Courtesan

Awesome segment GH. extremely arousing. As Stormy said, smoke alarm material for sure. Great job.

Thanks

TrF2

cuckold4one, Storm, asehpe, peak and Trf2

Thanks, I appreciate your feedback. I think I've told you before that for me the sex scenes are by far the hardest segments to write and the parts of the story that I feel the most insecure about. They also take the most time.

It really is hard to find different ways to penis without resorting to mighty spear.

GH

Snake ?

Ok, I hear you GH. I know you have said before that you find these sections difficult, but I have to say you do it so well. Pure Gold. Even the sheet cleaning.

"like a listless rattlesnake basking on a rock in the desert sun"

Yes....... that was very creative!

I'm glad that Timmy enjoyed a fresh creampie. Mmmmm.... made me hungry!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Very good GH, peak is right - every word is golden! Love the jumble of emotions, nicely portrayed.

Classic GH, excellent. Thank you.

Peak, cuckold4one, storm and Trf2

Again I thank you for your support. I really do think that sex scenes are very difficult to write and Storm you have set a very high standard.

GH

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 Mamister 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 just 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 just 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 use. At this point there really wasn't any reamister 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 good heartedly 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 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 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 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 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. Mamister, Mr. Kendricks told me that you wished to see me."

Kelly was sitting up on the bed with her back 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. I bowed politely. "Ms. Mamister, I am at your service."

Kelly looked down at the trickle of cum 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 jizz."

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. She rocked forward pressing herself against my mouth. A new trickle of semen began to drip from the depths of her womb onto my waiting tongue.

"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 began to viciously twist them with her fingernails while she ground 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 quite 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 relax. After a few minutes I heard Kelly's breathing slow. I slipped my arm out from under her, stood up and walked 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 relax with their mistresses."

Kelly vigorously shook her head. "No! No! No! I won't do this if I can't relax 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 relax 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 relax."

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

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

GH,
I don't think we get that channel over here. Maybe its cable.

Again, another golden episode. I don't think there is another writer who could have written that scene as well or from that perspective. All that tension and yet not one moment of anxiety from Tim. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

It may be your masochistic leanings coming out GH, but I've noticed before that the sections that give you pain to write often come out the sweetest. Well done.

"That's right cuckboy, lick it up. Lick up every drop of my lover's fresh jizz."


Oh my! Now that brings out the perved cuck from my loins.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Ok is anybody else totally exhausted after reading these last two segments? WOW WOW WOW how can anybody read this story and if they are a cuck and not feel what Timmy is feeling?

GH you and Storm must be absolutely drained, if your stories have such an effect on readers I can only imagine what is like for each of you to write your stories!! No wander you take these golf vacations! for no doubt total relaxation from such exhaustive writing. Let me know when you go golfing again and I'll see if I can't send you a pair of new pair of socks, you know just in case you get a "Hole in One".

Peak

I'm quite certain it was a BBC sit com. Thank you, I really do value your opinion.

Peak our buddy Techcuck is going to be laid up for awhile. You have as good a handle on the world of cuck literature as anyone. If you would be willing and he gives permission maybe I could give you his email address and you could send him a few extra stories to read.

GH

cuckold4one and Techcuck,

I'm glad you both enjoyed the segments. I really did enjoy writing them and yes Techcuck they do wear me out.

Thanks for taking a moment to comment. I do appreciate it.

GH

My eyes opened slowly. Next to me, Kelly was sound arelax. I glanced at the clock on the night table. It was five minutes to five. My internal alarm clock had been as reliable as ever. I yawned and quietly slipped out of bed. I was still tired. It had been nearly 1:00 AM by the time Kelly and I had finally gone to relax. I absolutely had to get a nap this afternoon. I didn't need excessive amounts of relax, but three or four hours a night just wasn't enough.

I went into the bathroom and quickly completed my morning routine. This included a hot shower. I needed it to fully wake up. Kelly was still relaxing soundly when I returned to the bedroom.

I felt a little tingle of excitement when I opened my underwear drawer and selected the panties I was going to wear that day. After I slipped them on I grabbed a pair of navy blue slacks and a yellow knit golf shirt from my closet.

Once I was dressed I kissed Kelly on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.

I wrote a quick note in the kitchen.

Dear Ms. Mamister

Have gone to work at Kirby's Quick Stop. Will be done between 10:30 and 11:00. Keep me posted on your day.

Your loving slave,

dicklet

I taped the note to the refrigerator door, grabbed my car keys and left for work.

When I got to the Quick Stop Kirby greeted me with fresh cinnamon rolls and hot coffee. They were just what I needed.

He waited until I'd eaten part of a cinnamon roll and had several sips of my coffee and then he hesitantly asked, "So how are things going with your wife?"

I smiled at him. "Did you talk to Elvira yesterday?"

Kirby nodded. "I did."

"Did she fill you in?"

"Yup."

"About everything?"

"I think so."

"Even about Kelly's job? I mean her real job."

"Yes she did."

I waited. Kirby sipped his coffee. I ate the rest of my cinnamon roll.

Finally I asked, "Aren't you going to say something about our life style?"

Kirby looked at me. "Do you want me to say something?"

I nodded. "Yes, I think I do."

Kirby thought for a moment and then he said, "Timmy when there's two kids in a family the younger young always seems to have a little more freedom than the older young had. I guess the older young fights all the battles and when the younger young comes along the parents are a little more inclined to acquiesce to demands and requests that worried them with the older young."

He took a sip of his coffee. "Well in this situation you might say that Elvira acted as your older sister. When she first told me about her relationship with Maxwell I was dumbfounded. I couldn't understand how any man would be willing to accept that kind of a marital situation. Elvira and I talked about it every day and it became increasingly apparent to me that she deeply loved husband. It was obvious that she never would have dreamed about doing something that would have hurt him; so I had to come to the incredible conclusion that he not only accepted the situation, he liked it."

He smiled at me. "Timmy, I may just be an old navy cook, but I am smart enough to understand that everyone in this world doesn't have to live and think exactly like me. The more Elvira and I talked about all of this, the more I began to understand that their life style didn't actually hurt anybody. All that really seemed to matter was that they were both confident of their absolute love for each other."

He stared at me. "Are you confident that your wife loves you?"

I nodded. "I wasn't a week ago, but I am now."

Kirby sighed. "Yes, Elvira told me about the problem the two of you had. I gather that your wife had a little difficulty reconciling her lifestyle with the expectations that were drilled into her by her family."

I smiled. "Yes, that's pretty much it in a nutshell."

"Is she feeling better about it now?"

"I think so. We spent all of Wednesday afternoon in some very intense discussions. I think she now understands that the only people we have to please are ourselves."

Kirby chuckled. "There are a lot of people who would be much happier if they could come to that realization."

I looked at Kirby. "Do you think I'm a pervert?"

"Do you think your a pervert?"

"Sometimes."

He laughed. "Timmy my friend, I believe that most all of us occasionally believe that about ourselves. The people who don't are either sexually dead or so uptight that they have to deny their most secret desires."

"Do you have secret desires?"

"Oh yes."

"Tell me."

Kirby shook his head. "Oh no, you'll think I'm a pervert."

"He is a pervert. He has a huge collection of big titty magazines."

We both turned. Elvira was standing in the doorway."

I looked at my watch. "It's only seven o'clock. You're not due to be here for at least three more hours."

She shrugged. "I figured that there was going to be some pretty interesting conversation this morning and I didn't want to miss it."

Both Kirby and I watched in dismay as Elvira hung her coat in the storage closet and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Kirby finally said, "You know, with three of us here it's going to get pretty fuckin crowded behind the cash register."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "If you'd lose a few pounds that might not be as much of a problem."

Kirby chuckled. "I have to eat to relieve the stress that comes from working with an acid tongued old crone."

Elvira winked at me. "Timmy honey, our boss is pretty sharp. If you ever decide to start trading barbs with him you'd better be ready to get ripped apart."

"Be careful Timmy, she's setting you up. Elvira's not anywhere near as senile as she looks."

I put my hand up. "Hey you two can rip each other apart after I leave. Right now I want to hear more about Kirby's perversions. That's only fair. He knows that I'm a submissive cuckold wimp and you're a man hungry slut. Frankly, having a collection of titty magazines is pretty tame."

Elvira flashed Kirby a menacing grin.

He madly shook his head. "No Elvira, I told you that in confidence."

"The boys right Cookie. You know his secret, so it's only fair that he learns yours."

Kirby sighed. "Oh all right." He looked at me. "But only because I already know about your fetishes."

I looked at him. "Okay, so what are yours?"

He pointed at Elvira. "She can tell you."

"He's a masochist like you and Max, but he's not a cuckold."

"How could I be, I've never been married."

Elvira shrugged. "Good point. Anyway, his fantasy is to be tied up and whipped by a woman with huge tits dressed in black latex."

I looked at Kirby. His face was beet red.

Elvira grinned. "I offered to do it for him, but my tits aren't big enough and I think I'm too old."

Kirby chuckled. "Yeah but you're sure mean enough."

Elvira stuck out her tongue at him.

I smiled at Kirby. "I like your fantasy. It's pretty creative."

He shrugged.

"Hey I just had a good idea."

Elvira and Kirby both looked at me.

"I could ask Kelly. She has big tits and she's pretty adventurous. I'll bet she'd be willing to do it."

Kirby's eyes bugged out and he madly shook his head. "No, no; that's okay, I'm...I'm fine."

Elvira laughed. It was a warm, comforting laugh. "Timmy honey our big friend is a little shy around women."

Elvira patted my shoulder. "Come on cuckboy, tell us about last night."

I smiled. I understood exactly what she was doing. Kirby was embarrassed and Elvira was shifting the focus of attention back to me.

I looked at Kirby. "Are you sure you want to hear about it? It was a pretty kinky evening."

Kirby's face was still flushed. He stared at the floor and quietly said, "Worse than wanting to be whipped by a large breasted woman wearing a black latex suit?"

I grinned at him. "Not worse, not better; just different."

Elvira poked Kirby in the ribs. "Want to hear about his night rubberboy?"

"Elvira stop! You're embarrassing him."

"Oh Timmy relax. Kirby's my best friend. He knows that I would never deliberately do anything to hurt his feelings. He has to get over this silly insecurity about his sexual fantasies. You better than anyone should understand that there's nothing about his dream that hurts anyone else or for that matter should even concern anyone else. It's really nobody else's business."

I smiled "Kirby, she is right about that."

Kirby shrugged. "yeah I know, but it's still a little embarrassing. I mean it's not exactly the standard Hollywood romance scenario."

Elvira laughed. "That's the real joke. Your fantasy is probably a lot closer to the Hollywood norm than the sentimental pap that the gossip magazines try to peddle."

"Do you really think that's true Ellie?"

"Yeah Cookie I really do." Elvira patted Kirby's cheek. "Come on let's hear about cuckboy's evening."

"Elvira!"

"Oh relax rubberboy. Timmy gets just as excited when I call him cuckboy as you do when I call you rubberboy."

Kirby smiled at me and shrugged.

I laughed.

He shook his head. "Timmy I'd love to hear all about your evening."

I nodded. "I served dinner to my wife and her boyfriend."

"Damn Timmy, that's pretty fuckin amazing."

"Hush up rubberboy! I want to hear Timmy's story. I think it's going to be pretty hot."

I spent the next hour telling Kirby and Elvira about Kelly's date with Chris and my role as her slave. They both listened intently.

When I was finally finished Kirby waited a moment and then he shook his head. "Fuckin A Timmy that really was hot, but..." His voice trailed off. Something was bothering him.

"What's the matter big boy? Come on spit it out. Some thing's bothering you and I'm sure Timmy won't mind if you ask him about it. He's a friend. It's better to be forthright and clear the air than to let some nagging question fester and gnaw at your friendship."

Elvira had a directness about her that was occasionally alarming but more often refreshing. She was genuinely open, sincere and honest.

Kirby slowly nodded. "You're right Ellie, I do need to ask." He looked at me. "Did you really eat his jizz? Isn't that kind of...?"

"Gay? Oh Kirby honey, don't be silly. That doesn't make Timmy gay. It's obvious to me that he's totally fixated on his wife's philandering pussy. My Max was the same way and he loved eating my lovers cum. The minute one of my boyfriends would leave he'd crawl into our bedroom and lap up every last drop of the guys fresh semen."

She laughed. "Hell I loved it too. I still do. I swallowed a big load last night."

Both Kirby and I stared at Elvira. She recognized our amazement and rolled her eyes. "I told you guys before that I may be old, but I'm not dead. My German boyfriend, Wolfgang came over last night." She smiled. "Damn I love sucking his cock and when Wolfie cums I swallow every last drop."

Suddenly she got very quiet. "After Max died I stopped dating. I loved him so much. I was devastated by his death. I didn't go out of the house or have any visitors for months. I was withering away."

Elvira walked over had hugged Kirby. "You and this stupid job saved my life and I'll always love you for that."

Kirby put his arms around Elvira. "No Ellie, you saved yourself. You're the one who took the job."

"How did you two find each other?"

Elvira and Kirby had their arms wrapped around each other. Elvira's cheek was pressed against her big friend's massive chest. She smiled. "I live around the corner. I had to get food. This was the closest source."

Kirby shook his head. "For months she lived on saltine crackers and tea. She came in once a week. Every time I saw her she seemed to be weaker and more frail. One day I followed her home."

"When he knocked on the door I told him to go away. He refused and just stubbornly stood on my front steps waiting for me to open that damned door. Finally I relented and let him come in. By that time I was just a lifeless wraith. I had become completely passive. Kirby was the first permister that I'd had more than a cursory conversation with in months. He was also the first permister to pay any attention to me since Max's funeral. Suddenly I was pouring my heart out to him."

Kirby shook his head. "It was like a damn burst. For over two hours she sobbed and cried while she told me how much she missed her husband. When she finally calmed down I ran back to the store and got a can of vegetable beef soup."

"Timmy he held me in his arms and fed the soup to me." She smiled. "After that he came every afternoon and made soup for me. We talked while I ate. The soup and his care and attention not only restored my strength, it gave me back my spirit."

"Ellie was always a strong woman, but the death of Max was a traumatic blow. It had knocked her down. All I did was give her a hand up."

Elvira looked into her friend's eyes. "Cookie, without that hand I'd be dead today."

She turned to me. "One day while I was eating my soup Kirby asked me If I wanted a job working in his store."

Kirby shrugged. I was working every day from 6:00 am until midnight. The hours were starting to wear me down. The only break I ever got was during the time I closed the store so I could visit Ellie."

"My first reaction was to say no. Max left me with a very nice pension. Money was never an issue for me."

Elvira smiled. "But then I thought about Kirby's offer. It dawned on me that the job really wasn't about money. It was about purpose and companionship. We all need a reamister to get out of bed in the morning and everyone needs a friend. I also stopped thinking exclusively about myself and finally realized that this wonderful man actually did need my help. I started work the next day and I was reborn. A week later I went out on my first date since Max died." She grinned at Kirby and me. "Damn it felt good to get laid again."

I stared at Kirby. Their story had moved me. On the surface the overweight, tattoo covered, exnavy cook appeared to be a gruff macho brute. That morning I realized what a superficial assessment that was. When I think back, I guess that I'd sensed the depth of Kirby's character and the strength of his heart the moment I met him. That explains why I was initially drawn to him; but it wasn't until that morning, when I finally heard Elvira's complete story, that I began fully appreciate just how good a man Kirby Lundquist really was.

As I stood there with those two wonderful people I made a decision. At my first opportunity I would tell this story to my wife and then I would tell her about Kirby's secret fantasy. There wasn't any doubt in my mind that both Kelly and Tonya would be able and willing to make it into a reality.

The rest of the morning passed quickly. Elvira spent the time regaling Kirby and me with a litany of wonderful stories about her extraordinary sexual exploits. It was obvious that all her life Elvira had been a bold and audacious woman with a nearly insatiable appetite for carnal adventure.

At 10:30 Elvira and I started checking me out of the cash register. While we were working Kirby suddenly asked. "Hey Timmy is that the same black Lincoln that picked you up here the other day?"

Elvira and I both stopped what we were doing and looked out the front window.

Elvira tugged on my shirt. "Timmy, that is the same car."

I nodded. "Yes it is."

Kirby reached under the counter and pulled out his baseball bat. "Timmy do you want me to deal with this?"

I grabbed Kirby's arm. "Relax buddy, they're good guys."

Kirby stared at me for a moment and then he nodded and leaned the bat against the back side of the checkout counter. "All right, but I'm going to keep this right here. If they try any funny stuff I've got your back."

I turned and looked out the window again. Edward Baylor was stepping out of the back seat of the Lincoln.

Next to me Elvira whispered, "Timmy that's the same guy that was here on Wednesday."

Kirby picked up the bat. "Timmy I am not going to let them fuck with you."

This time Elvira grabbed Kirby's arm. "Cookie relax. You heard Timmy, they're okay."

"Yeah, well it never hurts to be prepared."

Elvira picked up her friend's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Just promise me you won''t do anything silly. If Timmy needs our help he'll let us know."

She stared at Kirby. "Promise me. Say it."

He grudgingly said, "Yeah okay, I'll keep my cool."

Elvira smiled. "Good."

Edward Baylor opened the front door and stepped into the store. As soon as he saw me he walked straight over with his hand extended. "Good morning Mr. Jamiemister."

I took his hand. "Good morning Mr. Baylor, it's good to see you again."

After we shook hands Mr. Baylor said; "Mr. Jamiemister, Martin Jackmister sends his compliments."

I nodded.

"He would like to meet with you this morning.'

"Is he going to give me another five grand?"

Mr. Baylor smiled at me and asked, "Does he need to?"

I smiled back at him and shook my head. "No, he really doesn't"

He gestured towards the door. "Shall we go?"

I bowed. "Absolutely."

I turned to Kirby and Elvira. "Everything is okay. I know exactly what this is about. I should be back in a couple of hours and I'll fill you in on everything that happened. If I'm not going to get back here I'll call you."

Kirby nodded. "Okay Timmy, but if you need us call. We'll be there immediately."

I waved at him to acknowledge his support and then I walked out the door. As I was getting into the back seat of the Lincoln I thought to myself that it was very comforting to have friends like Elvira Higgins and Kirby Lundquist.

Ah, GH, you do so many things well in your segments. Even the non-cuckold ones are so much fun to read, I really look up to them. They're like little jewels, ready to sparkle as soon as there is some sunlight on them.

Thanks so much for doing what you do! :-)

Wonderful, gh. i totally agree with asehpe. This is just a great story even without the sex. That's icing on the cake! Superb work. Thank you. priss

Man, that was some great writing there, GH. Some interesting story line you're weaving for us. Can't wait to see where we go next.

Thank you

TrF2

Wow! Hadn't had a chance to read for awhile and found 5 new posts! My cup runneth over! Loved the story of Kirby and Elvira, just incredible writing, strong and moving. The post-Kendricks scene with Timmy and Kelly was blazing, and the tease for what's coming next is masterfully played. You must be worn to a nubbin after that amazing effort.

Thanks doesn't cover it, but it's all I've got!!

Wonderful sections again GH. I think you have your Mojo back for sure.

On the other point, drop me a line. I'll do what I can.

Great segement GH it is especialy nice to see and read that a cuck has a life outside of the sex. This to me makes a complete story as we see the characters in real life situations.

asehpe, Priss, Trf2, Storm, Peak and Techcuck

Thank you for your kind comments. I again appreciate your taking a moment to tell me you're enjoying the story.

GH

The Lincoln pulled up in front of the Whetmore Building. As we got out of the car Mr. Baylor said, "John will wait for you here. As soon as the meeting is over he'll take you back to your car."

After seeing me nod in acknowledgment Mr. Baylor turned and walked into the building. I followed him. He didn't give me any further instructions. He didn't need to, he knew I understood the drill.

The elevator stopped on the fifty-second floor. As soon as the doors opened Mr. Baylor and I stepped into the oak paneled alcove. He opened the door to Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds and held it for me while I walked into the office.

Janet Collins was standing next to her desk on the opposite side of the luxurious reception room. She greeted me as I approached her. "Good morning Mr. Jamiemister. It's nice to see you again. Mr. Jackmister is waiting for you. Please follow me."

She turned and walked down the hallway that was behind her desk. She stopped when she arrived at the door to Mr. Jackmister's office. It was closed. She knocked. This time it didn't open immediately. Instead a voice inside said, "Come in."

Janet opened the door. For the second time in three days I walked into Martin Jackmister's office. As soon as I was inside, Janet closed the door behind me.

Mr. Jackmister was standing next to the four brown leather chairs that were arranged around a small coffee table. My wife was seated in one of the chairs. She was smiling at me. I smiled back at her.

Martin Jackmister walked over to me with his hand extended. "Good morning Mr. Jamiemister. It's nice to see you again."

I nodded. "It's nice to see you too Mr. Jackmister."

After we shook hands he gestured to the chair to the right of my wife. "Won't you please sit down."

"Thank you." I sat down. I noted that this time I wasn't offered water or coffee.

Mr. Jackmister sat in the chair opposite Kelly. As soon as he was seated he said, "Mr. Jamiemister, let's get right to the point. Your wife and I have just been discussing the possibility of her returning to her old job."

"Yes, I knew that she was planning to talk to you about that this morning."

He looked at me. "How do you feel about that possibility?"

That of course the key question. It was the reamister Martin Jackmister had sent Edward Baylor and the Lincoln to get me. If JTandR wanted to put Kelly back into her old job they had to have my approval first, otherwise they would be exposing themselves to the possibility of additional legal action from me.

I also understood that once I gave that approval I would most likely be surrendering any legal advantages I might have had regarding potential claims that JTandR obligate my wife into a life of prostitution.

Actually I had very little interest in pursuing those claims. I didn't really believe that they had much validity. After all, Kelly did lie to her employers about my knowledge and acceptance of her job activities.

I also recognized that the partners at JTandR were very generous employers. Neither Kelly nor I were motivated by wealth. Kelly's compensation for her work as a hostess was more than enough money to keep us happy.

There was however a plan hatching in the back of my brain. The plan required a large initial infusion of cash. If I could make the plan work, it would not only benefit Kelly and me, it would also create a better living environment for the other hostesses at JTandR and therefore ultimately help the firm.

I looked at Martin Jackmister and said, "Let's be frank."

Kelly's head shot around in surprise. "Timmy?"

Mr. Jackmister stared at me for a moment and then he slowly nodded his head. "I've always believed that being forthright facilitates a discussion."

Kelly leaned over and whispered, "Timmy don't blow this."

I smiled at her. "Don't worry, it will be all right."

Kelly shook her head. She was clearly concerned about what I was doing.

Mr. Jackmister was watching us. After a moment he said, "Mr. Jamiemister, I believe the ball is in your court."

I took a deep breath and said, "First of all let us agree on a few basic assumptions."

"Go on."

"My wife was a very good hostess and losing her would be a misfortune for JTandR."

Mr. Jackmister nodded. "Yes, I'll concede that."

Kelly was watching me very carefully. There was an expression of alarm on her face.

I ignored her. I had to do that. For my plan to work it was essential that Mr. Jackmister viewed me as a power to be reckoned with.

I continued. "The circumstances leading up to my wife's eventual employment as a hostess for JTandR has left your firm in a vulnerable legal position."

"Yes, we discussed that two days ago."

"If I consent to my wife's continued employment as a hostess, your firm's legal exposure is substantially diminished."

Mr. Jackmister smiled. "Yes, Mr. Jamiemister; you are correct."

"Two days ago you offered me a cash settlement of four million dollars and offered to double that amount if I was able to reconcile with my wife."

Mr. Jackmister didn't move or say anything. He just watched me.

"I have reconciled with my wife. If I approve of my wife's continued employment as a hostess will that offer be honored?"

Mr. Jackmister leaned forward. He was about to respond. I held up my hand and stopped him.

"I don't think it should be honored. Actually I never felt the offer was necessary. My wife was every bit as culpable as your firm."

Now Mr. Jackmister was staring at me with an expression of dismay.

"Nonetheless, the moment I approve of Kelly's return to work as a hostess I surrender any legal position we might have had."

Mr. Jackmister continued to stare at me.

"I would like to propose a counter offer. I will approve of my wife's return to work as a hostess and my wife and I will both sign forms absolving your firm of any legal culpability for any activities on your part that might be construed as enticements or coercions to get her to work as a corporate prostitute. In exchange you will agree to pay Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus for returning to work as a hostess."

Mr. Jackmister smiled at me. "Timmy that was very well done and yes, I will agree, but you've piqued my curiosity. After our last meeting I'd assessed you as a permister who wasn't particularly motivated by money. Why are you making this proposal?"

"Two million dollars is a lot of money."

"Yes, but I'm certain that you realize that we're going to pay your wife a very generous salary. You don't strike me as the kind of man who would readily jeopardize that kind of financial security, even for two million dollars in cash. Kelly is a very good hostess, maybe the best we've ever had; but I'm certain that you must understand that nobody is irreplaceable. You took a huge risk. Why?"

"I'm plan to use the money for a down payment on a house."

"You can buy a very large house with a down payment of two million dollars."

"Yes, and I think we'll need one."

I glanced at Kelly. She was studying me. We hadn't discussed this and she was trying to figure out what I was doing."

Mr. Jackmister was obviously still very curious. He looked at me and asked, "Why would you need a big house?"

"My wife has become very close friends with the other hostesses at JTandR. From what Kelly tells me, they all enjoy their work, but I get the impression that they're rather lonely. Kelly's job as a hostess demands that she spend a large number of evenings out. I also get lonely." I smiled. "I thought that maybe we could buy a house that was large enough so that all of us could live together. That way..."

Kelly gasped. "Timmy, what a wonderful idea. When did you start thinking about this?"

"Yesterday morning while I was driving to work, but you actually planted the seed when we were talking to Tonya on Wednesday afternoon."

Kelly looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"You remember don't you? You wanted Tonya and I to become lovers. You wanted her to become part of my life so that she could give me some support while you were out with other men."

Kelly nodded. "Yes I do remember. I'm also hoping that she'll badger me if I ever start neglecting you again."

"While we were talking about all of that Tonya mentioned that she'd never really had a home. I think it was that comment that started me thinking about using any money we that we might get from as a settlement from JTandR to buy a big house. Tonya could live with us and if they're interested Keisha and Mandy could too."

Kelly grinned. "Timmy, I'm sure they would jump at the chance to do that."

I glanced over at Mr. Jackmister. He was chuckling.

I thought he was laughing at me. I was a little offended by his callousness. With a slight tone of displeasure in my voice I said; "I'm sorry sir, but I do think it's a good idea."

Mr. Jackmister quickly shook his head. "Timmy I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at either you or your plan. In fact I happen to think that it's an outstanding idea. Actually I've had the same thought for the past year, I just didn't know how to go about getting it done. Now you're here trying to persuade me to give you the money necessary to do it. I was laughing at the irony of the situation."

He sat back and thought for a moment and then he leaned forward again. "Timmy, I will gladly pay Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus. If you put it towards the purchase of a house where Tonya, Keisha and Mandy can also live, I will kick in an extra two million dollars." He paused. "I do however, have one request."

"What's that sir?"

"I would like Antoine to be able to live there as well."

I looked at Kelly. She smiled. "Timmy, that's not a problem. Antoine is a very kind and friendly man. He would be a wonderful addition to any household."

I grinned. "It looks like we're going to have to go house shopping. With four million dollars to spend I think we should be able to find something that will be acceptable."

Kelly giggled at my joke and then she said, "I can't wait to tell Tonya, Keisha and Mandy. They're going to be so happy."

I sat back in my chair and smiled. At that moment I was bursting with pride. I'd just locked horns with a hard nosed, multimillionaire business tycoon and managed to negotiate a deal that I hoped was going to dramatically enhance the lives of six people. For the first time in my life I felt like I was on the verge of accomplishing something that really mattered.

Martin Jackmister smiled at my joke and Kelly's expression of excitement and then he said, "The financial terms of Kelly's return to her job as a hostess appear to have been settled, but we I think we still have some other issues to resolve."

He looked directly at me. "Timmy, if your wife is going to return to JTandR as a hostess, I think that it is absolutely essential for you to fully understand your place in the hierarchy of our firm."

He paused to think. After a moment he continued. "This morning I met with Chris Kendricks. He told me all about your little dinner party last night. I found his description of the role you played to be most illuminating.

He leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Jamiemister..." He stopped in mid sentence and smiled. "I guess there really isn't any reamister for me to call you Mr. Jamiemister anymore is there dicklet." He chuckled. "But of course you will continue to refer to me as Mr. Jackmister or sir."

I stared at him. I was completely disarmed by this sudden change of character.

Before I had a chance to collect myself, he continued his verbal assault. "Cuck boy, you're sitting in a chair. In this office, slaves never sit in chairs. Now get down on your knees and do not ever again have the audacity to stand in my presence."

Feeling completely humiliated I passively slipped out of the chair and dropped to my knees.

Mr. Jackmister smiled at my acquiescence then he unzipped his suit trousers and took out his very large and very erect cock. "Come over here Kelly. Let's show the little wimp exactly what you do when you're at work."

Without bothering to even glance in my direction Kelly stood up and walked over to her boss. She stared into his eyes while she slowly removed her blouse.

Mr. Jackmister took a deep breath as he watched my wife unclasp her brassiere and toss it onto his desk. While Kelly was lasciviously fondling her nipples for him he reached out, grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. She fell to her knees between his legs and eagerly picked up his stiff penis with both of her hands.

Martin Jackmister turned his head and stared at me while my wife leaned over and kissed the engorged head of his erect cock. As Kelly took his massive penis into her mouth and started sucking it he sneered at me. "Cuckboy, your wife gives an absolutely magnificent blow job."

During this entire time Kelly had not smiled at me, made eye contact with me or acknowledged my existence in any way.

Maybe it was because we'd just finished some very intense financial negotiations. Maybe it was because without any warning or prior discussion Mr. Jackmister's demeanor had changed so abruptly. Maybe it was due to the underlying sense of malice that I suddenly perceived in his attitude towards me. Maybe it was because my wife was so thoroughly ignoring me. Maybe it was because I didn't sense the care and concern that I'd felt the previous night from Chris and Kelly.

Most likely it was the combination of all of those factors and probably others that I hadn't even yet begun to grasp. In any case, this time I wasn't excited by the use and offense that I was experiencing. This time I was deeply offended by it.

Kelly was so engrossed in sucking her bosses cock that she didn't even take notice when I stood up and hurriedly walked out of Martin Jackmister's office.

All that AND a cliffhangar. This really is turning into a novel of epic dimensions GH. Take your time, if the story so far is anything to go by, this opus looks like it will be more than worth waiting for. A real treat.

So, is Mr Jackmister going to play the 'evil businessman' role after all? My guess is that this is a little bit of a diversion (I mean, it was Mr Jackmister who got the ball rolling by wanting to meet Timmy in the first place...). My guess is that there is some sort of test of something going on, that Kelly and Mr Jackmister are performing for some reamister, and that everything will be revealed in the next segment.

Or will it? :-)

Peak

This is one of those sections that is either going to work very well or fall flat on it's face. We'll see what happens.

asehpe

So often people are inadvertently hurt because we fail to recognize each other's needs. I'm interested in hearing your thoughts.

Gentlemen thank you for your comments. As always they are appreciated.

GH

By the time I passed Janet Collin's desk I was nearly running.

She stood up and called to me. "Mr. Jamiemister, is something wrong?"

I was seething with anger as I stood in the alcove waiting for the elevator. I didn't care how much money that man had or how much money he was willing to give to Kelly and me. Nobody but my wife was going to treat me like that. I was Kelly's wimp, but I sure as hell wasn't anyone else's.

John the Lincoln driver saw me when I walked out of the Whetmore building. He got out of the car and greeted me. "Hello Mr. Jamiemister, are you ready to return to your automobile?"

As I brushed past him I mumred. "No thank you John. I'll find my own way home."

He stared in dismay as I stormed down the street.

I walked for two blocks before my anger finally started to subside and I again regained control of my emotions. I stopped walking and took several deep breaths. After a moment I noticed a cocktail lounge two doors away, Danny's Bar and Grill.

I went inside. It was the lunch hour. The tables were full but there was space at the bar. I sat on one of the open stools.

The bartender walked over and set a napkin in front of me. "What can I get for you?" He had a warm smile. It made me feel better.

I knew that holy water wasn't going to help me so I said, "Just a Diet Coke."

He nodded. "You got it buddy."

My cell phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D.. It was Kelly. I didn't answer the call. At that moment I didn't feel like talking to her.

A moment later my cell phone rang again. This time the caller I.D. indicated that it was from someone at Jackmister, Tyler and Reynolds. I didn't answer that call either.

The bartender brought me my Diet Coke. I took a sip. It tasted good. I started to think about what had just occurred. I didn't fully understand why I'd reacted the way I did. That scene should have just been another part of my cuckold fantasy. Yes, Mr. Jackmister was much more aggressive than Chris had been; but I should have seen that as more exciting, not offensive.

Kelly's failure to pay any attention to me at all had been very unsettling and I knew that had to be part of the reamister I reacted the way I did. I also realized that it wasn't the only reamister. As I sat there sipping my Coke I began to understand the real cause for my behavior and I felt ashamed.

I was feeling so proud of myself after I'd negotiated that deal with Mr. Jackmister. For the past year I'd watched my wife's professional life grow and flourish. She had an important job with a very successful investment firm. She earned a six figure salary, wore expensive clothing, drove a prestigious automobile and regularly traveled to a variety of exotic cities. Of course I now know that during all that time she was working as a corporate call girl, but I'd just learned that. For the past year I'd believed that Kelly was a very successful business woman.

At the same time I earned barely more than the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a neighborhood shopping flyer that very few people actually read. I was trying to write a novel, but I was making very little progress. It would have been just as productive for me to have spent my time making collages of pictures I'd cut from magazines so that my wife could tape them to the refrigerator door.

During the past year Kelly had treated me with increasing disdain and indifference. I now understand why, but for a long time I believed the cause was my absolute failure as a human being. Even when you know the truth it can be very difficult to cull out the seeds of doubt.

This morning I'd actually done something important. I'd put together a plan that was going to dramatically enhance the lives of six people. I felt proud. I wanted to savor the moment, but that didn't happen. Instead I was suddenly dicklet the slave, my wife was ignoring me and the man I'd just grappled with in an intense negotiation was treating me like a pathetic wimp.

I'd desperately wanted my wife's recognition and instead, she'd lavished her attention on my opponent and completely ignored me.

Now looking back I understood why she had to do that. Kelly's goal during that meeting had been to get her old job back. I also had a goal and when Kelly realized what it was and saw what I'd achieved, she was pleased. It just wasn't yet time for celebration. She still had a task to complete so that she could achieve her goal and I was too self centered to allow her to do that.

I desperately wished that somehow I could transport myself back in time. It now seemed like it would be so easy to silently kneel there while my wife's boss made certain that I was a willing cuckold.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

I turned. A cute little brunette was smiling at me. She appeared to be about five feet two inches tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. At first glance she looked like a teenager, but when I looked into her eyes I saw a wisdom there that told me she had to be in her mid twenties."

I shrugged. "Help yourself."

As she sat down. I turned back to my Coke. Even though she was gorgeous, I wasn't the least bit interested in meeting a strange girl in a bar.

The bartender walked over. "What can I get you?"

"Timmy is that a Diet Coke?"

Without thinking I nodded and answered, "Yes it is."

"I'll have the same thing."

As she opened her purse and took out a ten dollar bill I suddenly realized that she'd just said my name. I turned. "How do you know who I am?"

She smiled as she laid the ten dollar bill on the bar. "Timmy I feel like I know you very very well. Kelly has spent hours talking about you and now that I'm finally getting to meet you I have to admit that you're even cuter than she said you were."

She extended her hand. "I'm Mandy Wells. I work with your wife. I'm another hostess."

I shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you Mandy."

I smiled at her for a moment and then I asked, "How did you find me?"

"John, your Lincoln driver sensed something was wrong. He followed you. When he saw you go into this bar he called Janet Collins. She told Mr. Jackmister that you were here."

I shrugged. "I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd care."

Mandy shook her head. "Oh you're very wrong about that. The moment they realized that you'd left his office both Kelly and Mr. Jackmister went into a panic. They ran after you, but by the time they got into the alcove the elevator door was already closed. Kelly started crying. She's still desperately afraid that she's going to lose you. Mr. Jackmister took her to Tonya Lewis's office to try to calm her down."

"Keisha, Antoine and I all heard Kelly crying and ran into Tonya's office to see what was wrong. Your wife was sitting on the couch. Tonya had her arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. Kelly was sobbing. As she cried she was lamenting to Tonya, 'I ignored him. All I had to do was smile at him and everything would have been all right, but I didn't do that. I just ignored him. I promised that I would never ever neglect him again and then I did it.'"

"Martin was on the telephone with Janet Collins. She was telling him where you were. I heard him tell her to call Wendell Tyler and ask him to join us in Tonya's office."

The bartender brought Mandy's Diet Coke. She took a sip and then she continued.

"Kelly pulled herself together for a moment and took out her cell phone. She told us that she had to call you and try to apologize. She sounded desperate. When you didn't answer she put her cell phone away and burst into tears again. As soon as he was finished talking to Janet Collins Mr. Jackmister tried to call you from Tonya's desk phone, but you didn't answer his call either. A moment later Mr. Tyler arrived."

Mandy looked at me. "Mr. Jackmister told us about the meeting. Kelly is sure that you left because she was ignoring you. Mr. Jackmister feels like he was too rough on you."

Mandy reached out and touched my hand. "Timmy; Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I got so excited when we heard about your plan to buy a house for all of us that we could barely pay attention to anything else that was said. You have to be the most wonderful man in the entire world. We have to find a way to resolve this misunderstanding."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'd like to find a way out of it too."

"Mr. Jackmister, Mr. Tyler and Tonya discussed the situation and decided that they should send me to talk to you."

"Why you? I mean it was a good choice. You're doing a very nice job of calming me down."

"Because I'm a submissive just like you are. They thought I'd be the one who was most able to understand how you're feeling."

I chuckled. "They're very smart people."

Mandy nodded. "Yes they are and they're also very nice. Mr. Jackmister can sometimes be so dominant that he gets a little scary, but I know him. I understand how kind he really is. He'd do anything for me. All I'd have to do is ask him."

She giggled. "I did make them send me some back up." She turned and looked behind us. "He's standing by the door right now."

I turned. It was Wendell Tyler.

Mandy waved him over. He immediately joined us. The bar stool on the other side of me was open. As he sat down Mandy asked, "Sir we're having Diet Cokes. Would you like one?"

Mr. Tyler laughed. "Mandy honey, I think I can handle the real thing."

It was possible that this wizened old man weighed less than Mandy.

Mandy waved to the bartender. When she got his attention she yelled, "One real Coke." And pointed at Wendell. The bartender nodded.

Mr. Tyler patted my back. "Timmy things got a little confused this morning. They didn't turn out the way anyone had planned. Let me begin by apologizing for my partner. Martin uses his time very efficiently. Sometimes that quality makes him appear to be abrupt. He is also a master at planning and making preparations. It's one of the main reamisters that he's such a successful businessman."

He smiled. "Unfortunately those s*******s at times can mislead him. I think that this morning was one of those situations. You know of course that over the past year your wife has turned you into a legend at JTandR. Martin and I both love Kelly and since Kelly so obviously loves you we both also have to love you."

Mr. Tyler laughed. "I understand it really isn't rational, but it is the truth."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued. "Martin is an enthusiastic dominant. When Chris Kendrick's told him about the dinner party at your house, he was very eager to engage in a scene with you and Kelly. Of course he now realizes that he should have taken some time to discuss it with you first. Regrettably, this was a situation where my partners preoccupation with efficient use time became a weakness. It also didn't help that the submissive he generally plays with trusts him implicitly." He nodded towards Mandy.

She smiled. "Martin is always very verbally aggressive when we play. Because I trust him so much we're both able to relax and completely let go of our inhibitions."

Wendell sighed. "Because Martin and Kelly are so close and because he likes you so much, Martin falsely assumed that the same relationship of trust existed between the two of you. That of course just wasn't true"

Mandy grabbed my hand. "In Kelly's case her lack of attention to you was completely inadvertent. You may have noticed that Martin has a very strong permisterality."

I chuckled, "Yes, it's hard to miss it."

"That strong permisterality makes him a very demanding lover. He requires his partner's total attention.” She smiled. “That characteristic also makes him a very exciting lover. I understand that Kelly did tell you that she's been having sex with Martin for almost a year?"

"Yes she did."

"I hope you can understand how easy it was for her to fall into an old habit."

I smiled. "Of course I can."

Wendell rubbed my shoulder. "Timmy, I understand that none of this really excuses either Martin or Kelly's behavior. I just hope that our explanations might help you understand that it was never their intention to hurt or ignore you this morning."

I nodded. "I understand. Actually I think I overreacted." I paused for a moment and then I quietly added, "There's another reamister I got upset."

Mandy squeezed my hand. "What was that Timmy?"

"Kelly works for a prominent investment firm. She earns a six figure salary, drives a prestigious car, wears expensive clothing and travels constantly. I, on the other hand, barely earn the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a shopper's weekly that hardly anyone reads. When Kelly and I separated I had to take a part time job as a clerk at a convenience store so that I could actually support myself."

I shook my head. "I'm not making much progress on the book I'm trying to write and frankly I don't think the part that I've completed is very good."

I glanced at Mandy and then over at Wendell. "I'm sure by now both of you have heard how Kelly grew increasingly distant from me over the past year."

They both nodded.

"I now understand that she did that in an *** effort to hide the true nature of her job from me."

I took a deep breath. "But before everything blew up I had begun to assume that her growing disinterest was the result of her finally realizing what an utter failure I'd become." I smiled at Mandy. "You just pointed out that old habits are hard to break. It's equally difficult to let go of old assumptions."

I sighed. "This morning I was so proud when I negotiated the agreement with Martin that would allow us to buy a house. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something that might actually matter."

Wendell patted me on the back. "And then my partner, with his obsessive desire to conserve time, ignored the importance of that accomplishment and moved right on to a kinky sex scene."

I nodded. "That's right. A scene in which I played the role of dicklet, the worthless sex slave."

Wendell shook his head. "Timmy my friend, I don't blame you for walking out of that office. I would have done exactly the same thing."

He looked at me. "Do you want to try to work this out?"

"Oh yes please. I desperately want to do that. I just don't know how to go about it. I'm so ashamed of what I did. I can't bear the thought of going back and facing those people."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I have a plan."