Courtesan Ch. 16

I turned back to her and smiled. "I know you do." And then I closed the door behind me so that my wife could be alone with her lover.

I went into the living room, found my clothes and put them back on. After I was dressed I went straight to the kitchen, poured a glass of the Merlot I'd served with dinner and carried it back to the living room. I found my book, settled into a large overstuffed chair, put my feet up on a footstool and tried to read.

Tried was the appropriate verb. I didn't succeed. I was much too focused on what was happening in the bedroom to be able to concentrate on a book. I listened for every sound. Several times I heard my wife's cries of passion. Each time they made me smile because I knew Kelly was having an orgasm. I loved my wife. That night I hoped that she was going to set a new world record for most orgasms with a lover.

Occasionally I thought I heard the bed crashing into the wall. I'm quite certain that was just wishful thinking on my part. We have a king sized bed mounted on a heavy wooden frame. Chris had demonstrated that he was a powerful lover, but not that powerful.

Twice I heard the toilet in the master bathroom flush. I guess that only proves that I really needed something else to divert my attention.

Eventually I did start to think about the events of the earlier part of the evening. I rapidly came to the conclusion that Kelly really was a wonderful wife. I know that many men would scoff at me and call me a pathetic sucker for believing that. I could see how they might. After all, my wife was currently in our marital bed allowing another man to enjoy her in ways that were supposed to be reserved exclusively for me.

From my perspective my wife had engineered an evening totally oriented to fulfilling my cuckold fantasies. Yes, she and her boyfriend were getting laid, but they could have gone to Chris's place and shut me out altogether. They could have retired to the bedroom immediately after dinner. While I was preparing dinner they could have stayed in the living room and totally ignored me. They didn't do any of those things. Instead they diligently worked to include me in their fun. They created scenarios that catered to my fantasies. In fact, they generally they did everything they possibly could to make this a memorable evening for me.

Chris Kendricks would always be welcome in this house and my already boundless love for Kelly Mason was growing even more intense. Call me a dimwitted fool if you like, but I'm not one of those morons who's ego keeps him from recognizing a good thing even when it's slapping him in the face.

I heard the toilet flush again. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:30. I listened. I thought I heard movement and maybe voices and then the bedroom door opened. It didn't close again.

Chris appeared in the hallway. He smiled at me. I smiled back. He walked into the living room and picked up his boxer shorts. Neither of us said anything. It wasn't that either of us was angry or we didn't like each other. In fact, I think we did like each other. It was simply an awkward situation. What do you say to a man who's just spent the last two hours fucking your wife.

In a desperate attempt to relieve the tension I asked, "Did you have a good time?" As soon as I heard the words come out of my mouth I wanted to take them back. They were so lame.

Chris stared at me while he pulled on his pants and buckled his belt. I'm not sure he knew how to respond. Finally he said, "Yes I did." He paused and then he hesitantly added. "Thank you."

As he was buttoning his shirt I said, "No, I should thank you."

Chris looked at me with a questioning expression.

This man had just spent the evening watching my wife humiliate and abase me and saw me respond by eagerly wallowing in all of her abuse. At this point there really wasn't any reason for me to attempt to put up a dignified front. I smiled at him and said, "You give Kelly something that I can't. I really do appreciate that."

Chris smiled back at me and then he kindheartedly said, "Your wife is an extraordinarily passionate woman. I think it would be very difficult for one man to keep her happy."

I laughed. "She certainly is and I do believe that it would be impossible for one man to keep her happy. In fact, I don't think that two men are enough either."

Chris laughed and nodded in agreement. That finally broke the tension.

I stood up with a grin on my face and extended my hand. "Mr. Kendricks, it has been a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"Please call me Chris."

I shook my head. "I can't, we're not in the kitchen."

He grinned at my joke and then he sat down. While he put on his socks and shoes he said, "Timmy, I like you. I hope that we can become friends."

I nodded. "I'd like that too. I think we're going to have a good opportunity to get to know each other. I'm quite certain that you're about to become a frequent guest in this house."

After Chris finished tying his shoes he stood up and looked at me. "Will that be all right with you Timmy?"

I smiled at him. "Yes, you seem like a good man and Kelly certainly likes you. I'll look forward to your next visit."

"Hey, I never got to see that thing you did with Kelly and Tonya. Maybe you can show it to me the next time I come over."

"We'll have to see what Kelly says, but that would be fine with me."

I walked to the front door with Chris and opened it for him. As he stepped out onto the front porch he said, "Good night Timmy, thank you for your hospitality. Oh and by the way, Kelly told me to tell you that as soon as I'm gone you should join her in the bedroom."

"Thank you, I will."

Chris walked down the sidewalk and got into his dark blue Lexus sedan. I assumed that like Kelly's Mercedes, it was also a gift from JTandR. I heard the engine start. After he turned on the headlights and pulled away from the curb I stepped back into the house. I closed the door behind me and immediately started taking off my clothes. I assumed that my wife would want me to be naked when I entered her bedroom.

I stopped when I got to Kelly's bedroom door, got down on my hands and knees and respectfully knocked on the door frame.

"You may enter." There was a certain hesitancy in Kelly's voice. We hadn't had an opportunity to discuss the working details of our new relationship. Chris was gone and I think both of us were a little uncertain about how we were going to interact with each other now that we were alone.

I had decided to error on the side of adventure. The only way I was going to be able to find out what it was going to be like to live as Kelly's slave was to start living as her slave. If it turned out that we didn't like what was happening, we could always tone things down a little.

I crawled into my wife's bedroom on my hands and knees. "Ms. Mason, Mr. Kendricks told me that you wished to see me."

Kelly was sitting up on the bed. Her back was propped up by two pillows. She was of course naked. Her long blond hair was mussed and her makeup was smeared. A trickle of fresh semen dripped from the lips of her stretched cunt forming a small pool on the sheet between her parted thighs.

When she saw me crawling on my hands and knees Kelly's face broke into a huge grin. "It looks like somebody still wants to play a little more."

I flashed her a quick smile, but stayed in character. Bowing politely, I said; "Ms. Mason, I am at your service."

Kelly looked down at the trickle of semen dripping from her cunt. "It looks like you have another mess to clean up cuckboy. Get your ass up here and get to work."

I quickly crawled over to her, climbed up onto the bed and positioned myself between her legs. When I pressed my face into her slippery pussy Kelly whispered. "That's right cuckboy, lick it up. Lick up every drop of my lover's fresh cum."

I did exactly that. As soon as my wife's pussy and ass were clean I moved on to the pool between her legs and obediently licked the sheet clean.

After I was done I looked up at my wife. My cheeks, nose and lips were once again coated with her lover's semen. Kelly looked down at me and giggled. "Dicklet, I just love seeing you with another man's cum on your face. Roll over, I think I might be able to provide a little more."

I flipped over onto my back. Kelly straddled my head and lowered her wet cunt to my face. She cooed with delight when she felt my lips touch her and then she pressed herself against my mouth and rocked back and forth while I licked up the new trickle of semen that began to drip from the depths of her womb.

"Swallow it dicklet, swallow every morsel of Mr. Kendrick's luscious treat."

Kelly reached down and grabbed both of my nipples, one with each hand and twisted them viciously with her fingernails while she continued to grind her cum filled pussy against my face. "Lick me dicklet. Lick my well fucked cunt. My lover spent the evening pleasuring me with his huge beautiful cock, now it's time for you to pleasure me with your energetic little tongue.

The combination of my wife's taunts, the pain she was inflicting on my nipples and the pressure of her cum filled pussy on my face escalated the tension and excitement already created by our fantasy filled evening and drove me into a frenzy of unrestrained lust. I was pinned to the bed, so the only way I was able to vent the fire raging inside of me was with my tongue. I licked Kelly with a fervor that neither of us had ever before experienced.

Kelly responded to my excitement by becoming even more aggressive. She slid her hips forward and ground her ass into my face. "Lick my asshole slaveboy. Show me how a cuckold worships his wife after her lover leaves." Her voice had become rough and gravely. I didn't think it was possible, but I began to realize that my wife may have been even more aroused that I was.

I reached over Kelly's hip and found her sopping cunt. She shrieked when she felt my fingers rubbing her engorged clitoris. "Yes, Timmy! That's right! Do it! Make me cum! Make me cum while your licking my asshole!"

Kelly released my nipples, grabbed my erect penis and hung on to it like it was the pommel on a bronc rider's saddle. I kept licking her ass and rubbing her clit.

We were both suspended in a state of sexual hysteria and then I heard Kelly gasp. Her muscles tensed up. Suddenly she arched her back and let out an ear piercing scream.

My wife held on to my cock and continued to grind her ass into my face while her body shook from the convulsions of her orgasm. I felt the pressure building in my loins. I thrust my hips up and down in a desperate effort to fuck Kelly's hand. She was too involved in her own orgasm to realize what was happening with me, but it really didn't matter. A burst of pure joy exploded in my gut as the first spurt of cum shot from the tip of my cock.

Kelly immediately started pumping me. She was still so caught up in the pleasure of her own climax that I was certain that it was more an instinctive reaction than a deliberate response to what was occurring.

I quickly finished ejaculating and Kelly's orgasm finally started to subside. The violent sexual storm that had just ravaged both of us turned into a serene stillness. I pulled my tongue out of my wife's ass, but kept my lips pressed against her. Kelly kept hold of my softening penis, but her vise like grip turned into a gentle caress.

Kelly finally rolled off of me, collapsed onto the bed and lay perfectly still. After a minute she cuddled up next to me, laid her head on my shoulder and whispered."Timmy honey, if you ever start to doubt your sexual prowess I want you to remember tonight. That was the most powerful orgasm that I've ever experienced."

I kissed the top of her head. "It was fun, wasn't it."

Kelly shook her head. "Fun? It was a celestial experience."

I chuckled. "I guess our new relationship brings out the best in both of us."

My wife giggled. "Timmy, we're going to have so much fun."

We lay together in silence. It had been an exciting evening and we were both exhausted and ready to sleep. After a few minutes I heard Kelly's breathing slow. I slipped my arm out from under her, stood up and tiptoed to the bedroom door.

Behind me Kelly popped up and asked, "Timmy where are you going?"

I turned to her and quietly answered, "To the guest room. I'm not your husband anymore, I'm now your slave. Slave's don't get to sleep with their mistresses."

Kelly vigorously shook her head. "No! No! No! I won't do this if I can't sleep with you. Timmy I love you. I don't ever want you to stop being my husband. I don't know how all of this is finally going to work out, but I do know that we're going to create a relationship that makes both of us happy. We don't have to live by anyone else's rules. We get to make our own rules and the first rule I'm going to propose is that this mistress and her slave sleep together."

I grinned at Kelly. "I like that new rule."

Kelly patted the spot next to her on the bed. "Well then, get your cute little ass back in here. It's time for us to go to sleep."

As soon as I got into bed Kelly cuddled up to me and laid her head back on my shoulder. As we were falling asleep I heard her mutter, "Sleep in the guest room, that's the most idiotic idea I've ever heard."

I smiled. Chris was right. We were more like a married couple from a television situation comedy.