Courtesan

Sallyann

Thank you, those are very kind words. I appreciate them. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Thanks again for telling me.

GH

It was almost 9:30 when I heard them coming back down the stairs. Kirby walked into the store first. There was an enormous grin on his face.

I smiled when I saw him. "Did you have a good time buddy?"

Kirby shook his head. "You know Timmy, I have to say that if it wasn't for the fact that I'm losing my store, my life would be nearly perfect right now."

I laughed. "Unfortunately that's a pretty big if"

"You won't get an argument out of me about that." Kirby smiled. "But it sure does feel like things are starting to look up. I really can't explain it Timmy, but I have this feeling that everything is going to work out okay."

Behind him Tonya said, "That's because he has good friends and if he'd actually give them an opportunity to let them help him, I think there might be an even better chance that everything will work out all right."

Kirby turned. There was an expression of frustration on his face. "Tonya we went over this last night. There isn't any way I can keep myself respect if I take money from you. I got myself into this jam and I'll get myself out."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "Spoken like a complete moron."

Tonya laughed. "Yes, but he's our moron and he's the most loveable moron I've ever met."

She walked over, put her arms around Kirby's shoulders and hugged him. "Kirby honey I understand why you won't let me give you money. Even though I respect you for making that decision, it still frustrates me. I want so badly to be able to help you and I can't."

Elvira walked over and hugged Kirby from the other side. "I wish you would let us help you financially. Both Tonnie and I have money.” She sighed. “But if we can't, we'll still be here every day to help you with the store.” She stared at him. “And let's be very clear about this big boy. You are not going to pay us! If you can refuse to take our money, we can refuse to take yours."

Tonya nodded. "I plan to be here every morning this store is open." She giggled. "I love working here."

I shrugged. "I'll be here too. Kelly likes to relax late and this is pretty good early morning entertainment."

Kirby quietly said; "Thank you, you're good friends. I don't know how much longer I'll actually be able to keep this store open, but while it is open I think we're going to have some very enjoyable mornings."

Tonya, Elvira and I all nodded in agreement.

Kirby grinned at us. "After the store finally does close, we're going to have to find some place else to meet."

Elvira looked at all of us. "You can all come to my house. I'll make the coffee, but someone else has to bring the doughnuts."

Tonya shook her head. "If I start having a doughnut every morning I'll weigh three hundred pounds by Christmas. In my business it's very important for a girl to keep her figure."

She gave Kirby a playful squeeze. "My big baby here also needs to start watching his weight. Now that I've found him I don't want to lose him to a heart attack or a stroke."

I glanced at Kirby. There was a huge smile on his face.

We were all quiet for a moment. It wasn't an awkward silence. All four of us were simply enjoying the pleasant sensation of well being that comes when you realize that you've just forged or strengthened a bond of friendship with other people.

Tonya finally broke the silence. "Timmy did you and Kelly have a chance to talk about the house yesterday? Mandy, Kelly, Keisha, Antoine and I all talked about it Saturday night after the party at Eagle Lake ended." She shook her head. "Timmy, I love the idea, but I'm afraid it may not work. A tiny bedroom just won't be enough permisteral space for any of us."

I smiled at her. "I know, but I had another idea. When I told her last night, Kelly thought it was pretty good."

"What is it?"

"Maybe we could find a smaller house, one with all the communal living space that we want and enough available land so that we could build an addition."

Tonya thought for a moment and then her face lit up. "Timmy, that's a fabulous idea. We could each have our own little apartment."

I nodded. "Yes, it could almost be a dormitory."

"A very luxurious dormitory." Tonya was grinning.

"I'm a little worried that it might be too expensive."

"Timmy money is not an issue. I have lots of money, so does Mandy. I'm also certain that Martin would be very willing to increase our budget. He really wants this to happen."

She giggled. "I can't wait to tell Keisha, Mandy and Antoine. Timmy we have to call Barry and tell him about your idea. I can't wait to start looking at more houses. I'll also tell Martin about the new plan this afternoon. JTandR has a whole property development section. I'm sure he can help us find an architect."

Tonya stopped. She'd suddenly realized that Kirby and Elvira weren't part of the house plans. There was an awkward moment of silence and then she timidly asked, "Has Timmy told you about our plans to buy a house?"

Elvira smiled. "Yes he has, in fact all of you were talking about it when you were here Saturday morning. It sounds like a wonderful idea."

"That's right." Tonya thought for a moment and then she said, "Ellie, everyone likes you. I could talk to Kelly, Keisha, Mandy and Antoine about the idea of you moving in with us."

Elvira put up her hand. "No Tonya, it's all right. I appreciate the consideration, but I'm not yet ready to move out of the house I shared with Max." She smiled. "But I certainly would enjoy being invited to some of your parties. I could bring Wolfie, that way I'd have an old guy as a playmate."

Tonya grinned. "Ellie, from now on you're going to be invited to every party I'm involved in planning."

She turned to Kirby. He was nervously staring at the floor. Very gently she said, "Cookie, maybe sometime in the future, after we get to know each other a little better, you and I might end up sharing one of the apartments at this house."

"I think in the meantime Cookie should move into my house and live with me." Elvira looked at Kirby. "Sweetie, I know you like Tonnie and I can tell that she likes you, but you only met each other two days ago. It's important that you take a little time to get to know each other."

Kirby slowly nodded his head. "As usual Ellie, you're right." He smiled at Tonya. "I think I should move in with Ellie, at least for a while, but I certainly would enjoy being able to spend some of your free evenings with you."

Tonya leaned over an kissed his cheek. "You can have every one of them. In fact, I'm free tomorrow night and I was wondering if you might like to go to a movie."

Kirby looked at her and nervously asked, "You mean like a date?"

Tonya and Elvira both started laughing. Tonya said; "Yes silly, that's exactly what I mean."

"I umm, I haven't been out on many dates."

"Kirby honey, I haven't either. I've been stripping and working as an escort since I was eighteen. That life didn't leave much time for real dates. I went out a lot when I was stripping, but most of those guys just wanted to take me to their apartment so that they could get into my panties."

She laughed. "I want you to understand that you're going to get lucky every time we go out and a lot more times when we don't go out. That should allow us to be able to relax and enjoy each other. Sweetie I'm looking forward to going to concerts, movies, art galleries, baseball games and anything else that might interest either of us."

"Tonnie that sounds wonderful, but I don't know if I have enough money to..."

"Kirby, I know this is going to be hard for you, but honey I'm rich. I've worked my ass off as a hooker for the last twenty years. I never had a pimp and I never did haves. I saved every penny I earned. Sweetheart, it's finally time for me to enjoy the fruits of all that hard work and you just happen to be the guy I want to enjoy it with. Get used to it buster, you're dating a rich broad and you aren't going to get to pay for anything."

Kirby smiled sheepishly. "That is going to be hard for me, but I'll try."

Tonya gently kissed the big man's forehead. "Kirby, I think that you and I are going to have a wonderful time together."

I glanced at the clock. It was five minutes past ten. "Hey everybody, I have to run. I promised Ellen that I would be at the Crier office by 10:30."

As I grabbed my jacket out of the storage closet Tonya said, "Hey Timmy, when I get to the office today, Martin is going to ask me what kind of a car he should buy for you. What should I tell him?"

I stopped. I knew what I wanted but I was ashamed to admit it.

Kirby looked at us. "What's all this about buying cars?"

Tonya smiled at him. "One of the perks of working for the firm is that they like to reward their productive employees. One of the ways they do that is by purchasing nice cars for us to drive."

Kirby nodded. "Your Mercedes Benz for example."

"Yes, the firm purchased that for me. The partners want to buy a car for Timmy. They feel responsible for some of the pain and anguish that he had to endure during the past year. I think they view buying a nice car for him as one way they can try to compensate him for what happened."

"So he could buy any car?"

"Within reamisterable limits. I don't think they'd be willing to buy him a Rolls Royce or a Bentley."

Kirby shook his head. "Shit Timmy, I know what I'd tell them."

I smiled at my friend. "What would you want Kirby?"

"A big Lincoln just like the one's they send over here to pick you up. I would love to drive a great big luxury car like that."

"That car would be too big for me. I'd never feel comfortable driving it."

Kirby laughed. "I know I sure would."

Tonya poked his side. "Well, if you're a good boy Santa might just get you one for Christmas."

Kirby looked at her in alarm.

She laughed. "I told you, you're dating a rich broad. Get used to it."

Tonya turned back to me. "So Timmy, it's decision time. What should I tell Martin?"

"I can have anything I want?"

"Anything within reamister. Do you want a Jaguar like Mandy's?"

I shook my head. "No what I'd really like is a little SUV like a Ford Escape or a Jeep Liberty or maybe a Subaru Forester."

"Timmy those aren't very fancy cars."

"I know, I guess I'm just not a very fancy guy."

Tonya smiled. "Timmy honey, if that's what you want, I'll make sure that's what you're going to get. Are you certain?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

"It's probably going to be a very luxurious version."

I grinned at her. "I guess I'll just have to make do."

What a wonderful, wonderful storyline GH. I just enjoy reading each and every new segment, these characters are so much fun. Thank you so much for all your hard work in bringing it to us.

Wonder where Stormy is? Hope everything is OK.

TrF2

Trf2

As always thank you for your words and support.

I'm also wondering about Storm. I hope that everything is all right.

GH

It was 10:25 when I walked into The Crier office. Ellen was sitting behind her desk working on the proofs for the next issue. When she heard me come in she looked up.

As soon as she realized it was me she stood up and walked around her desk. "Timmy thank you so much for coming. It really is important that I get De junior back into school this morning."

She plopped down on her desk and sighed. "Timmy I don't know what I'm going to do. Kathy has a tuition payment due at the University next week and I don't know how I'm going to pay it. She's trying so hard. She's working thirty hours a week at Benny's Pizza Palace, but she still needs help and we haven't heard from her man in more than a year."

She shook her head. "And it doesn't stop. Sarah is going to the homecoming dance Saturday night. Timmy it's a formal dance. I had to buy her a two hundred dollar dress. When did homecoming become a formal dance? Timmy how many formal dances do you need in high school?" She sighed. "I suppose I could have said no, but she has a new boyfriend. It seemed like this dance was really important to her. Sarah is a good kid. She works twenty hours a week at Petermister's Superette, plays volleyball and earns straight A's. It's hard to say no to her.

I sat down on the desk next to Ellen. I didn't say anything, I just picked up her hand and held it. Ellen responded by laying her head on my shoulder. As she leaned against me, I realized that she was crying.

I let her cry. She needed the release. I kept holding her hand.

After a moment she sat up, rubbed her eyes and sniffled. "Timmy do you want to know the really awful part?"

I looked at her.

She took a deep breath and then she said, "Last week I had to cancel our health insurance. I have two girls of young bearing age. It was costing me $1150.00 a month. I can't afford it."

Ellen closed her eyes. "Timmy, my youngren don't have health insurance. What's going to happen if one of them gets really sick? What's going to happen if Kathy or Sarah gets pregnant? They're good girls, but they're young. Kathy's twenty-one and Sarah just turned eighteen. You know what it's like. The temptation can be so hard to resist."

She was silent for a moment and then she said, "Dewayne was a takes and he cheated on me all the time, but he was good with the kids. They miss him. Especially De junior. He's so angry right now. He doesn't understand why his dad left him. I don't either." She smiled at me. "That damn stripper he was so hot for dumped him the minute they got to Vegas."

"When was the last time you heard from him?"

"Not since the stripper's pimp beat him up and made him get out of Vegas. That was over a year ago. I'm sure he's still in LA. I assume that he's managed to hook up with some cute little chippy. He always does."

Ellen looked at me. "Timmy, what am I going to do?" Her voice got quiet. "I'm losing the paper. It's the economy. The small businesses in the area are struggling. They have to cut back. They can't afford to buy ads in The Crier anymore. Small business advertising is our life red. Those revenues are now less than half of what they were a year ago."

"This probably won't help very much, but you don't have to worry about paying me for a while."

"Timmy I can't ask you to work for nothing!"

I smiled at her. "You don't have to ask, I'm volunteering. Kelly is back at her job and she's earning a good salary. It's more than enough to support us."

Ellen laughed. "Timmy, have you become a kept man?"

For a very brief moment I wondered what Ellen would think if told her that I was actually Kelly's slave. The thought sent a little tingle of excitement rippling through my loins. I took a deep breath and quickly collected my wits. This was not the appropriate time to reveal a permisteral secret like that.

Instead I smiled and said; "No, I'm not a kept man. Kelly understands how much I enjoy working at this paper and she also knows how rough your life has been since Dewayne left you. She's willing to try to help you in any way she can, and forgoing my salary is very easy for us right now."

Ellen patted my hand. "Thank you Timmy, you're a good friend."

We sat together silently for a minute and then she stood up. "I guess I'd better be getting to school. De junior is going to meet me there. Our appointment with the assistant principal is at 11:00."

Ellen put on her jacket. After she picked up her purse she turned to me. "Timmy, thank you so much for coming in this morning. I really do appreciate it."

I nodded. "I'm happy I could help."

She smiled. "And thank you for listening to me. I guess I needed to cry on your shoulder for a few minutes."

"Ellen, you can use my shoulder anytime you need it."

She grinned at me and said; Timmy you're a wonderful, thanks for being my friend. Then she turned and hurried out the door.

As soon as she was gone I walked over to my desk. I had some advertising copy to edit. As I sat down I chuckled. I now had two jobs and I wasn't getting paid at either of them.

It was just after noon when Ellen returned. As she walked into the office I looked at her and said, "How did everything go?"

She shrugged and in a quiet voice said; "Fine, there weren't any problems. De is back in school."

Ellen's response was automatic, almost robot like. It was apparent that her mind was preoccupied with something else.

She set down her purse and hung up her jacket. Then she walked over to her desk, sat down and silently stared at the wall.

"Ellen, what's wrong? Did something happen at school?"

She shook her head. "No everything at school was fine."

"It's obvious that something happened."

Ellen looked at me for a moment and then she sighed. "I'm sorry Timmy, that was rude of me. I didn't mean to ignore you. I'm just so surprised and a little puzzled."

"Why? What happened?"

"When I was driving back here from the high school I got a call on my cell phone. It was from a man named Allan Barkley. He told me that he represents a group that's interested in buying The Crier. He wanted to set up a meeting with me. Timmy why would anyone want to buy a dying neighborhood shopping flyer? It doesn't make any sense."

"Are you going to meet with him?"

"Of course, if they really do want to buy the paper and their willing to pay enough so that I can settle my debts it would be a wonderful stroke of good luck."

“Do you really want to sell the paper?”

“No, but I think I'm going to lose it anyway. If someone buys it at least I might be able to get out of debt.”

"When are you going to meet with him?"

"Three o'clock this afternoon. He's coming here."

"Will you call me after the meeting is over and let me know what happened?"

Ellen smiled. "Yes, of course I will."

I quickly finished editing the last of the advertising copy. Ellen had been correct, there wasn't very much of it. As soon as I was done I said goodbye to her and left to go home. I was curious to see this man who was interested in buying The Crier, but I was even more interested in getting home to see Kelly before she had to leave to go into her office. She'd spent Saturday night at the party at Eagle Lake, but this was going to be the first time since we got back together that she would be spending the evening entertaining a businessman at The Calvert Hotel.

As I drove home I remembered that cold lonely evening two weeks earlier when I followed my wife to The Calvert. That night I had been certain that she was going to leave me for another man.

Could be a coincidence couldn't it, but can I guess the identity of mystery man at the hotel. Could the man who usually creates an every expanding web actually be tying up a loose end in a story ? Surely not.

Another nice interlude GH. Sometimes you don't need sex.

GH,

Just catching up on your story and loving every moment of it!

Thanks for your time and effort!!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

GH, I've been away for a while; just spent two hours getting caught up with Timmy & the gang. Absolutely great work! Thanks for keeping us all entertained. I'm already anticipating the next contribution!

Wow, what a treasure trove of great reading to return to! Got up to 8/23, through Timmy and Kelly's enjoyment of each other and had to...ahem...take a break. Thanks for all of your great writing and hard work GH, I've seriously missed reading you. It's good to be back.

The scene with Ellie, Kirby, and Timmy, while mostly non-sexual, was wonderful. As we've said before, the kind of people we'd like to know.
Thanks again!

Finally caught up again. Just wonderful reading GH. Sex, no sex, I still enjoy your writing. I'm really glad to see that you're enjoying it as well. You have so many little side diversions going on here, each one makes it so much more interesting. As I said before, I really like all of these charcters and the way they interact. Timmy's choice of cars is so typical of his character, but honestly, I was hoping for a Ferrarri for him.

Thanks for working so hard to bring us this story.

TrF2

Peak, cuck4one, Herz4fun, Storm and Trf2

Thanks for the kind comments.

Storm and Herz4fun

It's nice to have you back.

Sorry it took so long to get this next segment posted. We had a very busy Labor Day weekend

GH

When I pulled my car into our garage I was happy to see that Kelly's Mercedes was still there. I didn't think that she would have left already, but I knew that she was supposed to meet with Tonya later that afternoon so I wasn't certain.

When I walked into the kitchen I didn't immediately see my wife so I called out; "Kelly, I'm home."

"I'm back here."

I followed the response. It had been faint and came from the direction of our bedroom. When I got into the bedroom I saw that the bathroom door was open.

"I'm in here Timmy."

I stepped into the bathroom. Kelly was seated on the edge of the bathtub. She was naked. I stopped for a moment and stared at her. My wife was a beautiful woman. Seeing her naked body always made my pulse race.

She was shaving her pussy. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hi Timmy."

I answered her. "Hi Kelly." And then like a fool, I stated the obvious. "You're shaving your pussy."

Kelly giggled. "That's very observant of you." She was making fun of me.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say."

She smiled. "It's okay, you don't have anything to be sorry about. I shouldn't have teased you. I forget that it's been a long time since you watched me get ready for a date. Ever since I started working as a hostess I've made it a point to always shave my pussy before I entertain a man. When he touches me there I like to be nice and smooth for him."

"I didn't see you shave Saturday afternoon before you went to the party at Eagle Lake."

"I did it at Eagle Lake. I have my own bedroom and private bathroom there. Remember, when I left here I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt." She laughed. "It's a good thing too. The dress I wore to the party would have gotten me arrested if I'd tried t wear it in public."

I chuckled.

She went back to shaving. While she worked she casually said, "I used to have to do this in the bathroom in my office at JTandR. It's nice to be able to do it at home. It allows me to spend more time with you."

"I like having you here." I grinned at her. "It's also fun to watch you shave."

Kelly glanced at me. She flashed a casual smile while she continued shaving. Suddenly she stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. She'd just realized that watching her shave was getting me aroused.

She stared at me for a moment and then in a very firm voice Kelly said, "Don't get any ideas Buster. This body is strictly off limits to you until after I get home from my date tonight."

I sighed with disappointment. I was hoping that I'd at least have a chance to lick her freshly shaved pussy before she left.

Kelly saw the disappointment in my eyes. She thought for a second and then she gently said, "Timmy in the last week you've heard Martin Jackmister, Tonya, Mandy, Chris and Antoine all tell you how good I am at my job."

I nodded.

"One of the reamisters for that is my ability to completely focus my attention on the man I'm with at the moment. You witnessed that Friday morning when I was sucking Martin's cock. You misunderstood what you saw and assumed that I must have feelings for him. Now I think you realize that I don't. I hope you understand that you're the only man I'll ever love."

I smiled at her.

"What is true Timmy, is that while you're the only man I'll ever love, I do have a passion for sex. Everything about it excites me. The men I'm with sense this passion and I think it's one of the reamisters that they find sex with me to be so exciting."

I laughed. "It may also have something to do with the fact that you're absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you Babydoll. That's one of the nine million reamisters I'm madly in love with you. You know how to make a girl feel good about herself." She smiled at me for a moment and then she shook her head and said, "No, beauty may be an initial attraction, but there are lots of gorgeous women who are rotten in bed."

I shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I have very limited experience in that area."

Kelly giggled. "And you'd better keep it that way cuckboy. I'm an insanely jealous woman."

For a moment we both chuckled about the irony in that statement, then my wife's voice took a serious tone again. "Timmy there isn't any question that most men love playing with my big breasts and I've worked hard to become a s*******ed lover." She winked at me. "I really do give an excellent blow job."

I nodded. "That's what I've heard."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Now who's doing the teasing."

I grinned at her and wiggled my eyebrows.

That made her laugh. "Timmy being with you is so much fun."

"I have a pretty good time with you too."

We smiled at each other and then Kelly said, "I'd like both of us to try to be serious for a moment. It's really important to me that you understand what I'm attempting to explain to you."

"All right, I'm sorry, go ahead."

My wife took a moment to regain her train of thought and then she said, "Timmy when men sense my excitement it fuels there own excitement. Everyone wants an eager lover. Nobody wants a sex partner who's faking her enthusiasm or even worse, just going through the motions. When I'm with a guy, I'm not faking it. I don't have to fake anything. My excitement is genuine. It's not because I'm attracted to the man I'm entertaining." She smiled. "Although I often am. I really do find most men to be incredibly tantalizing."

I smiled at her. I wanted her to know that I was trying to understand what she was telling me.

Kelly smiled back and then she continued. "When I'm with a man I'm focused and absorbed in what I'm doing because I'm excited about it. Babydoll sex excites me. Everything about sex excites me."

Kelly grinned at me. "Timmy even the anticipation of sex excites me. Before you came in here I was day dreaming about my date tonight. I don't know the man I'm going to be meeting. This will be the first time I've ever entertained him. I have been told a little bit about him. They always give me a short report on my associates interests and general professional background. It makes it easier to make conversation."

I nodded.

"He's an older man and very successful." She looked at me. "Wealthy, powerful men turn me on. There's something about their attitude and manner that I find incredibly stimulating. "

Kelly finished shaving her pussy. She stood up and turned on the shower. Without being asked I stood up, picked up a wash cloth and rubbed some soap on it.

My wife noticed what I was doing and shook her head. "If you're going to bathe me, you really should be naked."

I didn't argue, I didn't question her assertion at all. I just set the washcloth down and quickly removed my clothing. As soon as I was undressed I picked up the washcloth and again started bathing Kelly.

She closed her eyes. As I washed her she quietly said, "Timmy the anticipation of a new man is always unbelievably exciting for me. I try to imagine what he's going to look like. How his body will feel when I touch him. How it will feel when he touches me."

"I love to wonder about his cock." Kelly smiled. "Timmy I love cocks. I always have. They're really quite amazing devices. When they're resting they look so small and benign. Then when you rouse them they grow into these huge malevolent looking monsters."

I chuckled. Kelly's poetic nature was coming out. She loved metaphors.

"Before I meet a new man I always wonder about his cock. Will it be long and thick? Will he be circumcised? How will it taste when I put it in my mouth and suck it? What will it feel like when he pushes it into my pussy and starts fucking me?"

Kelly took a quick breath. "Timmy I love to fuck, especially when the man's on top." She sighed. "I can't begin to describe the thrill I experience when I feel a man climb on top of me and press his body against mine. Men are so powerful when they're on top. They're in total control."

Kelly looked at me to gauge how I was reacting to what she was telling me.

I stared at my wife. I'd always known how much Kelly loved sex, but this was the first time she'd ever tried to explain her passion to me.

Kelly sensed my interest, she continued. "Timmy I relish that magnificent moment when I feel the head of a new lover's penis entering me for the very first time."

My wife bit her lower lip and took a quick breath. She was obviously aroused. "I like a man who moves slowly when he takes me. I want to savor all of the wonderful sensations that I feel as he pushes his cock deeper and deeper into my body."

Kelly paused to take another breath. After a moment She continued. "Once he's all the way inside me, even if his penis is small, I like it when my lover stops for a second so that we can both enjoy the sweet pleasure of the union we just created."

I was washing Kelly's tummy. I'd already finished her back and her breasts. The entire time I'd been bathing my wife I'd been listening to what she was telling me and her explanation was gradually getting me increasingly aroused. As my excitement grew my submissive masochistic desires also burgeoned.

Kelly sensed my changing mood. She smiled. It was a satisfied smile, a smile that reflected her recognition of my eager acquiescence to her will. In a voice laden with lust she whispered, "Wash my pussy dicklet. I want to be clean and fresh when I go to my lover."

Now she was taunting me. It was apparent that my wife's dominant sadistic desires had also been awakened. Her choice of words, the obvious excitement in her voice and her use of my slave name all served to fan the flames of my arousal. My hands shook as I held the washcloth under the spray of warm water. Once it was wet I excitedly rubbed the cloth with the bar of soap. As soon as it was coated with a generous froth of suds I started washing Kelly.

I took my time and worked meticulously. The knowledge that I was doing this for another man's pleasure made me even more excited. As my excitement grew I let a finger slip between Kelly's labia. The cleft of her pussy was wet and slippery. I understood that it was partly due to the soap and warm water, but I knew that wasn't the only reamister. My wife was just as aroused as I was.

I found Kelly's engorged clit. As I began to gently massage it I felt her hand tap my shoulder. I looked up at her.

She waved a finger at me in rebuke. "No Timmy, I already told you; this evening my pussy belongs to another man. After he's finished with me I'll come home to you and we can play for the rest of the night; but until that time my body is off limits to you."

I took a deep breath. Kelly's firm rejection of my advance excited me even more.

My wife noted my reaction and quietly said. "Timmy, it's much better this way. The anticipation and desire for sex is nearly as much fun as the act itself."

She leaned over and gently raised my chin with her fingertips so that she was looking into my eyes. "I also have to admit that knowing that I'm leaving you at home frustrated and longing for pleasure while I go to another man so that he can freely enjoy my body makes me feel deliciously wicked." She smiled. "And you know how much I love being wicked."

Kelly continued to stare into my eyes. My entire being was tingling with excitement. I gathered my courage and answered in my most obedient tone of voice. "Ms. Mamister, I am your slave. I fully understand that the needs of your lovers are paramount to my own paltry desires and I only hope that when you return home you will take pity on me and allow me some scant pleasure."

Kelly's face broke into a smile and then she started giggling. She pulled me up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As she hugged me she said; "Timmy in addition to being a wonderful friend and husband, you are also the most creative playmate that I have ever known. Babydoll, when I get home there is going to be nothing scant about the pleasure I'm going to give to you."

She paused for a moment and then she said, "But I would like you to promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Promise me that you won't masturbate while I'm gone." There was a wicked gleam in my wife's eyes. "It will excite me to know that while I'm partying with my date, you're obediently waiting for me at home chaste and absolutely faithful."

A little thrill rippled through me as I looked into Kelly's eyes and slowly nodded. "Yes Ms. Mamister, I promise."

Kelly grinned and kissed me on the lips. "Timmy honey we're going to have so much fun when I get home tonight. You're still planning to write a story aren't you?"

"Yes I am."

"Good, I'm looking forward to sucking your cock while you read it to me."

I laughed. "With a promise like that I might right an entire book."

Kelly poked me in the ribs. "Come on lover boy, finish washing my legs and feet. I have to get out of the shower and get moving. I promised Tonya that I'd meet her in her office at 4:30."

I glanced at the clock on the shelf in the corner. It was almost 3:30. Kelly had plenty of time, but she couldn't afford to dawdle. I quickly washed her legs and feet. As soon as I was done she stepped out of the shower and I dried her off with a large bath towel.

Once she was dry Kelly went into our bedroom.

I took a quick shower, dried myself and followed her into the bedroom. My wife was sitting at her makeup table brushing her long blond hair. I quickly put on clean clothes.

As soon as she saw that I was dressed Kelly said, "Dicklet, get me a pair of panties and a bra. Nothing fancy, the dress and lingerie that I'll be wearing for my date tonight are in my office. I'll change when I get there."

As I was getting Kelly's underwear I asked, "Ms. Mamister would you like me to make you something to eat before you go?"

She shook her head. "No thank you dicklet, I'm having dinner at the Goldenrod Supper club tonight. On the evenings we're entertaining at the Calvert Hotel Tonya, Mandy, Keisha and I almost always have dinner together at the Goldenrod."

Kelly was applying her lipstick. Suddenly she stopped and turned so that she was facing me. "Babydoll, on most of these evenings we would love to have you join us, but tonight you can't. Tonight Martin is going to be dining with us. It's going to be a business meeting. Tonya told me that they're planning some major changes in the hostess section. Martin is going to tell us about them tonight."

"Do you know what kind of changes they're going to make?"

"I don't, but I assume that they are going to be adding more people. Over the last year our schedules have been getting busier and busier."

As soon as Kelly was finished applying her lipstick she stood up and started getting dressed. She put on a pair of jeans, a white blouse and a pair of high heeled sandals. Once she was ready she checked her appearance in her full length mirror and then she turned to me. "Timmy honey I have to go."

I walked out to the garage with her. I opened the door to Kelly's Mercedes and held it for her.

She smiled at me. "I'll miss you tonight."

"I'll miss you too."

She kissed me on the lips and then she got into her car. I walked out into the front yard and watched as my wife backed her big sedan down the driveway and out into the street.

She waved to me as she put the car into gear and drove away. I waved back as I watched the big Mercedes accelerate down the street.

Watching your wife leave to spend the evening with another man is one of those bittersweet moments that make a masochistic cuckold's life both indescribably exciting and excruciatingly painful.

Sometimes, words fail me, so I'll just say Wonderful and thanks.

GH

Let me echo what Peakmb Said. Here, Here!! Thanks!!!

Meijer

That was so much fun! I've loved this story from the start, and having the pleasure of reading multiple segments at once like that was a true treat. Of course, it was at the cost of not getting to enjoy it for a few weeks, so everything has its price, I guess. Timmy, Kelly, Tonya, Kirby and the rest of the gang have made bold strides, amazing

I am just so much enjoying the smooth flow and the fascinating storyline, the great friendships and the awakenings to new experiences. Like all great fiction literature, it is a wonderful escape from reality to a more interesting (and in this case, perfect) place.
Thanks GH, for all of your time and effort. It is enormously appreciated.

storm

P.S.
Thanks guys, for wondering awhile back where I went. Good to know I was missed, helps to have the old ego stroked occasionally! It was mostly just no access issues due to being in the backcountry, and to relocating several times until I found a place and got settled. I actually, at one point, had someone offer to let me live in their storage shed and use the bathroom and showers at a nearby laundromat! Thank goodness it never came to that, although I've done worse back when I was younger and didn't care about such things. Good to be back!

storm..... Welcome back!


GH:

As always..... it just keeps getting better and better.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Peak, Meijer, Storm and cuckold4one

Thank you for the comments. I appreciate them.

I'm sorry for the delay on these next segments. I have actually been doing alot of writing, but I felt like this section should be posted as a whole.

I have been writing the segments in reverse order. When you see all of them you might understand. When I finished these next two segments I realized that they could be posted independently. I hope to have the rest tomorrow or Friday.

GH

After Kelly's Mercedes disappeared around the corner I went back into the house. When I walked into the kitchen I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was five minutes to four, too early to make dinner.

I decided to use the time to catch up on some household chores. The events of the past two weeks had disrupted my daily routine so the house wasn't as orderly as I like it to be.

I started by giving the kitchen a thorough cleaning. I'd just finished washing the linoleum floor when the telephone rang. I assumed that it was Ellen calling to tell me about the meeting with the man who was interested in buying The Crier.

I picked up the telephone. "Hello?"

"Hi Timmy, it's Mandy."

"Hi Mandy, aren't you supposed to be meeting with Tonya, Kelly, Keisha and Antoine right now?"

"We just finished. All of us are still in Tonya's office. We'll be leaving to have dinner at the Goldenrod in about ten minutes. Timmy everyone says hi."

"Tell them hi for me."

"Timmy all of us love your idea about buying a smaller house and building an addition. We're going to tell Martin about it at dinner. I'm sure that he'll agree that it's an excellent plan."

"I think it's the only way we can get exactly what we want."

"That's what we think too." Mandy paused for a moment and then she said, "Timmy I called to ask you for a favor."

"Sure, what is it?"

"Do you remember that when I was telling you about the problems between my mom and dad I mentioned that I thought it might be helpful if he could talk to a man who didn't mind that his wife slept with other men?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Timmy could I bring my dad over to your house for lunch tomorrow? Kelly's right here. She suggested that we get together at your house rather than a restaurant."

"Mandy, I have to work in the morning."

"I know, but Tonya and Kelly said that you're done at 10:30. We could have lunch at noon or even 12:30. It doesn't have to be anything fancy, soup and sandwiches would be just fine. I'll help you with the preparations and cleanup. Please Timmy, he really needs to talk to you. The only men he's ever talked to about this are those macho assholes at his office and you can just imagine what kind of advice they've given him."

"Mandy, I'm only twenty-four. Do you think he'd even bother to listen to anything I have to say?"

"Yes Timmy, I think he will listen to you. He knows you're a friend of mine and that I value your opinion. He also really wants to get back together with my mom. I'm absolutely certain that the idea of being a cuckold husband excites him and I think he's just as submissive as you or me. I've been trying to encourage him, but he needs another man to tell him that this lifestyle is okay."

"All right Mandy, I'll do it; but you have to promise me that both you and Kelly to be there."

"Don't worry, we'll both be there. Timmy if you give me a shopping list I'll go to the grocery store for you while you're at work."

"Thank you Mandy, but I don't think that will be necessary. If we have lunch at noon I'll have plenty of time to stop at the store on my way home. I would appreciate it if you could help me prepare the food."

"Timmy I'd love to do that. We'll get my dad to help too. Both of us want to learn how to cook."

"Would you like to learn how to make Quiche Lorraine?"

"Quiche Lorraine! Timmy that would be wonderful. Will you have enough time to do that?"

"We might have to wait until 1:00 to eat, but if you and your dad help me we can certainly do it. We could make a spinach salad to go with it."

"Just a minute Timmy."

There was a pause. I could hear talking in the background.

After a moment Mandy said; "Timmy, Kelly just told everyone that your quiche is fabulous. Now Tonya, Keisha and Antoine want to come over too."

"Will that upset your dad?"

"I don't think it will. He wants to meet my friends and if he realizes that all of us approve of this lifestyle it might actually help."

"All right, go ahead and invite everyone. Once I start making quiches it's just as easy to make three as it is to make one."

"Timmy it's time for us to leave for dinner. I wish I could invite you to join us, but tonight it's a business dinner. Martin, John and Wendell are going to be there."

"I know, Kelly told me all about it. Don't worry, I understand."

"Timmy thank you for agreeing to talk to my dad tomorrow."

"Hey it's all right. I think it's going to be fun. I'm already looking forward to it."

"So am I. Goodbye Timmy, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Mandy."

After I hung up the telephone I took a minute to think about what I had to do to get the house ready to entertain a group for lunch the next day, then I went to work.

I'd just finished vacuuming the dining room when the telephone rang again.

This time it was Ellen.

"Hello Timmy."

"Hi Ellen, how did your meeting go?"

"Timmy, I'm not sure. I met with Alan Barkley and two other men for over two hours. They never made an offer. I'm still don't even know if they're actually interested in buying The Southwest Crier. Mostly they seemed to be gathering information. They asked to look at the financial records."

"Did you let them see them?"

"Yes I did. I couldn't think of any reamister that I shouldn't. I'm going to lose the paper anyway. I'll cooperate with anybody who might be willing to do anything that could help me reduce my debts."

"That does make sense Ellen. Did anything else happen?"

"Yes, they asked me how much money I'd want for The Crier if they did decide that they'd like to buy it."

"What did you tell them?"

"I told them that all they'd have to do is assume my debts. Timmy right now just being able to walk away from The Crier debt free would be an unbelievable blessing. It would allow me to try to find a regular job. I could actually get medical insurance for my kids again."

"What did they say to that?"

"They told me that they'd get back to me in a couple of days."

"I'll keep my fingers crossed for you."

Ellen laughed. "Thanks Timmy, you're a good friend."

"Are you still going to try to get out the next issue of the paper?"

"I have to, people have paid for advertising space."

"When would you like me to come in to help you?"

"Could you help me with the final editing Thursday afternoon."

"I'll be there around 11:00 and I'll stay until we're finished."

"Timmy I have to go. I promised Sarah that I'd pick her up after volleyball practice." She paused for a moment and then she said, "Timmy thank you so much for everything you've done, you really are a wonderful friend."

"You're welcome Ellen. I'm just glad that I can do something to help you. Call me if you hear anything more about the sale of The Crier."

"I will Timmy, bye."

"Bye Ellen."

After I hung up the telephone I picked up the vacuum cleaner and carried it into the living room. As I vacuumed the carpet I thought about Kelly and me, Elvira, Mandy and her parents, Kirby and his store and Ellen and her kids.

Elvira was wasting away and on the verge of dying from grief when Kirby intervened and saved her life. Kelly and I were separated and on the brink of divorce when Martin Jackmister, Tonya, Mandy, Wendell Tyler and others interceded and helped us resolve our differences.

Tomorrow I was going to meet with Mandy's man, a man I'd never even met and try to help him reconcile with his wife. I was very nervous about doing it, but Mandy was my friend. If I could help her I had to do it.

As I continued vacuuming I wished that I could think of some way to help Kirby and Ellen. They were both wonderful people and good friends. They deserved a break; but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't think of anything that I could do that would help them solve their problems.

GH:

Another heart warming segment. I think this is the first time you left their age slip out. I was thinking that our group of sluts were a little older.

Keep up the fine work..... it's always nice to read your postings.
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Tremendous little intracacies of the story GH. The devil is in the details, and you show time and again that you have them mastered. Glad you posted those as you did, and will be looking forward to the continuing tale - when you have time, of course!

cuck4one and Storm

Thank you, again I appreciate your comments.

Cuck I think in the very early part of the story I mentioned their ages, but as time goes on I think we always form impressions of characters in our own minds.

Storm when studying the concept of detail in writing you are a master,

Gentlemen thanks again for your comments

GH

Here is another segment that can be posted on it's own

After I finished in the living room I vacuumed the den. By the time I was done with that room it was nearly 6:00. I decided that was enough housework for one day, it was time to stop for dinner.

I put the vacuum cleaner away and went into the kitchen where I sauteed a small diced tomato, several sliced mushrooms and a quarter cup of Italian sausage. Once that was ready I added a handful of grated mozzarella cheese and made my favorite omelet. While the omelet was cooking I opened a bottle of Australian Shiraz and toasted a thick slice of French bread coated with a mixture of butter, olive oil and garlic.

I poured a large glass of the wine, set it on a tray with the omelet and garlic toast and carried it all into the den where I turned on the television and watched the news while I ate my dinner.

Over the past year my wife's work schedule had caused me to spend a large number of evenings eating dinner without her. I'd learned that taking the time to prepare a nice meal made a lonely night much more palatable.

As soon as I was finished with my omelet I carried my dishes back to the kitchen, cleaned up after myself, poured another glass of Shiraz and returned to the den.

I turned on my laptop computer, tuned my FM radio to a classical music station, sat down and started writing the story I'd promised Kelly. By the time I finished the story it was 10:30. I quickly proofread it. After I was satisfied that I'd corrected most of the glaring grammatical errors I printed a paper copy and set it on the side table.

Once that was done I turned off the stereo and switched on the television. Monday Night Football was still on, the Colts were playing the Jets. The Colts had a six point lead. There was just over a minute left in the game. The Jets had the ball. I sat down and watched.

The Colts held on and won the game. It didn't really make any difference to me. I didn't feel any allegiance to either of the teams. I was just trying to ******* some time until Kelly got home.

I switched the channel to The David Letterman Show. I like Letterman, his brand of humor appeals to me, but as much as I might usually enjoy his program I quickly realized that couldn't keep my attention focused on it. My mind kept drifting to Kelly and what was happening at the Calvert Hotel.

I started to recall the emotions I used to feel in those years before we were married when Kelly was openly dating other guys.

The party at Eagle Lake two nights earlier, had been the first time since we were married that I'd actually known that Kelly was out having sex with another man. Of course for the past year she'd been regularly doing it without my knowledge, but that's a different situation. There's a substantial amount of validity to the old adage, what you don't know can't hurt you.

The night Kelly was at Eagle Lake I think that I'd been so tired that I'd simply been unable muster enough energy to feel the excitement, anxiety, apprehension, jealousy, envy and all the other myriad of emotions that I used to experience when she was out on a date with another guy.

Now I was well rested and the familiar array of old emotions were stampeding through my brain like a herd wild horses.

I remembered why I often wrote erotic stories while Kelly was out on a date. It was one of the few activities that would actually divert my attention and allow the time to pass a little more quickly.

If you've never actually had to endure it, it's hard to understand that the feelings of excitement, anxiety, jealousy, envy and uncertainty that a cuckold experiences while his wife is out on a date, aren't the concern. The real problem is the effect of that flood of emotions. They overwhelm you and take control of your entire being. The usual diversions like reading a novel or watching a baseball game are useless. Your mind keeps wandering back to your wife and her date. The clock stops moving. Time to stands still. Minutes seem like hours. Waiting for the woman who is the love of your life to return from an evening with another man can become an excruciatingly painful ordeal.

In college I'd learned that there were only two activities that would effectively pass the time for me. One of them I'd just employed. Writing a story about Kelly and her date allowed me to focus my attention on what she was doing. My mind didn't have to wander. It was already where it wanted to be.

The other was reading cuckold stories on the Internet. I suppose those stories are also close enough to the desired focal point of my attention that my mind again does not have to wander.

Deciding to resort to that activity I logged on to my favorite cuckold web site and found a story that I hadn't yet read. It was entitled, "My Wife's New Boyfriend". As I settled into my chair I glanced at the clock on my computer. It was 11:08.

Five minutes after I started reading the story the telephone rang. I jumped up and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi Timmy."

"Hi Kelly, how's the date going?"

"We're finished. He's already gone back to his room. I'm in my car. I should be home in about twenty minutes."

"I'm awake and eagerly awaiting your return."

"Have you been a good boy?"

"You mean, did I refrain from..."

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"Yes, of course I did. I'm a very good boy."

"Well I've been a very very naughty girl."

"I'd be disappointed if you hadn't."

Kelly giggled. "Perv."

"Yes, and so are you."

"I most certainly am and I take pride in it. Did you write your story?"

"Yes I did."

"Mmmm, I can't wait to have you read it to me when I get home."

"It's all printed out and ready to go."

"What are you doing now?"

"Reading a cuckold story on the Internet."

"Is it any good?"

"I don't know, I just started it."

"Read a little more of it. I want you nice and excited when I get home."

"Ms. Mamister, is that an order?"

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said; "Yes dicklet, it definitely is and you will be severely punished if you fail to obey it.

"Mmmm that's an interesting proposition."

Kelly laughed. "You really are a perv."

"Yes and that's one of the many reamisters that you're madly in love with me."

"Yes it certainly is. Babydoll, I'd better hangup before I get into an accident."

"That's a good idea. I'll see you when you get home."

"Goodbye sweetheart, I love you."

"I love you too Kel."

We both switched off our phones. For a moment I thought about how much I enjoyed my wife and then I went back to the story on the computer. I didn't want to disobey Kelly's orders."

Well you got my mouth watering there GH. I was thinking I didn't know which I would prefer to eat, the Omlette or Kelly. I'm sure both would be delicious, then I realised that would be Tim's option. Both. Lucky guy.

By the way, the section of staying at home and thinking seemed a little more realistic than the rest (and that is saying something). Maybe a bit of RL red in there.

Damn, you're good.

Mmmmmm...... YES the anticipation is all part of the fun and excitement!
Cuck who loves a creampie.

Cuck4one

Yes it is, but it can also be excruciatingly painful. As Kelly would say, I'm a perv.



GH

Here is the next segment. I hope to post more today. Sorry about the delays. This part has been tough for me to write.

I liked the story. It was part of a series about a married couple in their mid thirties. The wife, Meredith enjoyed maintaining a regular and exclusive relationship with one other man. The romance would usually last for about six months and then she would tire of her boyfriend and end the affair. After terminating that relationship, she would remain faithful to her husband Matt until she met her next lover and started another affair.

This story focused on that exciting moment when Meredith came home to tell Matt that she'd met a new man and was going out with him the next night for the very first time.

As I read the story I decided that the next evening Kelly and I were home alone I would have to read it to her. When we were in college, reading erotic stories out loud to Kelly while she played with my penis had been a favorite pastime.

"Hello, I'm home."

I smiled. It was Kelly, she was calling to me from the kitchen."

I called back, "I'm in the den."

I stood up and went to her. We met in the living room. As soon as Kelly saw me she ran to me and excitedly threw her arms around my neck. As she pulled me tightly to her, she kissed me passionately on the lips and powerd her tongue into my mouth.

After she broke off the kiss she started giggling with delight and said, "Can you taste him Timmy? I let him cum in my mouth twice tonight."

I laughed as I hugged my wife. "I'm sorry I can't. I don't think semen has a strong enough flavor to last that long."

Kelly grinned at me. "I know, but all the way home I thought about how hot it was going to be to run into the house and kiss you with the remnants of another man's cum on my lips and tongue."

I laughed as I kissed her cheek. "Thank you, it's the thought that counts."

Kelly poked my ribs. "Perv."

I nodded vigorously. Suddenly I realized something. I started chuckling.

Kelly looked at me. "What is it?"

"You're not going to believe this; but in the story I wrote tonight, you let the guy you were with cum in your mouth two times."

"You're kidding?”

I shook my head. "I'm not."

She grabbed my hand, "Come on Timmy, lets go into the bedroom and get properly attired. You have some oral reading to do."

As Kelly pulled me into the bedroom I laughingly said, "I hope that's not the only kind of oral you make me do tonight.

Kelly stopped and stared at me. "Make you? That's a very interesting choice of words."

I nodded.

"Is that the way you want it?"

I took a deep breath and quietly answered, "Yes Ms. Mamister, that's exactly the way I want it."

Kelly smiled at me maliciously. "Dicklet, I would be very happy to comply with that particular desire."

As she pulled me the rest of the way into the bedroom Kelly said, "I wonder if you can read and lick my ass at the same time."

I chuckled. "I think I might get tongue tied."

Kelly playfully rolled her eyes. "I think I'll ignore that last comment." Then she smiled at me and in a much more serious tone of voice said, "I did a strip tease for Jamister tonight. Would you like me to do one for you too?"

"I'd love that, but I really don't think it would be appropriate for you to dance for your slave. Why don't I undress you instead."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy, you just made my pussy tingle."

"A tingling pussy sounds like fun, let's get these clothes off of you."

When Kelly left for work that afternoon she'd been wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. Now she was wearing a very expensive looking dark gray business suit. I remembered her telling me that the Calvert Hotel was willing to disregard any suspicions they might have about the activities that went on inside the suites that JTandR leased from them, but in return they expected the hostesses to maintain an appropriate level of decorum in both behavior and attire. Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and Mandy were not permitted to parade around the hotel dressed and acting like hookers.

As I slipped Kelly's jacket off of her shoulders I said, "This is a beautiful suit."

"Thank you, I have four of them. They're hand tailored. Martin had me fitted for them while we were on a trip to New York last January. Tonya, Keisha and Mandy all have them too."

I turned to hang Kelly's suit jacket in her closet. When I turned around again she was unbuttoning the red silk blouse she was wearing. My pulse quickened. As I've mentioned before my wife is a large breasted woman. Seeing her open her blouse and expose her red brassiere and ample cleavage took my breath away.

Kelly smiled at my reaction and then she lasciviously licked her lips. For a moment I thought she was going to slowly strip off her blouse and brassiere for me, but she didn't. When I let her know that I wanted to play our domination game I'd aroused her sadistic desires. Instead she she cupped her brassiere covered breasts with her hands and stared into my eyes.

My entire body shivered with excitement as I realized that Kelly wasn't going to strip for me, she was going to taunt me instead.

"Dicklet, tonight I danced for another man. In case you were wondering, his name was Jamister. He was an older man, but he was tall and very handsome. I enjoyed dancing for him. I love dancing for real men. It excited him when I unclasped my bra and showed him my breasts. He loved them dicklet. Jamister loved my big tits."

Kelly slipped her blouse off her shoulders and tossed it to me. "Take care of this slave, you can wash it for me tomorrow."

I set Kelly's blouse on my dresser. While I was doing that she removed her brassiere and tossed that to me. "You can wash this too slave."

I nodded obediently and said, "Yes Ms. Mamister, I'll take care of everything tomorrow afternoon."

My wife held up her naked breasts with her hands and said, "Jamister loved playing with my tits. He bit them and licked them and twisted my nipples with his fingers. He liked to play rough dicklet and I enjoyed every minute of it."

Kelly looked at me with an expression of utter disdain. "Dicklet are you a macho stud who enjoys playing a little rough with his women? She smirked. "Have you ever spanked a woman or given her a hickey on her tit?"

It took every bit of self control I had to keep from smiling. My wife was an accomplished actress. I was certain that was one of the talents that made her such a good hostess.

I did maintain my composure and I responded appropriately. Submissively bowing my head I answered her in a very quiet voice. "No Ms. Mamister."

"Dicklet, No what?"

"No I'm not a macho stud and I've never spanked a woman."

Kelly snickered. "Well dicklet, if you're not a macho stud, then I guess you'd better get down on your knees where you belong."

A little thrill rippled through me. I quickly answered, "Yes Ms. Mamister." And then I obediently fell to my knees.

Kelly licked her lips. That demonstration of power had obviously excited her. She stared at me for a moment and then she asked; "Dicklet, what do little pussyboys like you do with a woman?"

"Anything she wants Ms. Mamister."

Kelly grasped the hem of her gray wool skirt. As she slowly inched it up her thighs she said, "I want you to lick my pussy. Will you do that for me dicklet?"

I was excited, very excited. My wife's game was awakening at my deepest masochistic desires. Breathlessly I said, "Yes Ms. Mamister I'll do anything for you."

Kelly raised the hem of her skirt up to her waist. "Are you sure about that dicklet? An hour ago Jamister was fucking me." She slipped two fingers into the cleft of her pussy and lewdly began masturbating herself. "He was ramming his big hard cock in and out of this cunt, your wife's cunt. Are you really going to lick me when you know that just a short time ago another man's cock was in there?"

I stared at Kelly and slowly nodded my head.

"Then do it dicklet. Crawl over here like a little puppy dog and kiss and lick my beautiful cunt, the cunt that Jamister just ravaged with his magnificent cock."

Every nerve in my body was tingling as I submissively crept over to my wife and looked up at her. She towered over me like an omnipotent goddess. She looked down at me while she continued masturbating herself. Both the swollen lips of her pussy and her fingertips glistened with the moisture of her arousal. Her engorged clitoris poked it's head out of the hood of skin that served as its hiding place when it was at rest.

I started to move my face to her cunt, but Kelly shook her head. "No dicklet, first you have to earn the right to lick this cunt. Kiss my shoes."

At that moment I belonged to Kelly. I would have been willing to submit to any indignity that she might desire. I didn't protest, instead I obediently bent over and kissed the toe of each of her black high heeled pumps.

As I kissed the toes of her shoes I heard my wife take a deep breath. My eager compliance with her demand had obviously excited her.

Kelly looked down at me with a smile dripping with arrogance. Her dominant sadistic desires were now fully aroused. That excited me.

I looked up at Kelly. Our eyes met. My entire being burned with masochistic need. When she saw the fervor in my eyes she lustfully licked her lips. "You enjoy submitting to me, don't you dicklet?"

"Yes Ms. Mamister, very very much."

She turned around and rested her hands on the edge of the night table next to our bed. Her gorgeous naked rear was directly in front of my face.

"Prove it dicklet. Do something for me that I will never do for you. Lick my asshole."

I'd started licking Kelly's ass during the first year we were together. It quickly became a regular part of our lovemaking, but this was the first time she'd so candidly stated that she'd never do it for me. I don't think there had ever been any doubt in either of our minds about that question. It had always been understood by both of us that licking Kelly's asshole was a submissive act on my part. Nonetheless, this was the first time that it had ever been made so overtly clear.

That excited me even more.

My pulse was racing as I spread the cheeks of Kelly's ass. I leaned forward. She cooed with delight when she felt me press my lips to her puckered hole.

I wrapped my arms around my wife's hips and held her to me while I kissed her with passion. I felt that this was the ultimate expression of my presentation to her will and I wanted her to understand my feelings very clearly.

Kelly supported herself with one hand while she reached between her legs with the other and started masturbating herself again. "Yes dicklet, do it, kiss my ass. Show me that you'll do anything for me."

Kelly shivered as I extended my tongue and pushed it into her anus Breathless with excitement she said, "That's right Timmy, that's exactly what I want. Be a good little slave, lick your mistresses asshole."

For a moment time stood still. Both Kelly and I were lost in a fog of uncontrolled lust as I kissed and licked her with a desperate need to please while she rubbed her cunt with an natural like frenzy.

Suddenly Kelly stood up, turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed with her thighs spread apart. Her cunt dripped with the wetness of her lust. She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face to her sex. "Lick me slave, lick the cunt that was just ravaged by another man's cock."

I buried my face in my wife's sodden cunt. Her moisture covered my lips and nose. Kelly held the back of my head with both of her hands and kept me pressed against her. I licked her, kissed her and rubbed my face into her. Our sexual frenzy was reaching new heights.

Suddenly Kelly relaxed her vise like grip on my head and in a guttural whisper said, "Suck my clit Timmy, make me cum. Please make me cum."

Still desperate to please, I found my wife's engorged clitoris and sucked it into my mouth. I knew exactly what my goddess wanted and I didn't want to waste any time giving it to her. Kelly gasped as I flicked her clit with my tongue while I sucked on it at the same time.

There was a wild moment of uncontrolled natural lust and then Kelly arched her back and emitted a shrill cry. I kept licking and sucking her clit while her entire body shook from the orgasm that was exploding in her loins.

Several seconds passed before the cascade of pleasure that was ravaging my wife finally began to subside. I felt her gradually relax. After a moment Kelly leaned forward and looked down at me with a tender smile. Gently grasping my arms, she pulled me up onto the bed next to her. I put my arm around her while she laid her head against my shoulder and we spent a minute sitting together in comfortable silence enjoying the touch of our naked bodies.

Suddenly Kelly started giggling.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "What's so funny?"

She grinned at me. "I never imagined that sex could be that much fun."

My face still glistening with the moisture of her arousal, I smiled at Kelly and gently kissed her. She kissed me back and while it was a passionate kiss, it wasn't a kiss filled with desperate sexual need. This kiss was slow and sensual and laden with love.

After we kissed Kelly whispered to me. "No more games tonight. Now I need to love you and I need you to love me."

Kelly laid her head against my shoulder again and whispered, "Timmy, it's nice to be able to come home after a date and be able to share it with you like I did when we were in college. During the past year I felt so guilty when I had to come home and pretend that I'd been working at an office job. Some nights, after I was sure you were arelax, I'd go into the bathroom, lock the door and cry until morning."

I held Kelly tightly in my arms and quietly said, "Don't worry, that's all in the past. I've learned the truth and it's okay. You won't ever have to lie about anything ever again."

"Timmy I love you."

"I know you do Kelly. I love you too."

She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back at her.

We cuddled for a few more minutes and then I said, "You still haven't heard my story."

Kelly sat up and grinned at me. "And you still haven't had a chance to cum, not even one time." She looked down at my erect penis and giggled. "It does appear that you're interested."

I laughed. "You can say that again."

"Timmy would you mind if I took off my garter belt, nylons and shoes? I'd be more comfortable if I was completely naked."

"No I wouldn't mind at all. You have a beautiful body. I like seeing naked."

We both stood up. As Kelly was unfastening her stockings from her garter belt I said, "Where would you like to hear the story?"

"Could you read it to me while we're lying in bed? That's the way we always used to do it."

I smiled. "I think that would be very nice."

I went into the den and picked up the story. When I returned to the bedroom Kelly was lying naked on the bed. I stopped and stared at her for a moment and then I said, "I'll never get used to how beautiful you are."

Kelly giggled. "And I'll never get tired of your flattery."

I laughed as I sat down on the bed next to her.

She reached for the story. "Can I see it?"

“Certainly.” I handed it to her. It was five pages stapled together.

She held it. "It's long."

"The words came easily tonight."

Kelly smiled. "It's nice when that happens, isn't it."

"Yes it is, that's when writing is fun."

She glanced at the front and giggled. "You made a title page." She looked at me. "'My Wife's Business Meeting At The Calvert Hotel' by T. Lewis Jamiemister. When did you decide to start writing under your middle name."

"I don't know, I guess it just seemed sort of classy."

Kelly giggled. "Classy?"

"Yeah classy."

"I think I prefer the term, sophisticated."

I winked at her. "That's because you're so classy."

Kelly burst out laughing. After taking a moment to regain her composure she said, "You should give up erotica and start writing comedy."

"There are people who think my attempts at writing erotica are comedies."

"What people? I'm the only one who's ever read your stories."

"Yeah okay, I made that up."

Kelly rolled her eyes and handed me back my story. "Okay T. Lewis, let's hear it." She propped up two pillows and patted the bed. "Lie down right here and get comfortable."

As soon as I was in position Kelly lay down next to me, laid her head on my stomach and started massaging the inside of my thigh.

I shook my head. "You do realize that doesn't help my concentration."

"It never has. It's a good thing you've already written the story, isn't it?"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, in fact I'm worrying about dying of old age before you get started."

"You're only twenty-four."

"And at the rate you're going I'll be Elvira's age by the time you start reading."

"Patience is a virtue."

Kelly grabbed my balls and started squeezing them. Barely able to control her laughter she said, "If you don't start reading I'm going to hurt you."

"I thought we were done playing kinky games for tonight."

"That was before you started trying to drive me to the brink of insanity."

"I think I'd better start reading."

"That would be a good idea."

I took a deep breath and said, "'My wife's Business Meeting At The Calvert Hotel' by T. Lewis Jamiemister."

Kelly giggled.

Now that's funny! The whole last few sections have been both humorous and intensely erotic, IMHO some of the best stuff you've written. Loved it, Kelly and Timmy rock together.
The story feels like you are really enjoying yourself right now. Hope so, happy for you if it's true.
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