This is the fifteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous fourteen 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.
I hurried to the front door. My pulse was racing. As I passed the full length mirror in our front hall I stopped and checked my appearance. For some reason it was important to me to make a good first impression on this man who was here to fuck my wife.
At the front door I paused so that I could collect my wits. Even though I'd spent the past fifteen minutes rehearsing the words I was going to say to Chris when I opened the door, I was still nervous.
I took a deep breath and opened the door. Chris was standing there holding a bottle of red wine. We stared at each other. It was an awkward moment.
My preplanned greeting helped. "Good evening Mr. Kendricks. Won't you please come in. Ms. Mason will be with you in a moment."
Chris stepped into our house, shifted the bottle of wine to his left hand and extended his right. "Hello Timmy, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please call me Chris."
Shaking my head I said; "Thank you sir, but I don't believe my Mistress would approve of that."
He nodded. "Yes, I understand that you're going to be our servant tonight. Are you okay with that?"
I smiled. "Yes Mr. Kendricks, I'm looking forward to a very exciting evening."
Chris smiled back at me. "Good, I was hoping that was the case."
For a few seconds we looked at each other in silence. I suppose you could say that we were sizing each other up.
It was easy to see why my wife was attracted to Chris. He was outrageously handsome. While he was at least five or six years older than Kelly and me, he was still only about thirty.
He was tall, maybe six feet one or two, but he wasn't a muscle man. He did have broad shoulders and a trim athletic build, but he appeared to be more graceful than physically powerful. Still there was something about his bearing that suggested that he wasn't a man to be trifled with.
His full head of dark wavy hair gave him an air of dignity unusual for a man so young and his brown eyes seemed to take in everything that was occurring around him. This made me suspect that he was both very bright and more than just a little clever.
As I studied him I realized that his most distinctive facial feature was his smile. There was a slightly mischievous quality to it that conveyed the impression that Chris might just be a bit of a rogue.
"Well, I'm pleased to see that my two favorite men have finally met each other."
We both turned. Kelly was standing in the entrance to the hall that led to our bedrooms. As soon as we saw her both Chris and I shifted the focus of our attention from each other to her. My wife was absolutely stunning.
Kelly was a very attractive woman and she was extremely adept at embellishing her natural beauty. Her long blond hair was loosely curled and hung casually around her bare shoulders. Her eye makeup and lip gloss were slightly overstated giving the subtle impression that she might turn out to be a little more adventurous than the average girl next door.
Kelly could have been wearing slippers and a bathrobe and she still would have captured the undivided attention of every man in any room she entered, but that night she wasn't wearing slippers and a bathrobe. That night she was wearing an outfit that rendered both Chris and me speechless.
The heart of her outfit was a simple white cocktail dress. On many women it could have looked chic or even elegant, but Kelly's dress was much too tight and it was tight in some very daring places. The bodice was cut precariously low and her luscious cleavage poured out of the top. I actually wondered what kept her breasts from popping free.
The dress was also shockingly short. The hemline was at least two inches above her white stocking tops and the straps and stays of her white garter belt were provocatively exposed.
I remembered Kelly's comment about her lingerie when we were getting dressed and there wasn't any doubt that the combination of the dress, her garter belt and nylon stockings and the white high heels she was wearing did suggest a bridal gown. I smiled. Her outfit may have resembled a bridal gown, but this wasn't a dress that would ever be worn in a church wedding. This was more like a caricature of a bridal gown. This was an outfit that you might expect to find in a pornographic movie with a title like "Wedding Day Harlots."
And then I noticed my wife's jewelry. Around her neck she wore a rather gaudy looking silver choker. It was encrusted with scores of very expensive looking jewels that appeared to my unschooled eye to be diamonds. She was also wearing a pair of matching silver earrings and a matching bracelet on her right wrist. They were covered with same stones as the choker. I shook my head. If those stones were in fact diamonds, my wife's jewelry had to be worth at least ten thousand dollars.
Kelly sashayed into the living room. She was clearly making an "entrance". My wife had obviously put some thought and effort into her appearance and now she was giving both Chris and me an opportunity to appreciate the fruits of her labor.
Kelly strolled up to me and patted my cheek. "Do you like my jewelry pussyboy? The set was a gift from the CEO of a large investment firm in Los Angeles
She winked at me. "I spent two nights with him in Las Vegas. Believe me cuckboy, that old gentleman got his money's worth. "
She turned and walked over to Chris. "Hi sweetheart, welcome to my home. I hope this is the first of many nights that we get to spend together here."
Pangs of jealousy stabbed at my heart as I watched my wife put her arms around this other man's neck and give him a passionate kiss on the lips.
When they broke apart Kelly stepped back and smiled at Chris. "Do you like my outfit? I wore it just for you. Tonight will be the first time you've ever had a chance to fuck me in a bed. I thought we might treat the evening like it was a little honeymoon."
Chris chuckled. "I love your dress. I've seen you wearing clothes like this many times at Evergreen and Eagle Lake, but this is the first time you've ever dressed like this for me."
