This is the sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous five 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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My wife patted my knee. "Are you ready to go up to my office?"
"Yes I am."
"Let's go." Kelly opened her car door and got out.
I followed her.
Kelly's parking spot was on the third floor of the parking ramp. We took the elevator down to the street level. When we walked out onto First Avenue I couldn't stop myself from staring at the doorway to Smithson Jewelers across the street. I sighed as thought back to the previous Thursday night and remembered the cold, miserable hours that I'd spent huddled in that space waiting for Kelly to come out of the Whetmore building.
My wife noticed my distraction and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
I pointed at the jewelry store. "Last Thursday night I froze my butt off standing in that doorway waiting for you to come out of your office."
Kelly shook her head. "Timmy I'm sorry that you had to do that." And then she smiled at me. "But I'm so glad that you did. My secret life was slowly destroying our marriage. I'm terrified to think about what might have eventually happened to us if you hadn't intervened."
I took my wife's hand and held it. "Whether it happened this week, next week or next month, it was a matter of time before I was finally going to figure out what was going on. I think today we've done a pretty good job of establishing the fact that I still love you and you still love me. Our love for each other is pretty strong. I don't think either of us would have let our marriage collapse."
Kelly didn't say anything, she just squeezed my hand. That was enough. That little squeeze spoke volumes.
We walked into the lobby of the Whetmore Building and rode the elevator up to the fifty-second floor. I smiled as the elevator doors opened and we stepped into the oak paneled alcove. It had been less than seven hours since the first time I'd entered that alcove, but so much had happened during those seven hours that it actually felt like days.
I opened the glass doors that led into the headquarters of JTandR and looked around. I was shocked. It was just after six o'clock on a Wednesday. I was expecting that the premises would be deserted, but that wasn't the case at all. The office was bustling with activity.
I glanced at the front desk. Janet Collins was gone, but there was another woman sitting there. She was about the same age as Janet, and just as attractive. It appeared that the partners had a strict criteria that they followed when they hired a receptionist.
Kelly called to the woman. "Hi Colleen."
She looked up and smiled when she saw my wife. "Hi Kelly, it's nice to see you. Everyone misses you."
Kelly nodded. "I miss everyone too."
"What brings you to JTandR tonight?"
"I'm meeting Tonya. She told me that I could keep some of my clothes."
"I don't see why you shouldn't. They're going to throw them all out on Friday." Colleen picked up her telephone. "I'll call Tonya and tell her that you're here."
"Tell her that I'll be in my old office."
Colleen nodded.
Kelly grabbed my hand. "Come on Timmy, my office is this way." She pulled me down the corridor that led off to the right. When we got to the end of that corridor Kelly stopped and opened a door. It led into another much shorter hallway. There were three doors on each side of this hall. Kelly went to the second door on the right.
As she opened the door she said, "This is my old office."
We stepped inside. Kelly left the door open.
I looked around. It was an unusually furnished office. It looked more like an elegant boudoir. The walls were painted a light shade of pink and the carpeting was the color of French vanilla ice cream. In one corner there was a small wooden desk and a padded desk chair. A large overstuffed brown leather chair similar to the ones I'd seen in Martin Jackson's office sat in front of the desk.
In the opposite corner there was another larger wooden desk and another padded desk chair. This desk was pushed up against the wall. A large mirror had been mounted on the wall above the desk and another mirror, this one full length, occupied the space on the wall next to the desk. The desk was covered with an assortment of ornate cut glass bottles and several delicately carved and decorated wooden boxes. I assumed that the bottles were filled with a variety of perfumes and the boxes contained the cosmetics and jewelry that my wife wore on her dates.
There was a door on each end of the wall across from the door that we'd just come through. Between these two doors was a large, very comfortable looking brown leather couch. Above the couch there were two elegantly framed paintings. Both of them were classical full length portraits of nude females.
The masculine feel of the brown leather couch and the chair in front of the desk made them seem out of place in this otherwise overtly feminine room. I suspected that they were here so that the three partners could relax in comfort while my wife entertained them.
Kelly walked over to one of the doors. As she opened it she pointed to the other door. "If you need to use it, there's a full bathroom in there."
I shook my head. "No I'm okay."
She nodded and went through the other door. I followed her and found myself in a large walk in closet. A closet rod extended for the entire length of the wall opposite the door. An assortment of dresses, women's suits and long filmy negligee's hung from this rod. A rack of shelves that extended from the floor to the ceiling had been built on the wall next to the door. These shelves were filled with a collection of expensive looking women's shoes. At each end of the closet there was a large dresser.
Kelly walked over to the dresser at the right end of the closet and opened one of the middle drawers. It was filled with sets of lingerie.
My wife was just starting to sort through the lingerie when I heard a voice behind me.
"Oh your in here."
I turned. A gorgeous middle aged blond was standing in the closet doorway.
As soon as she heard the voice Kelly set the lingerie down and turned around. There was a warm smile on her face. She glanced at me and the warm smile turned into a devilish grin. She walked over to the woman, put her arms around her neck and kissed her full on the lips. The older woman put her arms around Kelly and returned the kiss with passion.
I leaned awkwardly against the rack of shoes and watched as my wife and this older woman lasciviously made out with each other right in front of me.
When they finally broke apart they both took a breath and then the older woman said, "Well that was quite a greeting."
Kelly laughed. "I wanted to be sure that my little pussy husband understands the full scope of our friendship."
The woman shook her head. "Pussy husband? That's an interesting name for the man you generally describe as the most wonderful human being on the face of the planet."
The woman turned to me. "I"m Tonya Lewis. I assume that you're Tim Jamieson."
I nodded.
She extended her hand "Tim it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
I shook her hand and said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you too Tonya. Please call me Timmy."
She smiled at me. It was a wonderfully endearing smile. "Very well."
Tonya turned to Kelly. "Let's go back into your office and sit down on the couch. I want to hear about everything that's happened in the past week, but first I want you to explain that hot kiss you just gave me and why you're referring to the man you've always described as the love of your life as your little pussy husband."
I followed Tonya and Kelly out of the closet. Tonya sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. "Timmy why don't you sit here between Kelly and me."
I sat down next to Tonya and Kelly sat on the other side of me.
As soon as all three of us were settled Tonya looked at my wife and said, "All right Kelly, what's going on?"
Kelly thought for a moment and then she sighed. "Tonya I've kind of been neglecting Timmy for a while."
Tonya shook her head. "Neglecting him? I don't understand, for the past year you've spent every day at work describing this man as the greatest husband in the entire world. How could you have possibly been neglecting him?"
"Well I've been a little distant from him lately. I guess you could say that I've been emotionally and physically unavailable." Kelly paused and took a deep breath. "And I've been lying to him."
Tonya stared at my wife for a moment and then she said. "Kelly are you telling me that the rumors are true?"
"What rumors?"
"You created quite a stir last Friday when you came into the office and suddenly resigned. After you left the partners spent a full hour in a private meeting with the firm's lawyers. Everyone was dying to know what was going on. A rumor started circulating that your husband didn't know that you were working as a hostess. I told everyone that the rumor had to be nonsense. I didn't believe you would ever do that to Timmy."
Kelly stared at the floor and quietly whispered. "I was very stupid."
Tonya looked at me. "You really didn't know?"
I nodded.
"Kelly, how could you have possibly been that stupid? You're a smart woman. You went to Kelroy. Keisha, Mandy and I would give anything to have a man like Timmy and now it turns out that you've been lying to him for the past year!" The volume of Tonya's voice had been gradually increasing . By the time she'd said the last few words she was yelling .
Tonya stopped and took a deep breath. That calmed her. In a quieter voice, she asked; "What do you mean when you say that you've been distant and emotionally and physically unavailable? Are you saying that Timmy hasn't been getting any sex?"
Kelly quietly answered, "Yes."
"Kelly! For the past six months you've been boinking at least four different guys a week and now you're telling me that you were not only lying to your husband about it; you were also leaving him high and dry during that time." Tonya patted my shoulder. "You told all of us that you loved this man. How could you possibly have been that cruel to him?"
