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."