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.