Courtesan Ch 13

This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twelve 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.

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Ever since I was a teenager I was taught that girls weren't supposed to enjoy sex. It was something they did to make their boyfriends happy. The problem was, I did like sex. It wasn't something I did to make my boyfriend happy, it was something I did to make me happy.

For a long time that made me feel guilty, but then I met Julie and she loved sex every bit as much as I did. Knowing someone else who is just as perverted as you are makes it so much easier to accept who you are.

Sandra Monroe Attorney at law

My internal alarm clock didn't fail me. I awoke at precisely 5:00 am. Three hours of sleep weren't enough. I was tired and I wanted to stay in bed, but I knew that wasn't a choice. I'd promised Kirby that I'd be at the store by 6:00 and I didn't want to let him down.

I took a quick shower, shaved and brushed my teeth. That made me feel a little bit better. When I returned to her bedroom, Kelly was still asleep. That wasn't a surprise. At this time of the morning my wife was capable of sleeping through a hurricane.

As I laid out the clothes that I was going to wear to work, I wondered why I'd just thought of this room as Kelly's bedroom rather than ours. I immediately knew the answer. I was beginning to think of Kelly as my mistress and me as her slave and I'd learned from the stories on the Internet that a mistress always has her own bedroom.

I opened my underwear drawer and saw the panties that Kelly had given to me. I remembered her edict that I wasn't allowed to wear men's underwear anymore, so I obediently selected a pair of yellow panties trimmed with lace. As I put them on I thought to myself that if I get into a car accident, the panties were certainly going to create a stir in the emergency room.

As soon as I was dressed I kissed Kelly on her forehead, turned off the bedroom light and went into the kitchen. I knew that Kirby would have bagels, cream cheese, orange juice and coffee waiting for me at the store, so I didn't have to bother with breakfast.

I wrote a quick note to Kelly.

"Dear Ms. Mason,

I have gone to my job at Kirby's Quickstop. I will be done between 10:00 and 10:30. After that I am going to stop by The Crier. There is some advertising copy that I have to edit before the Friday deadline. I should be home around 3:30. If you need me, you can call me on my cell phone.

I hope your meetings with Chris and Tonya go well today. Please keep me posted.

Last night was a wonderful evening. Words cannot describe the happiness that I felt when I woke up this morning and found you lying in bed next to me. I am so very thankful that we were able to resolve our problems and get back together.

Your loving husband, loyal slave and butt fucking stud

Timmy"

I set the note on the kitchen counter, grabbed my car keys and left for work.

It was 5:45 when I arrived at the Quickstop. Kirby Lundquist, the retired navy cook who was the owner, was behind the counter. The store smelled of freshly brewed coffee. Kirby's face lit up as soon as he saw me walk through the door. "Good morning Timmy! How are you on this fine morning?"

"I'm good Kirby, but I have some bad news for you."

The huge man's smile turned to a frown. "What is it Timmy, more bad news about your wife?"

I shook my head. "No, in fact it's just the opposite. We met yesterday afternoon and agreed to get back together."

"Timmy that's not bad news, that's great news."

"Kirby, she wants me to quit this job. She thinks it's dangerous. She's afraid I'll get shot during a holdup."

Kirby laughed. "I don't see why she'd be worried about that. In the last two years I've only been robbed five times."

"Five times in two years, does Elvira know that?"

"Hell yes, it was one of the reasons she took the job. She's hoping she gets robbed. She's still harboring a lot of anger about the sudden death of her husband." Kirby reached under the counter and pulled out a baseball bat. "If someone tries to rob her, she plans to beat the shit out of him with this."

Elvira Higgins was the afternoon cashier. She relieved me at ten. Elvira was seventy-two years old. She and her husband Maxwell had been married for fifty-one years. Max had died of a sudden heart attack the previous spring. Elvira had told me that her husband's death had been devastating for her. I believed Kirby when he said that she was harboring some pent up anger.

I smiled at Kirby. "Remind me to never get on Elvira's bad side."

Kirby nodded. "I think that's a very good idea."

I poured myself a cup of coffee. As I was taking my first sip Kirby asked, "So are you going to work today."

"Of course I am. I made a promise to you. I don't break promises. I'll keep working until you find someone to replace me."

"Timmy I appreciate that, but you don't have to do it. Your marriage is more important than this stupid store. Hell I'm not even making a profit anymore. I just keep it open because Elvira and I don't have anything better to do. If you need to quit, the two of us will understand and we'll get by."

"Thanks Kirby, but I'll keep working until you find a replacement, just don't tell Kelly about the robberies."

He chuckled. "My lips are sealed."

We talked for a few more minutes and then Kirby went to his apartment above the store so that he could get some sleep.

The time flew by. The store gets pretty busy during the morning rush hour. Everyone wants coffee, a newspaper and one of the sweet rolls or bagels that Kirby has a local bakery deliver fresh every morning.

By nine o'clock the rush started to die down. The store would be fairly quiet for the rest of my shift.

At nine fifteen my cell phone rang. I answered it. It was Kelly.

"May I please speak to Mr. Timothy Jamieson, B.F.S."

I laughed, Kelly was teasing me. "B.F.S.?"

"Butt Fucking Stud, that is your proper title isn't it?"

"Actually I'm quite certain that B.F.S. is only a temporary title. I think my real title is, P.L.C.W."

"P.L.C.W.?"

"Pussy Licking Cuckold Wimp."

"Oh yes, I think that's a very appropriate title, especially for today." Kelly giggled. "But, I'm sure that I'm still going to want to occasionally play with Timothy Jamieson the Butt Fucking Stud."

"Both he and Timmy the Pussy Licking Cuckold Wimp, will always be at your beck and call."

I heard my wife take a deep breath and then she said, "Timmy you cannot possibly imagine how much that idea excites me."

"I think I can because it excites me just as much."

"Really?"

"Oh yes."

"Timmy I think we're going to have a wonderfully exciting evening."

"What are your plans for the day?"

"I just finished talking to Chris Kendrick's and Tonya. I'm going to meet Chris at noon for lunch at the Goldenrod Supper club."

"Do you think you're still welcome there after the scene we put on last night?"

Kelly laughed. "Oh yes, in fact after you left the restaurant last night I talked to Percy Ballentine. He manages the Goldenrod. He and the rest of the restaurant staff all think you're a hero. The next time we go there for dinner Percy wants to meet you and buy you a drink. Face it studman, you now have another title, B.B.H."

"B.B.H.?"

"Bar Brawling Hero."

I shook my head. "I think I could get killed trying to maintain that title."

"Yes, you're right; maybe we should forget about that one. I don't want my sweet babydoll to get hurt."

"Kelly, is Chris coming for dinner tonight?"

"Oh my! I must be talking to the pussy licking cuckold wimp right now."

"Hey, you're the one who brought it up. If I remember correctly yesterday afternoon you were lamenting the fact that it's been almost two weeks since your were properly fucked by a really big cock."

Kelly giggled. "You have a very good memory. I'm going to wait to see how lunch goes before I invite him. Are you sure you're ready for what's going to happen tonight if he accepts?"

Kelly's question excited me. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes I am."

"Timmy I hope that lunch goes well, because the idea of you serving as my slave while I entertain Chris is getting me very wet. Is your little soldier standing at attention."

I laughed. "Yes he is and I hope I don't have to step out from behind the cash register."

"Do you really think anyone would notice?"

"Hey, that was mean."

"Yes it was. My sadistic streak is waking up. Dicklet you'd better prepare yourself. I think that's just the first of many humiliating things I'm going to say to you today."

"It appears that I'm in store for a very exciting evening."

"We both are. Your note said that you'd be home around 3:30."

"That's right."

"I'll call you before I meet Tonya and let you know if I'll be entertaining a guest for dinner tonight. That will give you a chance to go the supermarket on your way home from The Crier office."

"You can tell Chris that if he comes over I promise to prepare and serve a very special dinner for the two of you."

"Timmy, that would be so exciting. I really hope this happens."

"So do I."

"Sweetheart I have to go. I'll call you after my lunch with Chris. I love you babydoll."

"I love you too Ms. Mason."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy, I get wet when you call me that."

"It gives me a little tingle too."

"Bye sweetheart."

"Good bye."

Elvira Higgins walked into the store about a half hour after I finished my telephone call with Kelly

"Good morning Timmy, how are you today?"

"I'm good Elvira, how about you?"

"I'm feeling pretty chipper for a seventy-two year old fussbudget."

I chuckled at Elvira's comment while she hung her coat in the storage closet. As soon as she was done she poured herself a cup of coffee and walked over to the counter.

"So tell me about the guy in the big black Lincoln that came by here yesterday. When you stopped to pick up your car in the afternoon, you were in and out of the store so quickly that I didn't have a chance to ask you about it. Last night Kirby and I spent quite a bit of time speculating about what was happening. He thinks you might be working for the CIA."

I laughed. "No Elvira, Kirby is definitely wrong about that. I am not a spy for the CIA."

In the back of my mind I thought that this was a good example of the difference between Kirby and Elvira. They were both loud and brassy; but this morning, even though he was probably dying of curiosity, Kirby was too discreet to ask me about something he viewed as my personal business. Elvira on the other hand, asked me straight out as soon as she saw me this morning.

Elvira stared at me. "All right, you're not a spy. So tell me what is going on. I assume this has to do with the problems you're having with your wife."

I shook my head. "Elvira you certainly can be direct."

"Timmy honey, I'm an old lady. I don't have time to dilly dally."

That made me laugh again. I really liked Elvira. "The man in the Lincoln was named Edward Baylor."

Elvira rolled her eyes. "I already knew that."

I stared at her.

She laughed. "You didn't actually believe I wasn't eavesdropping on everything the two of you said in the store did you? I also know that he said he had a lucrative proposition for you. Kirby thinks he was a spy from another country trying to get you to sell information."

"Kirby has a very creative imagination."

Elvira grinned. "He really does. I think that's one of his most admirable qualities."

I nodded in agreement.

"So tell me about Edward Baylor and his lucrative proposition."

"He was representing Martin Jackson. That's one of the owners of the company that employed my wife. Edward Baylor offered me five thousand dollars if I would agree to meet with Mr. Jackson for thirty minutes."

"That's a lot of money, he must have really wanted to talk to you." She looked at me for a moment and then she asked. "Was he the guy who was having an affair with your wife?"

Suddenly I realized that this was going to be very difficult to explain. I thought about telling Elvira that it was none of her business, but I didn't want to do that. She was my friend and for some reason I felt like she might be able to understand.

I took a deep breath. "Yes and no."

"Yes and no! What kind of an answer is that! Either she was riding the pork pole with him or she wasn't."

"The pork pole? That's a very descriptive phrase for a genteel lady like yourself."

"Genteel? Who said I was genteel? I was never genteel, I'm just old. Besides, that's Kirby's phrase, not mine."

"You and Kirby must have some very frank conversations."

"Why not? He's a retired navy cook and I'm an old lady. Why should anyone care what we talk about." She stared at me. "And before you get any ideas, let me get this straight. I am not riding the pork pole with Kirby. I've never believed in playing around with the people at work. I creates too many complications."

Elvira paused and took a breath. "All right, let's get back to what happened yesterday. Was this Jackson guy boffing your wife?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes he was, but Kelly wasn't actually having an affair with him."

"Really? You mean they were just getting together for an occasional casual roll in the hay."

"That's right.'

"Was he just trying to buy you off?"

"I suppose you could interpret it that way, but I think that it might be better to say that he was trying to atone for some mistakes that he'd made."

"I'm not sure I see the difference."

"It's kind of complicated."

"Timmy honey, I've got all day."

I smiled at Elvira. "Okay, but you have to promise not to judge either Kelly or me and I'm a little nervous about how Kirby would take what I'm going to tell you."

"Timmy, I'm too old and I've made too many mistakes in my life to judge anybody. And don't worry about Kirby, I'll explain things so that he can understand. Besides, he really likes you. He'll want to understand."

I spent the next half hour telling Elvira everything. She was very open minded and her responses and questions relaxed me so I opened up to her and bared my soul. When I was done I thought about what I'd told her and started to worry that I might have given her too much information.

Elvira squashed those concerns immediately. "Your Kelly had quite an exciting job. I have to admit that I'm a little envious."

I looked at her with an amazed expression.

"Oh yes, during the fifty-one years I was married to Max I always had a little something going on the side. I never cheated on him. He always knew what I was doing. He was like you, he got a little thrill out of knowing that I was sleeping with other men."

"Are you telling me that Max was a cuckold and you were a hotwife?"

"Those terms have only recently become fashionable; but yes, that's exactly what I'm telling you. Timmy, like your wife, I have always loved sex. Sweetie when I was young I could handle three hot sessions a day and still be ready for more." Elvira smiled at me. "Now that I'm older I've cooled down a little bit. If I get laid three or four times a week I'm very content."

I stared at Elvira. "Are you telling me?"

"Be careful Timmy; I may be old, but I'm not dead."

"But earlier you told me that you and Kirby weren't..."

"And we aren't. I repeat what I said earlier, I have always made it a policy to be very careful about playing around at work."

"Was Max submissive like me?"

Elvira's face broke into a huge smile. "Oh yes, he was both a wonderful husband and my loyal slave for all fifty-one years that we were together. He did all the housework. He remained faithful to me during our entire marriage and he always obeyed me. He was the perfect man."

"Was Max happy living as your slave for all those years?"

Elvira nodded. "Yes, we were both very happy. We often talked about how well we complimented each other and how fortunate we were to have found each other."

I shook my head. I was finding all of this to be both amazing and strangely comforting. Suddenly Elvira's comment about being content if she got laid three or four times a week actually sunk in. I looked at her. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Elvira rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. I have several gentleman friends. One couldn't possibly be enough." She laughed. "Actually, one was never enough, but now that I'm playing with older men, it's even more important. Older men need a day or two to recuperate before they're ready to go again."

"Elvira, you are an astonishing woman."

"Because I love sex? Timmy you would be astounded by the number of supposedly prim and proper women, even older women, who love to ride the pork pole."

I chuckled. "Elvira I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing you utter the phrase, 'riding the pork pole'."

Elvira winked at me. "That's why I use it. I love to shock people."

I smiled at her.

She stepped behind the counter and playfully poked me in the ribs. "Enough chit chat cuckboy, it's time to get the register tabulated so I can take over."

We both started laughing.

As we were counting the money in the cash drawer Elvira said, "By the way Timmy, Kirby knows all about Max and me. At first he had a little trouble understanding how a man might want to be submissive to his wife and even more trouble with the idea that he might find it exciting when she slept with other men. We've spent a lot of time discussing it and now he's used to the concept. It will be good for him when I tell him about you and Kelly. He'll start to realize that this life style is a lot more common than he thought it was."

By the time I left the store it was almost 11:00. As I was driving out of the parking lot I thought about what Elvira had just told me. I realized that I was envious of Max and I now knew that I would be very happy spending the next fifty years serving the woman I loved.

On my way to The Crier office I stopped by Molly's Cafe and picked up a ham and cheese on rye. Normally I would have eaten my lunch at the cafe while I chatted with Molly, but today I had a lot of work to get done so I had her make my sandwich to go.

When I walked into The Crier office Ellen Conners, the owner, chief editor, ace reporter, secretary receptionist and head of advertising sales was seated at her desk.

Ellen was a very personable woman in her mid forties. Two years ago Dewayne, her husband of nineteen years came home from "a weekend fishing trip" and announced that he was leaving her and their three children so that he could marry a twenty-two year old stripper and move to Las Vegas. They both planned to become black jack dealers.

The bum had drifted from job to job, drank, gambled, caroused and openly cheated on Ellen for the entire time they'd been married, so the separation was actually a stroke of good fortune for her. Nonetheless, Dewayne had been her first love and he was the father of her three children. It had taken Ellen almost a year to recover from the pain of the divorce.

Fortunately Dewayne wasn't a total jerk. He left Ellen with all of their assets including the house, the newspaper and all of the bank accounts.

He promised to start sending child support payments as soon as he found work as a black jack dealer, but of course that never happened. He'd called Ellen about a year ago. Shortly after they'd arrived in Las Vegas Dewayne discovered that his stripper had a taste for cocaine. She'd quickly hooked up with a thug who was more than willing to give her as much of the drug as she wanted as long as she was willing to work in his stable of prostitutes.