This is the seventeenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous sixteen 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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My eyes opened slowly. Next to me, Kelly was sound asleep. I glanced at the clock on the night table. It was five minutes to five. My internal alarm clock had been as reliable as ever. I yawned and quietly slipped out of bed. I was still tired. It had been nearly 1:00 AM by the time Kelly and I had finally gone to sleep. Sighing, I decided that some time during the day I was going to have to find the time to get in a nap. I didn't need excessive amounts of sleep, but three or four hours a night just wasn't enough.
I went into the bathroom and quickly completed my morning routine. This included a hot shower. I needed it to fully wake up. Kelly was still sleeping soundly when I returned to the bedroom.
I felt a little tingle of excitement when I opened my underwear drawer and selected the panties I was going to wear that day. After I slipped them on I grabbed a pair of navy blue slacks and a yellow knit golf shirt from my closet.
Once I was dressed I kissed Kelly on the forehead and quietly slipped out of the bedroom.
I wrote a quick note in the kitchen.
Dear Ms. Mason
Have gone to work at Kirby's Quick Stop. Will be done between 10:30 and 11:00. Keep me posted on your day.
Your loving slave,
Dicklet
I taped the note to the refrigerator door, grabbed my car keys and left for work.
When I got to the Quick Stop Kirby greeted me with fresh cinnamon rolls and hot coffee. They were just what I needed.
He waited until I'd eaten part of a cinnamon roll and had several sips of my coffee and then he hesitantly asked, "So how are things going with your wife?"
I smiled at him. "Did you talk to Elvira yesterday?"
Kirby nodded. "I did."
"Did she fill you in?"
"Yup."
"About everything?"
"I think so."
"Even about Kelly's job? I mean her real job."
"Yes she did."
I waited. Kirby sipped his coffee. I ate the rest of my cinnamon roll.
Finally I asked, "Aren't you going to say something about our life style?"
"Do you want me to say something?"
"Yes, I think I do."
Kirby thought for a moment and then he said, "Timmy when there's two kids in a family the younger child always seems to have a little more freedom than the older child had. I guess the older child fights all the battles and when the younger child comes along the parents are a little more inclined to acquiesce to demands and requests that worried them with the older child."
He took a sip of his coffee. "Well in this situation you might say that Elvira acted as your older sister. When she first told me about her relationship with Maxwell I was dumbfounded. I couldn't understand how any man would be willing to accept that kind of a marital situation. Elvira and I talked about it every day and it became increasingly apparent to me that she deeply loved her husband. It was obvious that she never would have dreamed about doing something that would have hurt him; so I had to come to the incredible conclusion that he not only accepted the situation, he liked it."
Kirby smiled at me. "Timmy, I may just be an old navy cook, but I am smart enough to understand that everyone in this world doesn't have to live and think exactly like me. The more Elvira and I talked about all of this, the more I began to understand that their life style didn't actually hurt anybody. All that really seemed to matter was that they were both confident of their absolute love for each other."
He stared at me. "Are you confident that your wife loves you?"
I nodded. "I wasn't a week ago, but I am now."
Kirby sighed. "Yes, Elvira told me about the problem the two of you had. I gather that your wife had a little difficulty reconciling her lifestyle with the expectations that were drilled into her by her family."
I smiled. "Yes, that's pretty much it in a nutshell."
"Is she feeling better about it now?"
"I think so. We spent all of Wednesday afternoon in some very intense discussions. I think she now understands that the only people we have to please are ourselves."
Kirby chuckled. "There are a lot of people who would be much happier if they could come to that realization."
I looked at Kirby. "Do you think I'm a pervert?"
"Do you think your a pervert?"
"Sometimes."
He laughed. "Timmy my friend, I believe that almost all of us occasionally believe that about ourselves. The people who don't are either sexually dead or so uptight that they have to deny their most secret desires."
"Do you have secret desires?"
"Oh yes."
"Tell me."
Kirby shook his head. "Oh no, you'll think I'm a pervert."
"He is a pervert. He has a huge collection of big titty magazines."
We both turned. Elvira was standing in the doorway."
I looked at my watch. "It's only seven o'clock. You're not due to be here for at least three more hours."
She shrugged. "I figured that there was going to be some pretty interesting conversation this morning and I didn't want to miss any of it."
Both Kirby and I watched in dismay as Elvira hung her coat in the storage closet and poured herself a cup of coffee.
Kirby finally said, "You know, with three of us here it's going to get pretty fuckin crowded behind the cash register."
Elvira rolled her eyes. "If you'd lose a few pounds that might not be as much of a problem."
Kirby chuckled. "I have to eat to relieve the stress that comes from working with an acid tongued old crone."
Elvira winked at me. "Timmy honey, our boss is pretty sharp. If you ever decide to start trading barbs with him you'd better be ready to get ripped apart."
