Courtesan Ch. 44

Kirby laughed. "Actually I'm feeling pretty good right now."

Tonya leaned over and kissed Kirby's cheek. "Sweetie, trust us. Ellie and I are both very capable of making you feel a whole lot better."

Kelly had taken her fingers out of my mouth while Elvira and Tonya were talking to Kirby. As we watched them leave she turned to me and said, "Timmy I am sorry that I didn't come to you as soon as Tyler left this morning."

I smiled at her. "It really is okay, I understand. You did something very nice for Kirby and I do think it was better that I wasn't involved. I'm glad you did it."

"Thank you for understanding." Gently kissing my lips, Kelly added; "I did miss you last night."

Still smiling I looked at her and shook my head. "Kelly Mason, don't tell me lies. We both know that you didn't spend one second thinking about me last night."

She started to protest.

I gently placed a finger on her lips. "That's okay too sweetheart. I know that you still loved me last night. I'm confident that you will always love me. I just finally understand that when you're with another guy you're very good at focusing all of your attention on him. That ability is one of the reasons that you're able to enjoy sex with a variety of different partners so much and it's also one of the reasons that men enjoy sex with you so much."

Kelly shook her head. "But I feel so guilty when I realize that I spent a night with another man and never thought about you at all."

"Did you stop loving me last night?"

"No! Of course not! I'll never stop loving you!"

"Were you going to find me as soon as you could this morning?"

"Yes, I mean I couldn't until we were done with Kirby, but I wanted to find you first. You can ask Mandy, Tonya, Keisha and Elvira. They'll all tell you that."

"I don't have to ask. I'm sure it's true. Kelly, I know how much you love me and I'm pretty sure you know how much I love you. That's why we were able to survive the problems we just had."

Kelly put her arms around me and hugged me. While she held me in her arms she said, "Timmy I do know how much you love me and please never forget how much I love you."

"I won't Kelly, I promise I won't."

She kissed me hard on the lips and then we held each other. After a moment Kelly whispered, "Let's go upstairs and have a little fun before we have to leave for the airport."

I grinned at her. "That sounds like a wonderful plan."

Grabbing my hand, Kelly said; "Let's go." We raced up the stairs, laughing and giggling the entire way.

As soon as we got into our bedroom Kelly started undressing me. As she pulled my shirt over my head I asked, "Did you have fun with Tyler last night?"

After she tossed my shirt on the bed she looked at me for a moment and then she asked, "Do you really want to know?"

I laughed. "Of course I want to know. You've always told me all about your dates when you come home. Why should this one be any different?"

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know, I guess I'm still getting used to the idea that I'm openly cuckolding you again."

I smiled. "Don't worry, it might take a little time, but eventually we'll both get used to it." I kissed her forehead. "And we have lots of time. Now tell me about Tyler. Was he good?"

"Timmy he was wonderful. His cock wasn't all that big."

I nodded. "I know, I saw it when you were giving him a blow job by the pool yesterday afternoon."

"Yes, I suppose you did."

"So why was he so wonderful?"

"Timmy as I just said, his cock wasn't all that big, but he really knew how to use it. Babydoll that man understands how to properly fuck a woman. He's nearly insatiable and he can go for an incredibly long time. Last night, after we went up stairs, he got it up three more times. First I sucked him off and then he fucked me twice. The second time he fucked my ass. Some guys can be a little too rough when they do that, but he knew how to be gentle. He went really slow and he used a lot of lubricant."

Kelly smiled at me. "I'm not sure I know why, but I get really excited when I feel a guy cumming in my ass." She giggled. "Maybe it's because it seems so wicked."

"You like being wicked, don't you."

"I really do."

We both smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly sighed and said; "Anyway, after that we were both pretty tired so we slept cuddled up to each other. This morning we took a shower together and then I gave him a blow job before we went down to breakfast."

My wife giggled. "I love kissing a guy good bye that way."

I laughed. "My wife, the blow job queen."

Grinning, Kelly vigorously nodded her and said, "That's me."

There was a pause. Kelly stared at me. After a moment her grin vanished and she quietly asked, "Timmy are you still okay with that? I mean are you still happy that you're married to a slut?"

I smiled at her. "I think slut's a pretty strong word."

"It shouldn't be. It simply refers to a woman who enjoys sex with lots of different men. In fact, the idea that it's derogatory is actually kind of sexist. We don't have a word to describe a man who enjoys sex with lots of different women."

"How about cad or rake?"

"No, those words describe men who take advantage of women. That's not what were talking about."

"Okay, how about Casanova or Lothario?"

"Lothario? Not exactly a a common word in most peoples every day vocabulary."

"I grant you that, but the word still does exist.'

"Yes, but my point is that Casanova and Lothario are words that are rarely used. Most people probably couldn't tell you what a Lothario is, or even who he was; but everyone knows what a slut is."

Kelly shook her head. "Anyway, all of this is beside the point. I'll rephrase my question. Are you still content with being married to a woman who enjoys sex with lots of different men?"

I smiled. "Yes Kelly, I love being your cuckold and I hope that when you're Elvira's age you still have several boyfriends."

She giggled. "Only several?"

"People do slow down as they get older."

Kelly laughed. "Fortunately we're both still very young and if you're okay with it I plan to have a lot more lovers before I finally start to slow down."

"And I expect you to tell me about every detail of every date that you have with everyone of them."

"Will you promise to eat my pussy while I'm telling you?"

"Every single time."

Kelly started unbuckling my belt. "Let's get these pants off of you. I had a date last night, but I already told you about it and you weren't eating my pussy, so you owe me."

As I stepped out of my pants I grinned at Kelly and said, "And I'm a cuckold who always pays his debts."

Kelly pulled my panties down to my knees and slowly stroked the plastic tube of my cock cage. "I think that while you're eating my pussy, we'll leave your cock cage on and your panties around your knees. That should help you remember your place in our marriage."

I smiled.

Kelly smiled back and then, staring into my eyes, she raised the hem of her latex skirt, sat down on the edge of the bed and lay back. As she lasciviously spread her legs, exposing the glistening cleft of her bare pussy, she licked her lips and growled; "Get down on your knees and eat my cunt cuckboy."

My entire body tingled with excitement as I dropped to the carpeted floor and positioned myself between my mistress's parted thighs. Kelly had been right, leaving my cock cage on and my panties around my knees did make this act of submission even more exciting.

Kelly grabbed a handful of my hair and roughly pulled my face into her dripping pussy. "Eat me cuckboy, lick the cunt that Tyler Greer owned last night."

For the next few minutes I licked, kissed and sucked my wife's sopping sex while she lay back on the bed twisting her nipples and taunting me about Tyler Greer's amazing skill as a lover. I gave Kelly two orgasms. The second one seemed to be exceptionally powerful. That made me happy. Making my wife cum was even more satisfying for me than cumming myself.

After she recovered from her second orgasm Kelly sat up. Reaching down, she gently pulled me up on the bed next to her and put her arm around my shoulders. "Timmy, that was wonderful."

"I liked it too."

"Did you? I mean, does licking my pussy get you off?"

Playfully rolling my eyes, I said; "Do you even have to ask."

Kelly laughed. "No, I guess it was a foolish question."

She smiled at me. After a moment she stood up, walked over to her makeup table, opened her purse and took out the key for my chastity cage. Returning to the bed, she sat down next to me, unlocked the cage and slipped it off of my penis. As she set it on the night table next to her she asked, "Did this bother you yesterday?"

"No not really. Actually last night it was kind of a blessing."

"A blessing?"

"Yes, after I got into bed I started to think about you and Tyler. The mental image of the two of you together excited me. If I hadn't been wearing the cock cage, I don't think I would have been able to resist the urge to masturbate."

"Timmy honey, the key was in my purse on my makeup table. You knew that. You could have unlocked yourself, masturbated and then locked yourself up again and put the key back. I never would have known."

"Yes but I would have known."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy that's sweet. I love your obedience, but it's really not fair. I had at least a dozen orgasms with Tyler last night while you had to lay here alone in this bed, excited and frustrated."

I didn't say anything. I just stared at Kelly with a mischievous smile on my face.

After a moment she said, "What?"

I continued to smile at her. "Think about it."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. It was clear that she was trying to figure out what I was intimating. Don't misunderstand what was happening. Kelly is a very bright woman. It's just that at times, even the most fundamental concepts can be elusive for any of us.

I continued watching her. Gradually I saw her puzzled expression change to one of recognition.

Kelly looked at me and smiled. "That is really hot, isn't it. Last night I got to cum as many times as I wanted while you had to lay alone in this bed, envious, excited and totally helpless to do anything about it."

She laughed. "I thought the chastity cage was all about control, but that's only part of it. It's also about privilege and circumstance. As a superior I'm entitled to freely enjoy myself while you, my slave, are required to languish at home without any satisfaction, waiting patiently for my return."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said; "Timmy that is so hot. I love being a superior." Suddenly she started to giggle,

Now it was my turn to be puzzled. I looked at her and asked, "What's so funny?"

"I think doing the opposite might be just as hot."

"The opposite?'

"Yes, some night when Chris is over, I want to make you stand in the corner and masturbate while you watch him fuck me. The thought of seeing you humiliate yourself by jacking off like a twelve year old boy while you watch another man enjoying my body gets me very excited.

I laughed. "Sweet Kelly Mason is becoming a very creative dominatrix."

Suddenly Kelly closed her eyes and sighed. "Timmy, I am beginning to enjoy being a sadist and that's starting to worry me."

She paused for a moment and then shaking her head, she said, "I still can't believe how much I enjoyed whipping Kirby this morning and I absolutely loved taunting you about Tyler while you were going down on me a few minutes ago. And just now my pussy actually started to tingle when realized that while Tyler and I were enjoying each other last night, you were in this room, all alone in bed, horny and totally frustrated."

Looking at me, Kelly said; "Timmy, I'm afraid that I'm turning into a really bad person."

I picked up Kelly's hand and held it between my hands. "This morning when Tonya noticed me standing by the patio door while all of you were talking in the hallway, what were you doing?"

Kelly thought for a moment and then she shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I was listening to Keisha tell Kirby that we should get together and act out his fantasy at least once a month."

"Just before that."

"I'm sorry Timmy, I don't really remember. When I saw you I guess I got a little flustered."

"I remember what you were doing."

"What?"

"You were stroking Kirby's cheek and asking him if you'd hurt him too badly, and then you told him that you'd never really want to do anything that might actually injure him. That doesn't sound like a bad person to me."

"But..."

"Please listen for a moment Kelly."

"Okay."

"You are a dominant and you do occasionally enjoy being a little sadistic. There isn't any question about that, but think about this. Kelly, you're married to me. Mandy is one of your closest friends and Kirby is becoming a very good friend. All three of us are masochists. We enjoy it when you tease, torture and dominate us. I think that a lot of your pleasure comes from knowing that we're enjoying it just as much or even more than you are."

I looked at her. "Kelly a few minutes ago you made me eat your pussy while you taunted me about what a good lover Tyler was. Would you have done that if you didn't believe that I'd enjoy it?"

Kelly shook her head. "No, of course not."

"Kelly, I have never seen you be deliberately mean to any person or for that matter any living thing. When you see a spider in the house you try to catch it and carry it outside. That's not exactly the behavior of an evil sadist."

I smiled at her. "Sweetheart your sadism only takes place within the context of our sex games. In real life, you're one of the kindest, most caring human beings I've ever known. That's one of the reasons I love you so much."

Kelly placed her free hand on top of mine so that all four of our hands were locked together. "Thank you Timmy, that makes sense." She paused for a moment and then she added, "And I think I understand you better now."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "You understand me better?"

"Yes, we're actually very similar."

'Similar?"

"That right; you're only a submissive masochist during our sex games. Yes, you do enjoy a taking a more domestic role in our marriage than most husbands might choose, but that doesn't alter the fact that you're one of the strongest and wisest men I've ever met. The only place you're a wimp is in the bedroom."

I nodded. "And the bedroom is the only place you're a bitch."

Kelly giggled. "Unless we happen to be playing in the living room.

We both laughed and then there was a brief pause. After a moment I said, "Last night Martin Jackson said something to me that was very similar to what you just told me."

Kelly looked at me. "Last night? Martin? Why were you and Martin talking last night and what prompted him to say something like that to you?" She shook her head. "I mean, I'm glad that he recognizes who and what you really are, but why were you talking about it last night? I would have thought that he would have been completely preoccupied with this business deal last night."

"Kelly, you weren't then only one who was busy yesterday. I have a lot to tell you."

"And I want to hear about all of it, but first I want to give my beautiful man a nice long slow blow job."

Kelly patted my knee. "Now you sit right here on the edge of the bed and relax. Your wife is about to show you why she has to work tonight."

Kelly slipped to the floor and kneeled between my legs. As she began gently caressing my tiny cock and balls she looked up at me and said, "Timmy, I wish I didn't have to work tonight. "

I shrugged. "But you do. There will be other nights."

"Yes I know, but I feel like I neglected you yesterday and last night too and I also really missed you. Timmy I would love to feel you inside me this morning. I wish I could let you fuck me, but I can't. Tyler was a gentle lover, but he was able to keep going for so long that he really wore me out. Since I have to entertain another client tonight I need some time to recover. Today, I'm afraid that even your little penis would be a bit too much for me."

Suddenly she stopped and shook her head. "Timmy, I'm sorry. that didn't come out right at all. I wasn't trying to taunt you. Right now, that's the last thing I want to do."

"Kelly, it's okay. You're my wife. We can be honest with each other. I do have a small penis. We both know that."

"Timmy, you know that I love your small penis. It's my absolute favorite and it always will be."

"Your favorite small penis?" I was grinning at my wife."

Kelly stuck her tongue out at me. "You know what I mean."

"Yes I do know what you mean. I also understand exactly why you're saying that you can't let me fuck you this morning and I agree with you. You shouldn't let me fuck you. The man you're going to be entertaining this evening is a crucial investor for the firm's current project and John, Martin and Wendell are relying on you to show him a very good time."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy how do you know about all of this?"

"Well, I do happen to work for the firm and as I said earlier, last night turned out to be a very busy and incredibly interesting evening.

"You have to tell me all about it."

"I will, but first, how about that blow job. I didn't get to cum last night and this morning I am definitely in need."

Kelly looked up at me with an impish grin and said, "Is my sweet babydoll feeling a little uptight and unsettled today?"

"I thought you weren't going to tease me right now."

Winking at me, she said, "Sorry, sometimes it's hard to resist the opportunity." Then Kelly leaned over and kissed the head of my tiny but very erect penis..

I wish I could tell you that Kelly's blow job took a half hour, or even forty-five minutes. Sadly, everyone would know that was a lie. It took Kelly less than two minutes to get me off. She tried to prolong it, but her efforts were fruitless.

In my defense I would point out that I'd just endured nearly sixteen hours of intense sexual stimulation without any prior relief. I'm the first to admit that I'm a little quick on the trigger; but under the aforementioned circumstances, how many men could make a serious claim that they could have lasted longer. The few men who could honestly make that claim and then back it up, are of course, the studs that my wife and other women like her seek out as playmates.

Kelly kept my tiny cock in her mouth while I ejaculated. She always does. My wife loves the taste of a man's semen. As soon as she felt my penis begin to soften she looked up at me and smiled.

I looked away in shame. I'd so badly wanted to perform like a stud and I'd failed miserably.

Kelly climbed back up on the bed and sat next to me. After kissing my cheek, she whispered; "What's the matter stud? Why the long face?"

That made me smile. It was of course a reference to our favorite stupid joke. You know the one, A horse walks into a bar and the bartender asks, Why the long face?

I'm sure that some of you think that joke is ridiculous; but of course, it's exactly why Kelly and I love each other so much. We both have the sense of humor of a sophisticated eight year old.

I still didn't respond. I was ashamed and I wanted to wallow in my disgrace. This wasn't a submissive masochistic plea for humiliation. I wasn't looking for further embarrassment. I was seeking a far more normal response. I wanted Kelly to pat my hand and tell me everything was all right.

Kelly, being the wonderful wife she is, did just that. Gently stroking my cheek, she said; "Timmy honey, there are very few men in this world who, in the situation you just endured, would have been able to last longer than you did." My wonderful wife has an uncanny knack for sensing my mood and making me feel better.