to get us together and I thank him for it. It does appear that we have a number of common interests."

She looked at Stevie."Speedy, do you have the big coffee pot going?"

"Yes Mistress Brenda, I do. Footboy, Peewee and I also made a large batch of chocolate chip cookies this morning."

Brenda looked at Sandra. "May we?"

Sandra smiled. "Of course."

Turning to us, Brenda said; "Would you like to come in for coffee?"

Tonya looked at Mr. Jackson. 

He nodded and said, "Yes we'd like that very much."

Sandra waved towards the house on the right. "Everyone come with us. We're going to our house." She turned and all three groups began to follow her up the sidewalk to the front steps.

As we started walking, Brenda said to her husband. "Quicky, make sure that their slaves understand the rules of conduct in our houses. I will hold you personally responsible for any errors they might make."

Bobby bowed his head. "Yes Mistress Brenda, I understand."

We had been standing in three reasonably well defined groups, but now as everyone filed into Sandra's house the boundaries broke down.

Kelly immediately approached April Hansen and introduced herself. Maddie, Keisha, Antoine and Jamal Wright started a conversation. Julie and Roxanne walked over and introduced themselves to Elvira. Tonya joined Helen and Jessica. Kirby attached himself to Mark and Bobby. Mandy went straight to Lorraine and of course, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler, Jason Mathews and Morris all got together."

I hung back while everyone walked up the front steps and entered the house. I was suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed and I wanted a moment to myself.

Standing on the sidewalk, I surveyed the neighborhood where I would soon be living. The houses were large and luxurious. The street was lined with stately oak trees and all of the front lawns were immaculately groomed.

I thought about the events that led to my being here. The past year had been filled with heartache and pain and then there were the last sixteen days. 

I was amazed when I realized that it had only been sixteen short days since that fateful night when I huddled in the doorway of Smithson's Jewelry store so that I could follow Kelly to the Calvert Hotel. 

Those sixteen days now seemed like a lifetime and when I thought about the incredible onslaught of events that transpired during that time period, I realized that they were life changing. 

Kelly and I both grew up during those sixteen days. Kelly learned that she has to be true to herself. She has to be the person she wants to be rather than the person that others want her to be. I gained confidence and found myself. Seventeen days ago I could never have flown to Chicago, dressed in a power suit, so that I could meet with a group of distinguished architects. Tuesday, I was going to do exactly that and I wasn't frightened, I was excited.

All of the wonderful people that I met during the last sixteen days certainly helped us. 

Kirby and Elvira, could there be two finer people in this world?"

And Mr. Jackson, when I first met him he terrified me. Now, I realize that he's an angel. He spends as much time trying to help people as he does trying to make money. He was the engineer of my reconciliation with Kelly. He saved Kirby and Ellen and he took care of Elvira. I will always be in his debt.

Then of course there were Tonya, Mandy, Keisha, Antoine, Mr. Tyler and John Reynolds. It's funny, there are times in life when it seems like the whole world is trying to beat you down and then there are times when you're surrounded by a group of people who love you and nurture you and life becomes so much better. The past sixteen days made up one of those times.

Suddenly I realized that I was getting cold. The November air was invigorating, but it was also chilly. It was time to go inside and have a hot cup of coffee.

As I walked up the sidewalk, the front door opened and April Hansen stepped out. When she saw me she smiled and walked down the front steps to meet me. "You're Kelly's husband Timmy, right?"

"Yes."

"You went to Kelroy with Kelly."

"Yes I did.

"I went to Kelroy too."

"I know, everyone at Kelroy has heard the story of April Hansen."

April slowly nodded. For brief moment I detected a hint of sadness in her eyes as she whispered a soft, "Yes." But then the sadness quickly disappeared. Looking up at me she smiled and said, "That's all in the past. Now I try hard to live in the present and dream about the future."

"Does it work?"

"Oh yes, I was very fortunate to meet all of these wonderful people. They're the best friends a person could ever ask for."

I nodded. "Sixteen days ago Kelly and I almost broke up. I thought my life was over and then I met all of the wonderful people that are here with us today. Now my life is better than it's ever been."

"We call it serendipity. It's happened to all of us."

"Serendipity? I've heard the word, but I really don't know what it means."

April smiled. "Sometimes, when you're least expecting them, you stumble across the most important treasures of your life. That's serendipity."

I grinned at April. "For me, the last sixteen days have been filled with serendipity."

Suddenly the front door opened and Mandy popped out. "Timmy, you have to get in here. It's wonderful. We're staying for dinner. All of us are staying, even Martin. He wanted to go back to work but Wendell convinced him that there was nothing that they had to do that was actually all that important so he's going to stay. He's really going to stay. Isn't that amazing!"

I smiled at her. "Yes Mandy, it is."

Noticing April, Mandy quickly bowed and said; "Hello Mistress April. I didn't realize that you were out here. May I have your permission to speak to Bunny?"

"Yes Nymph, go ahead."

Turning back to me, Mandy said; "They have very strict rules about how slaves behave in the presence of their superiors."

April nodded. "Yes we do. Everyone enjoys the rituals."

"Timmy; Sandra, Julie and Roxie are calling up some guys so that all the women will have dinner dates. Martin's going to be Helen's date. We're going to be slaves and serve the dinner. Stevie and Lorraine want you and Kirby to help cook. I get to help too. Everyone is so nice."

Mandy grinned. "Ricky, he's Julie's husband. His slave name is Footboy. He's an English Professor at Maple Hills Community College. Brenda, Maddie, Roxie and Julie all went there and now they're finishing their degrees at the University. Ricky told us that he'll help us get started there. Tonya, Keisha, Elvira, Kirby and I are all going to go. Martin said that he'll pay all of our expenses and give us time off."

She giggled. "Sandra, Julie, Roxie, Brenda, Maddie, Helen and Jessica all volunteered to fill in for us as hostesses."

I laughed. "I'll bet they did."

"Timmy, Sandra's husband Stevie was some kind of whiz kid stock broker. He can tell you all about it while you're cooking the dinner. They have an investment group here and Martin and Wendell are thinking about joining them. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Yes it would."

"Timmy, I'm getting cold. I have to go back inside. When you come in go right to the kitchen so that Mark and Bobby can teach you the rules. I don't want you to get in trouble."

Mandy turned to April and bowed to her again. "Mistress April, may I please be excused?"

"Yes Nymph, go inside and help the others. As soon as we come in, I'll bring Bunny to the kitchen so that he doesn't get into trouble before he has a chance to learn the rules."

"Thank you Mistress April."

Mandy turned and went back inside the house.

After she was gone April asked, "Is she always that exuberant?"

"Mr. Jackson asked her to marry him last night."

April smiled. "I see, I guess I'd be exuberant too. Are you ready to go inside?"

"Yes."

"Keep your head down and stay one full step behind me."

Bowing politely, I said; "Yes Mistress April."

April grinned at me."Timmy I think that we're going to become very close friends."

"I'd like that."

I opened the front door and held it while April walked into Sandra, Julie and Roxanne's house. Once she was inside I took a deep breath and started to follow her, but then I hesitated for a moment. As I stood on that threshold I suddenly realized that I was about to begin a new adventure. 

Life is a series of adventures. Some of them are joyous experiences that leave us with fond memories that we savor for the remainder of our lives. Others are challenges, grueling trials that we are forced to endure. All of these adventures, good or bad, constantly recast us into new and hopefully wiser and stronger people.

The adventure of the past sixteen days was over. What had started as an arduous test eventually turned into a joyous experience that strengthened both Kelly and me. Now that incredible adventure was finished and relegated to the status of a fond memory. It was a memory that Kelly and I along with Mandy, Kirby, Tonya, Elvira, Keisha, Antoine, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Tyler would be able to cherish for the rest of our lives. 

While I didn't know what experiences this new adventure would bring, I was excited. I was certain that it was going to be an adventure that would turn into a great story. Sadly, it's a story that will have to be told at another time. This story was about the events of the last sixteen days and those days are now part of the past.

I took another deep breath and then I stepped into the house.