This is the twentieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous nineteen 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.
As soon as Kelly was gone Mandy grabbed her purse and said, "Timmy we have a lot to do. We'd better get going."
I nodded and followed Mandy out of her office. When we got into the parking garage she walked up to a silver Jaguar XJ sedan, took out her clicker and unlocked the doors.
I stopped. I was dumbfounded. Kelly's Mercedes was a magnificent car and maybe even more expensive than this Jaguar, but Jaguar's have always been special to me. In my mind there has always been a mystique about them that made them unique.
Mandy smiled when she noticed my reaction. "Kelly told me that you had a thing about Jaguars. I think that's the real reason she wanted me to give you a ride home."
She tossed me the keys. "Here, why don't you drive."
After I caught the keys I shook my head. "No I'd be too nervous." I tossed the keys back. "Just riding in it will be enough for me."
Mandy shook her head as she caught the keys. There was a warm smile on her face. "Kelly told me how timid you are. It's one of the many reasons she's so madly in love with you. I can see why. It really is an endearing quality."
She opened the driver's side door. As she slipped into the car she said; "Come on studman, get in. We have places to go and people to see."
For a few minutes I reveled in the pleasure of riding in a Jaguar, but by the time we were turning onto Charles Street the fascination was already waning. The truth was, cars just didn't excite me that much.
Instead I turned to Mandy and asked the million dollar question. "So how did you become a hostess?"
She glanced over at me and chuckled. "You mean, what's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?"
I laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's more or less it."
"Do you want the full story or the abridged version?"
I shrugged. "We're going to be living together, give me the full story."
"Okay, you asked for it." She paused to think for a moment and then she started. "I was born and raised in Wichita, Kansas. My father was the chief financial officer for a company that built ventilation equipment for large office buildings. My mother was a secretary for a local insurance agency. I was their only child and they both doted on me. I was a good girl, the perfect daughter. In high school I was an A student, the captain of the gymnastics team and a sprinter on the girl's track team. I was active in our church youth group and I had a part time job at a local ice cream store. I was a model teenager and my parents were very proud of me. I was also a virgin. I firmly believed that a good girl saved herself for the man of her dreams."
Mandy was quiet for a moment and then she said, "All that came to an end during the spring of my senior year in high school. It was May 11th. I'll never forget that day. My father picked me up at school. They pulled me out of class. He told me there was a problem at home. He wouldn't let me go to track practice and he wouldn't explain what was happening. Instead he just dropped me off my mother's parents house. I didn't realize it at the time, but it would be over two years before I saw my father again."
"What happened?"
Mandy shook her head. "My grandparents were just as clueless about what was happening as I was. They tried to call my mother, but her cell phone was turned off and nobody answered our home telephone. Finally around 10:00 o'clock that night my mother called. First she talked to my grandmother for over an hour and then she finally talked to me."
Mandy took a deep breath. "When I picked up the telephone my mother was crying. She told me that she'd been unexpectedly served with divorce papers at her office that afternoon. When she frantically rushed home to try to talk to my father she found that he was gone. That morning, after she'd left for work, he'd moved all of his things out of our house. On the dining room table she found a dozen photographs of her having sex with several different men. There was also a letter from my father detailing his knowledge of her affairs."
"My mother then admitted to me that she'd been cheating on my father for the entire time they'd been married. She started apologizing to me over and over again. She said that she'd always loved my father and me and she always would love us. She tried to explain to me that the other men were just flirtations. None of them ever meant anything to her. It was just sex for fun. She was also adamant that she was always careful that the time she gave to her men friends was never time she took away from my father or me."
Mandy looked at me. "It's difficult for me to understand how that could have been possible, but I do have to admit that she always was a good mother. She never missed any school functions and she was generally at home in the evening when my father was at home. There was one notable exception. She always had one night each week when she was supposedly out with her old girlfriends from college. She later admitted that was a lie. It was actually her date night with her boyfriend of the moment."
Mandy sighed. "It took me about a month to piece together the entire story. Apparently my mother really had been secretly dating other men the entire time she'd been married to my father. She generally had one specific boyfriend, but there were periods when she would date several different men at the same time. She had a firm rule that she would never keep a boyfriend for more than three months. The whole purpose of her affairs was to add a little variety and spice to her life. The last thing she wanted was to end up with a second husband. Before starting a new relationship my mother would always warn her next lover about that rule and also make it clear to him that she would never consider leaving her husband for him."
"How did your father find out?"
"About a year earlier he'd received an anonymous telephone call informing him that my mother was meeting a man at a local motel every Tuesday afternoon for sex."
"Did he go to the motel and confront her?"
"No, he didn't believe it; but it did make him uneasy. The following Tuesday afternoon he called my mother's office. He became concerned when he found out that she wasn't there, so he drove to the motel. Her car was parked outside. That evening at dinner he mentioned to my mother that he'd called her office that afternoon and was surprised to discover that she was out. He tried to mask his suspicions by commenting that it must have been nice to be able to get away from the office for a little while and then he casually asked her about what she'd been doing."
Mandy glanced over at me. "My mother later remembered that day very clearly. She told me that when she got back to her office a friend who knew about her affairs warned her that my father had called and that he'd found out that she'd been out of the office. That warning allowed her to have an excuse ready when he asked her where she'd been."
"What did she tell him?"
"She said that she and several other secretaries had a little comp time saved up and they used it to pamper themselves with a long lunch break and a shopping trip to the mall. Of course my father knew that was a lie. He'd seen my mother's car at the motel that afternoon."
"Did he confront her with that information?"
"No, he felt that he needed to have undeniable proof before he confronted her. He was afraid that if he didn't have it my mother would just make up a flimsy excuse about why her car had been at the motel and then start being much more careful about covering her tracks when she was cheating."
I nodded. I remembered the frustration I felt during the week prior the night I followed Kelly to the Calvert Hotel. I repeatedly tried to talk to her about the obvious signs that she was being unfaithful and she kept responding with lies that became increasingly outrageous.
I asked, "What did he do?"
"He hired a detective. It only took him three days to get pictures of my mother walking into and out of a motel room holding hands with a strange man and after two weeks he had definitive proof that she was cheating on my father."