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."