This is the twenty-fourth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-three 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 I turned to Mandy. "It looks like it's time for us to go to work."
She smiled and said, "I'm ready if you are slaveboy."
I handed her a glass pitcher. "You fill the water glasses, I'll open the wine."
While Mandy was filling the pitcher with ice cubes and water I took out a corkscrew and opened two bottles of the zinfandel. As soon as we were done, we moved into the dining room.
Kelly busy was seating her guests . She started by placing Antoine at the foot of the table with Gary to his right and Tonya on his left. I understood her reasoning immediately. Gary was a loose cannon. He was capable of offending anyone at any moment. Antoine and Tonya were seated so that they would be close enough to be able to keep him in check when it was necessary.
She placed Keisha on the other side of Gary. That left the head of the table and the chair next to Tonya open. I watched. I was curious to see how my wife would handle this. In our traditionally male dominated culture the seat at the head of the dinner table was generally reserved for the man of the house. If Kelly and I had been in an old fashioned marriage, that chair would have been mine.
Of course, our marriage was anything but orthodox. I was not only not the man of the house, I was my wife's cuckold slave. It was well established that I'd already surrendered any claim that I might have had to that chair. The question now was, who would take the place that I'd vacated?
There are many people who would suggest that the answer was obvious. Kelly should take it. She was now the real head of the household. That was probably the most reasonable solution, but Kelly and I both new that there was another option. It was a choice that was much more emotionally charged and a lot more fun.
My wife paused. She seemed to be considering the two options. It was apparent that she was tempted to give that seat to Chris, but she was hesitating. I assumed that she was concerned about my feelings.
She didn't need to be concerned. My entire body was tingling with excitement. Seeing my wife give my place at the head of our dinner table to another man was going to be deliciously humiliating.
Kelly glanced at me.
I gave her a subtle nod.
She stared at me for a moment. Suddenly Kelly realized that I knew what she was considering and I'd just given her my approval. A smile formed at the corner of her lips. She turned to her boyfriend and gestured to the seat at the head of the table. "Chris honey, why don't you sit here."
Chris looked at my wife with a startled expression. It was obvious that he'd assumed that my wife would occupy that chair and he'd sit in the one next to Tonya.
His eyes nervously shifted to me. I could tell that he was concerned about my reaction. I smiled at him. He immediately understood. This was just part of our game.
He nodded to Kelly and then he urbanely pulled out the chair next to Tonya and gestured towards it. "My dear."
As she sat down my wife glanced at me and then she looked up at her boyfriend and lovingly said, "Thank you dear."
Watching Kelly gaze adoringly at Chris was much more difficult than seeing another man take the chair at the head of the table in my house. I bit my lower lip. Those little loving looks were exactly the type of thing that I needed to learn to accept if I was going to be able to be around my wife when she was with another man.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As I got my feelings of jealousy back under control I remembered Mandy's admonition to me. If I wanted to be a slave, then I needed to try to be a good one.
Suddenly I understood exactly what I had to do. I needed to channel all of my emotional energy into being a slave. I wasn't going to be just a good slave, I was going to be a great slave.
I'd never been to a five star restaurant, but I'd seen enough movies to know what to do. I set one of the two open bottles of zinfandel on the side board and carried the other one over to Chris. He'd just sat down at the head of the table.
As I approached him he looked up at me. I held the bottle of wine out so that he could see the label and said, "Sir the wine."
Chris stared at me for a moment and then he smiled and made a little show of inspecting the label. "Yes dicklet that will be just fine."
"If I may sir." I held the bottle over his glass.
He nodded. "Please."
I poured a small amount of wine into Chris's glass. He picked it up and held it front of him. I didn't actually know whether or not he knew anything about wine, but I was hoping that he'd at least seen the same movies I had. It appeared that he had.
Everyone at the table looked on as Chris first inspected the color of the wine and then swirled it around and watched how it clung to the inside of the glass. Next he held it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Finally he took a sip. For a few seconds he rolled the wine around on his tongue with his eyes closed, then he looked up at me and said; "Thank you dicklet, this is very nice."
I bowed and said, "I'm glad you approve sir. May I pour?"
Chris casually waved his hand and said, "Please do."
Everyone else at the table clapped and cheered. They'd enjoyed our little show. Chris and I both grinned and modestly bowed in recognition of their applause. I glanced at Kelly. She was laughing.
She noticed me watching her and smiled. I smiled back. At that moment we both realized that everything was going to be all right. We could make this life style work.
As soon as I started pouring the wine, Mandy disappeared into the kitchen. While I was filling Tonya's glass she reappeared carrying a tray covered with bowls of Caesar salad. She set the tray on the sideboard and quickly distributed the salads. Once she was done she grabbed the empty tray and disappeared back into the kitchen.
I finished pouring the wine and followed her. When I entered the kitchen she was picking up a large wooden pepper mill.
Grinning at me, she said, "Timmy, that was beautiful."
I grinned back at her and started to say, "Thank..."
Holding up her hand, Mandy stopped me. "This isn't the time for idle conversation. Your Mistress is counting on us. We have a dinner to serve."
I nodded, but I didn't move. I was elated about what had just transpired in the dining room. The brief smile and glance that my wife and I had just exchanged had left me feeling very encouraged and I wanted to take a moment to enjoy it.
Mandy looked at me and laughed. "Don't stand there grinning like a monkey who just fell into a barrel of bananas. Grab those those baskets of sliced baguette and the plates of butter and bring them to the table."
As Mandy walked past me she patted my butt. "You did good out there pussyboy, but you can't rest on your laurels. We're slaves and our superiors are sitting at the dinner table. We have a lot of work left to do before we get to rest."
Mandy disappeared through the door. Quickly gathering up the baskets of baguette and plates of butter, I followed her. As I left the kitchen I started chuckling. I did feel like a monkey who'd just fallen into a barrel of bananas.
When I walked into the dining room my eyes first went to Kelly. This was nothing unusual. I was madly in love with my wife. Whenever I entered a room and knew she was present, I always sought her out first
My breath caught. Kelly and Chris were in the midst of an intimate conversation. Kelly was again gazing adoringly into his eyes. She was holding his hand with both of her hands. As they talked she was gently massaging his wrist with her fingertips. This was exactly the type of scene that had been causing me difficulty.
Suddenly my wife looked up. It almost seemed as if she'd sensed my presence. As soon as she saw me she flinched, pulled her hands away from Chris and sat up straight. There was a guilty look on her face.
Chris turned and looked at the doorway. When he saw me he sighed and lowered his head.
Kelly stared at me with an apologetic expression.
