Courtesan Ch. 18

Kelly stared at his magnificent weapon. I could see the hunger in her eyes. My wife loved cocks, especially big cocks. She quickly pulled her panties and pantyhose off of her feet and dropped to her knees between Martin's legs. For a moment she lovingly caressed the middle aged executive's penis and balls and then she leaned over. She took a few seconds to softly kiss the engorged head before she finally parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

Mr. Jackson gasped when he felt my wife begin sucking him.

Kelly was an artist. All of her attention was now focused on pleasuring her partner. Her mouth and hands were working in perfect harmony.

Mr. Jackson was lying back on the couch. His eyes were closed. He appeared to be lost in a fog of absolute bliss. I was envious, but I wasn't jealous. I now understood that my wife could give this kind of pleasure to another man without diminishing her love for me.

Suddenly I saw Mr. Jackson take a deep breath and bite his lower lip. I thought that he was probably about to cum, but he didn't. Instead he sat up and gently pulled Kelly's face away from his cock.

"Kelly honey, lie down on the couch. Today I want to fuck you."

Mr. Jackson stood up.

My wife lay down and spread her legs. She was excited. It was clear that she wanted him.

He quickly took off his shirt, shoes, pants and boxer shorts. His huge cock jutted out obscenely in front of him. He looked into my eyes. There was a smug smile on his face as he mounted my wife and pushed his cock deep into her very moist cunt.

Mandy reached over and held my hand. It was a nice, comforting gesture; but it wasn't necessary. I was doing fine. Still it brought us together. Mandy and I knelt in silence at the end of the couch and watched while her master, the man she obviously loved but could never have, fucked my wife.

Mr. Jackson started with long slow, deliberate thrusts. At first Kelly just lay back and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of his big cock sliding in and out of her, but when he quickened his pace she came alive. He started thrusting his cock in and out of my wife with savage intensity. Kelly responded by wrapping her legs around his thighs and bucking her hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. For several minutes they engaged in a passionate duel and then Kelly suddenly arched her back and cried out, "Oh Yessss!"

Mr. Jackson made three more long hard thrusts and then he buried the full length of his erect cock in my wife and began ejaculating his seed deep into her womb.

Mandy and I watched in subdued silence as their passion slowly waned. Finally Mr. Jackson rolled off of Kelly and stood up. His now flaccid penis still glistened with the combined moisture of their sex.

He looked at Mandy. "Nymph, come over here and lick me clean."

As Mandy crawled over to him he turned to me and snapped his fingers. "Dicklet, your wife has a little treat for you."

I bowed obediently and crawled over to Kelly. She was lying back relaxing on the couch. Her thighs were parted. A trickle of Mr. Jackson's fresh semen dripped from the base of her cunt.

She smiled as I approached her. "Hi Timmy, are you okay?"

I grinned at her. "Yes I'm fine. It looked like you had fun."

She nodded. "Oh yes, Martin is a great fuck." Suddenly she paused. Her smile disappeared and she asked in an apprehensive tone of voice, "Timmy is it okay for me to tell you that?"

I smiled. "Yes it's just fine. I'm glad you had a good time."

Kelly sighed and her smile returned. "Timmy that makes me so happy." She winked at me and giggled. "Wanna lick me clean cuckboy?"

I made an exaggerated bow and said; "Ms. Mason, it would be an honor."

She coquettishly wiggled her finger at me. "Come and get it big boy."

Kelly giggled with delight as I pressed my face between her legs and licked up all of Martin Jackson's fresh semen. As soon as I was finished I sat up and grinned at her.

She sat up, put her arm around me and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, baby doll, that felt wonderful."

Mr. Jackson was just finishing getting dressed. He walked over to the mirror, straightened his tie and then he turned to Kelly, Mandy and me. Mandy was still kneeling on the floor next to the couch."I hope the three of you enjoyed that as much as I did."

Kelly giggled. "I certainly did."

Mandy smiled. "I had a pretty good time too."

He looked at me. "Timmy are you okay?"

I nodded. "Yes Mr. Jackson, I'm fine and I also had a good time."

"I'm glad. I do have to get back to work now, but maybe sometime in the next two weeks the four of us could have dinner together at the Goldenrod Supper Club. Timmy you're a very bright young man. I respect you and enjoy your company. I hope that we can become good friends."

He paused for a moment. He seemed to be choosing his next words carefully. Finally he said, "Please don't be confused by our sex games. In my mind at least, they have very little to do with reality."

He walked over to Mandy, reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. He put his arms around her, gave her a tender kiss and hugged her. While he hugged her he said, "I'm going to be very busy tonight. John is going to get back from Boston around supper time. We'll be up very late discussing the Orlander Manufacturing deal. I may not get a chance to call you until after midnight."

Mandy nodded. "That's okay, I understand."

He turned to me. "Timmy I have a huge favor to ask. Mandy has a rare evening off tonight. If it would be possible I would very much appreciate it if you could include her in whatever plans you and Kelly have."

Mandy started to protest. "Martin that's not nec..."

I cut her off. "Mandy we would love it if you would join us for dinner. It may not be very fancy or very exciting, but we would enjoy your company."

I looked at Kelly. She smiled and said, "Please Mandy, I'd love it if you could have dinner with us tonight."

Mandy grinned at us. "Really? That would be wonderful. Timmy could I help you cook?"

I nodded. "I would like that very much."

Mr. Jackson smiled at Kelly and me. "Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me, I do have to go." He turned and walked out the door.

As he was leaving I thought to myself that Martin Jackson was most definitely an enigma.