Courtesan Ch. 24

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During dinner, the party heats up.
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Part 24 of the 47 part series

Updated 10/31/2022
Created 04/30/2011
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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.

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