Courtesan

This is the fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous four episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

This is a fantasy. All of the people, places and organizations described in this story are creations of my imagination.

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We pulled onto Jackson Street. Jackson was a three lane one way street going towards downtown. Charles Street was one block west. It was a three lane one way street leaving downtown. Kelly and I both agreed that when we were driving downtown it was faster to take Jackson and Charles than to drive a mile east and get onto the freeway.

It was 5:00 o'clock, rush hour. Most of the cars were over on Charles Street heading south out of downtown, but Jackson was still busy.

As soon as Kelly settled her Mercedes into the traffic flow she turned to me and said, "Would you like to hear the rest of the story about the first time I met an associate at the Calvert?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I would."

She reached over and placed her hand on the inside of my thigh. "Which version would you like to hear? The impassive narrative or the steamy, x rated description." She slid her hand over to my crotch and squeezed my penis.

I gasped when I felt my wife fondling me. Suddenly I got very nervous and decided that I'd better warn her. "Be careful, it's been a long time since you touched me there. I don't want to make a mess in my pants."

Kelly giggled. "Don't worry, I'll be careful; but once we get into my office it's going to be a different situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Baby, there's a couch in my office. You're going to sit down on it and I'm going to kneel between your legs and give you my very best blow job." She leered at me. "Timmy we are going to spend the next week finding out how many times I can make you can cum inside me."

I took a deep breath and then I grinned at Kelly and said, "I guess I'll take the x rated version."

"Oh good, I was hoping you'd say that."

My wife slipped her hand back to the inside of my thigh. I was thankful. I was very close to making a mess.

"Okay, let's see, where was I? Oh yes, in Tonya's office at JTandR." She turned to me. "Oh by the way Tonya will still be at the office when we get there and she's dying to meet you."

"How does she even know who I am?'

"Sweetheart, she knows all about you and she's very envious of me because I have you."

I looked at Kelly. "You certainly were living two different lives, weren't you?"

She sighed. "Yes, Timmy I'm sorry. I was."

I patted her thigh. "That's in the past. We're moving on with our lives. I shouldn't have said anything. Now go on with your story. You were in Tonya's office getting ready for your date."

"I was so excited. My new dress was a beautiful deep burgundy wool business suit. It had a pencil skirt that came down to just above my knees and..."

"A pencil skirt?"

Kelly smiled at me. "You'd just call it a tight fitting skirt."

I nodded and then I asked, "Why did you buy a business suit. You were meeting a man in a hotel room to have sex with him. Why not buy a leather mini skirt and a crop top or something like that?'

My wife shook her head. "First of all, Tonya cautioned me not to do that. The Calvert Hotel doesn't want us running around their lobby looking like street hookers. Secondly, a business suit makes me look much more elegant. That's a plus when you're dealing with a middle aged businessman."

"But that black cocktail dress that you had in your overnight bag when you came back from the Las Vegas trip was very short, very low cut and looked like it would be very tight."

Kelly giggled. "You're right, that dress is really hot. I'll bring it home so that I can model it for you tonight."

"I don't understand?"

"Sweetie that dress is for Vegas. The standards are a little different there." She looked at me. "Frequently the middle aged businessmen that I'd meet there wanted to show me off. You understand don't you? I was kind of a trophy date. Most of the guys wanted me to dress in a very sexy outfit."

"I see."

"But at the Calvert, discretion and anonymity are essential. Most of the businessmen we deal with are very concerned that someone might find out that they're meeting a woman in a hotel room for sex."

"So why is Las Vegas different than the Calvert?"

"I think most of the men who want a GFE night in Vegas are usually single or they have an understanding with their wives. In any case, they're not worried about being black mailed."

"A GFE night, what does that mean?"

"It's a term that professional escorts use. It means girl friend experience. We think the term is very descriptive. We borrowed it from them, but we've expanded the concept."

"I still don't understand." I looked at Kelly. "When you say professional escort; you're talking about a prostitute, right?."

"Yes, but a very high class prostitute."

"So what does girl friend experience mean?"

"Escorts who aren't GFE are very mechanical. No kissing, no real foreplay, just a quick blow job followed by a fuck. As soon as you cum you're done. Some guys like that. It's sort of, let's get down to business and get it done."

"All right."

"Girls who advertise that they're GFE kiss and take a little time for foreplay. If a guy wants to eat her pussy he can do it. It makes a guy feel more like he's making love to his girlfriend."

Suddenly a little pang of jealousy rippled through me. I looked at Kelly and asked, "Did you let guys eat your pussy?"

Kelly looked at me. When she saw the sad expression on my face she realized that I was upset, but I could tell that she was confused about why I was upset. She stared at me for a moment and then suddenly she understood. She sighed. "I'm sorry Timmy, but I did. Baby my job was to fulfill fantasies and for a lot of guys that's a big part of the fantasy."

I nodded and then I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you let guys lick your ass too?"

Kelly whispered, "Yes, if they wanted to do it, they could."

Very quietly, I said; "I see." And then I turned and silently stared out the car window."

Kelly pulled her Mercedes over to the curb and shut the engine off. Turning to me, she said; "I wish that I could tell you that I reserved certain things just for you, but that wasn't a choice. I was in the business of fulfilling dreams. I was paid to give men what they wanted. Baby do you remember that when we were in college I used to tell you that I'd never let a guy fuck me in the ass?"

I kept staring out the car window, but I nodded my head.

"Now I can take a huge cock in my ass and I enjoy it. I had to learn. Sweetheart, my job was to help men realize their dreams and I loved it. I provided the pleasures that the men I entertained couldn't get from their wives. Most of them just wanted to play with my big tits while I gave them a blow job; but some of them wanted to eat my pussy, some of them wanted to lick my asshole and some of them wanted to fuck my asshole. If that was what it took to get them to give us their stock proxies or invest in our projects, then that's what I let them do. Baby I was a courtesan and I was a very good one.

My wife paused for a moment and then she said, "But the one thing I have always reserved for you is my love. Timmy, another man can lick my pussy but it never feels as good as it does when you lick my pussy. Another man can lick my asshole, but I never enjoy it as much as I do when you lick my asshole. Sweetheart I'm a blow job queen. I love sucking cocks, but I will always be happiest when I'm sucking your little cock." Kelly grinned at me. "The reason is quite simple. I happen to be madly and uncontrollably, head over heels in love with you."

Giggling, she added; "By the way, before we go to sleep tonight, you're going to fuck me in my ass."

Puzzled, I turned and stared at Kelly.

She shrugged. "Baby after tonight I want to be absolutely certain that no other man has ever enjoyed my body in a way that you haven't."

Kelly picked up my hand and held it. For a moment we were both silent and then she said, "Timmy if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you lick my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you lick my asshole. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you fuck my ass. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you fuck my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never suck a cock other than yours. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you touch my tits. And if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you that I'll try to never let anyone but you kiss me."

Kelly stared at me. "If you ask me to do those things, I'll promise you that I will try; but the only guarantee that I can make to you with absolute certainty is that I will always love you and I will always love only you."

I took a second to think about what my wife had just told me and then I turned to her and said, "Just promise me that you'll love me. That will be enough for me."

"Timmy you have that promise. You've always had that promise."

We stared at each other in silence. Kelly was still holding my hand. After a moment she smiled at me and asked, "Are you okay now or are you still sad that I've let other guys lick my pussy and my ass."

I shook my head. "No I'm not sad about it anymore. It helps me when remember that it was your job." I grinned at my wife. "I'll bet that you were an outstanding courtesan."

Kelly nodded. "Yes I was. I was very good."

I smiled at my wife. At that moment I was incredibly proud of her.

Kelly switched on her left turn indicator, looked over her shoulder, waited for a gap in the oncoming cars and pulled back out onto Jackson Street. Once she was back into the traffic flow she put her hand on my thigh and said, "Are you ready to hear more of the story?"

I smiled at her. "Yes I am."

"Okay, my new outfit was a burgundy wool suit. It had a pencil skirt."

I nodded. I now knew what that meant.

"It also had this cute waist length jacket. When I wore the Jacket open, it framed by bosom very nicely."

I chuckled. "Bosom?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "I was trying to be classy little boy. Would you prefer the term boobies?"

I grinned at her. "How about bodacious ta tas."

Kelly laughed and pulled up her sweater, exposing her brassiere covered breasts. "Are you suggesting that these magnificent symbols of feminine sexuality should be called ta tas?"

Suddenly the driver of the car in the lane to Kelly's left started blowing his horn. We both looked over. Two college aged boys were wildly waving at us.

Kelly turned towards them, slipped her left breast out of its brassiere cup and held it up for the two guys.

The driver leaned on the horn. The kid in the passenger seat lowered his window and pointed towards the curb. They wanted us to stop so that they could talk to my wife.

Kelly laughed and mouthed the words, "No way." And then she stuffed her breast back into her bra and pulled her sweater back down.

It had been an impulsive act. Realizing what she'd just done, Kelly glanced at me. There was an expression of chagrin on her face."

"Well so much for life as a prim and proper housewife." I blurted it out. It was meant as a joke, but as soon as I said it I regretted it.

Kelly sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I have to do things like that."

I reached over and patted her thigh. "Hey I was just teasing you. I enjoyed it. I thought it was both funny and kind of exciting."

"Really?"

"Yes."

My wife giggled. "So did I."

"Okay, back to the story. Your new suit had a cute waist length jacket that framed your bosom."

Kelly laughed. "You mean my ta tas, don't you?"

"Yes, your ta tas. Are you going to tell this story or are you just going to play around all afternoon?"

"Okay Mr. Serious. For a blouse I had this really hot satin hip length tank top. It was a rich ivory color and trimmed with lace. It was tight fitting and and very low cut." Kelly winked at me. "It exposed a lot of cleavage. Tonya told me that if I bought a business suit I could be a little daring with the blouse and believe me, I was. I'd also picked out a set of delightfully provocative lingerie that matched the blouse. Timmy, by the time I finished getting dressed I was feeling very sexy and incredibly elegant."

"What did your lingerie look like?"

Kelly grinned at me. "Listen to you. You're a little perv."

I nodded. "Yes I am and so are you. That's why were a perfect match for each other."

She reached over and squeezed my hand. "We are perfect for each other, aren't we ."

"Yup."

"Well the bra and panties were all lace and the material was so thin that they were nearly transparent. The bra was wireless."

"Wireless?"

"That means it didn't give me much support, but I wasn't planning on wearing it for very long. I didn't need much support."

"Why were you wearing it at all."

"Tonya suggested that I wear a bra. She said that most guys get a big thrill out of taking them off."

"I think she's right about that."

"The panties were matching lace bikinis."

"Why not a thong?"

"A thong is nice if you're going to be parading around in it; but if you're just planning to undress for a guy so he can fuck you, a pair of lace bikini panties are much sexier."

"Parading around?"

"You know, teasing guys at a sex party."

"A sex party?"

"Yes, the firm puts them on at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"I know about Evergreen, that's the mansion in South Carolina, right?"

"Yes."

"Eagle Lake, isn't that out on the Northwest side of the city?"

"That's right, the firm has another mansion out there."

"What happens at those places?"

"Sometimes it was just like Vegas. I'd meet a guy for an afternoon and evening of GFE."

"I now understand how that works in Vegas, but how does it work at one of the mansions?"

Kelly looked at me. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes I think I do." I smiled at her. "But not because I'm angry about what you were doing. I want to hear about all of this because I'm finding it exciting.

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "You really are a perv."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Yes I am, but I thought you already knew that."

We both laughed.

Suddenly Kelly stopped laughing. She silently stared at the road ahead of her. After a moment she whispered, "I guess I did know that. I just stupidly forgot about it for a little while."

I smiled at her. "Well now you remember again and that's all that matters. Tell me how a GFE night at Eagle Lake worked."

Taking a quick glance at me, Kelly smiled and said, "Okay." And then she started giggling. She reached over and gave my erect penis a firm squeeze "Do you want me to play with your little pecker while I tell you about it?"

I vigorously shook my head. "No, I think that might get very messy very quickly."

"You are enjoying this aren't you?"

Laughing, I said; "Yes, I am. That's why it might get messy."

Kelly kept giggling, but she pulled her hand away from my crotch. After flashing me a quick wink she said, "Okay, a GFE night at Eagle Lake. It worked like this. I'd be assigned to an associate and basically become his girlfriend for the entire time we were together. In the summer we'd spend the afternoon lying by the pool. In the winter we'd sit in front of this huge fireplace in the parlor. I'd flirt with him and fawn over him just like he was my boyfriend. There would generally be ten or fifteen people around including the partners. They'd usually try to talk a little business while we were sitting together. The whole time I'd be hanging on my associate, constantly touching him and rubbing my breasts against his body. It was my job to make it very clear to everyone that I belonged to him."

"At the end of the afternoon we'd go back to his room and take a shower together. After we showered I'd usually give him a blow job and then we'd get dressed and go down to dinner. During dinner I'd continue to be his date. Whenever the partners were focusing on someone else it was my job to keep my associate entertained. After dinner we'd generally move to the patio or the parlor for cognac and coffee. At the end of the evening we'd go back to his room for a night of hot sex. Once he was exhausted, I'd either sleep with him or leave him and move to another bedroom in the house. That was his choice. If he wanted me to sleep with him I'd let him fuck me one more time when we woke up in the morning."

"You enjoyed those evenings, didn't you."

"Baby, I loved them."

"I can see why. You like to flirt and you love sex. This was your ideal job."

Kelly smiled at me. "Yes, it really was."

We were both silent for a moment and then I asked, "So what happened at the sex parties?"

Kelly didn't say anything, she just tightened her grip on the steering wheel and stared at the road ahead of us. It was obvious that my question had caused her to become very anxious. I sensed that she was reluctant to tell me about the parties. Earlier that afternoon she'd told me that she'd done awful things that would make me hate her. I suspected that some of those things may have occurred at the parties. I quickly decided that I shouldn't press Kelly about them until she was feeling a little more secure about my feelings towards her.

Instead I smiled at her and said, "Why don't we save the sex parties for later. Right now I'd like to hear rest of the story about your first night at the Calvert."

Kelly's face broke into a big smile. "Timmy, when it was finally time to go I was so excited."

"It was a big adventure, wasn't it."

She nodded, "Yes, it really was. I loved being a hostess." She shrugged. "I'll admit that getting to have tons of sex with a lot of different guys was big part of the reason; but there was more. It was also exciting. All of it was an incredible adventure."

"And you made a lot of money."

Kelly giggled. "I also got to buy a closet full of expensive new clothes and I didn't have to pay for any of them."

I laughed. "The job really was girl heaven, wasn't it."

My wife sighed. "It was, but it also almost destroyed our marriage."

That quieted both of us. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

Finally, in a very subdued voice, Kelly said, "Why don't I tell you more about the night at the Calvert."

Nodding, I said, "That's a good idea."

Kelly reached across and brushed my knee with her fingertips.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back at me and then she said, "I was so nervous when I drove up to the Calvert. Timmy, I'd never even been inside that hotel. Tonya had given me some money for tips and told me to use the valet parking." Taking a quick glance at me, Kelly said, "That was the first time I'd ever used valet parking. It made me feel sophisticated." She giggled. "Although, I do have to admit that when I pulled up in front of the hotel I was feeling a little embarrassed about my old Honda Civic."

"It certainly wasn't as fancy as the Mercedes you're driving now."

That made Kelly laugh. "No it wasn't, but the valet was still very polite. He didn't say a word about my junky old car. He just took the keys and told me to have a nice evening."

I chuckled. "Sweetheart, you're a gorgeous blond and you were dressed in a very expensive business suit. I'm sure that you could have ridden up on a bicycle and he still would have been polite."