This is the twenty-ninth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous twenty-eight 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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Kelly dropped me off at Kirby's Quick Stop. I had to get my car. I didn't stop inside to say hello to Kirby and Elvira. I knew that I'd see both of them in the morning and Kelly was going to have to leave soon to go to the party at Eagle Lake. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with her before she had to go.
By the time I got to our house Keisha, Tonya and Mandy were already in their own cars pulling away from the curb. When they saw me all three of them honked their horns and waved. I waved back.
After they were gone I pulled my car into the garage and went into the house. Kelly was in the kitchen making a sandwich.
As I entered the kitchen a sudden feeling of melancholy flooded my body. For the past several days, the combination of my early morning hours at Kirby's and my late nights with Kelly had resulted in my having to get by on three or four hours of sleep a night. I was young and resilient, but the intense schedule was starting to take a toll on me.
The past week had also been an emotional roller coaster. Going through the process of repairing my marriage, learning how to adapt to living a different and somewhat offbeat life style and meeting a group of new friends had been wonderful and exciting, but it had also been physically, mentally and spiritually taxing. I was suddenly feeling like I'd been sapped me of all my strength and vigor.
I understood exactly what was happening to me. The low spirits I was feeling were the direct result of physical and emotional exhaustion. The solution was simple. I needed to rest.
When she heard me come into the kitchen Kelly turned and with a bright smile on her face asked, "Timmy I'm making a ham and cheese sandwich. Can I make one for you too?"
Before I could answer Kelly noticed the down cast look on my face and her smile immediately turned into an expression of concern. "Timmy honey are you all right?"
I smiled at her. "I'm okay, I think I just hit the wall."
Kelly nodded in understanding and then she walked over, put her arms around my shoulders and hugged me. As she hugged me she said, "It's been a tough couple of weeks. I'm sorry about what I've put you through."
I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her back. "We're done being sorry. Now I just want to be able to love you."
"I wish I could stay home tonight."
"I wish you could too, but you can't."
"I know." Kelly kissed my forehead. "I'll be home tomorrow night."
"Yes you will."
"What would you like to do? Would you like to go out to dinner?"
I shook my head. "No, I'd like to do something that we haven't done for a very long time."
"What's that?"
"I'd like to rent a movie and order a pizza."
Kelly was quiet for a moment and then she said, "Timmy I'm so sorry. During the last year I forgot about the simple things that used to make us happy."
"It's okay and as I just said, we're done being sorry."
"I know, but I think there are going to be times when that's difficult to do."
"Kelly we had a bad year, but with any luck we still have maybe sixty or seventy more years to enjoy each other. One year is nothing. Hell, we were fortunate. We figured it out. Lots of couples never do."
Kelly smiled at me and then she said, "Timmy I love you so much."
She hugged me and I hugged her back. For a brief moment we just held each other. Finally I felt Kelly's grip on my shoulders relax. She kissed my cheek and said, "You never answered my question."
I took and second to think and then I grinned and said, "I guess I forgot what it was."
Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Kelly said; "Would you like a ham and cheese sandwich?"
I smiled at her. "If I'm your slave, I think I'm the one who's supposed to be making the sandwiches."
"Not tonight babydoll, tonight I'm cooking for you."
"Cooking?"
"Okay, buttering bread and spreading mustard."
Kelly made two sandwiches. I smiled as I watched her work. This was the full extent of her cooking skills. There were many reasons that I was the slave and she was the mistress. Culinary expertise, while not the most important, was certainly one of them."
Once the sandwiches were finished Kelly put each of them on a plate with a handful of potato chips. I took two Diet Cokes out of the refrigerator and we moved into the living room and sat down on the couch.
We talked while we ate. The conversation was pleasant, but it was just small talk. We discussed Keisha, Tonya, Mandy and Antoine and how lucky we were to have them as friends. Kelly told me how much she liked Kirby and Elvira and then of course Tonya came up again. We were both curious to see how that would work out. We spent some time discussing the house and then we talked about Barry and his amazing story.
The entire time we were eating we both carefully avoided the one topic that did have to be discussed. Actually discussed wasn't the correct word. There was nothing to discuss. It just had to be addressed. This was going to be the first time since college that Kelly was going out to spend an evening with another man when I was aware of it. Yes it was true that she'd been entertaining other men on a regular basis for more than a year, but I didn't know about those dates. Ignorance can bec bliss.
Now I did know and we couldn't pretend that it wasn't going to happen. We also had to acknowledge the fact that this was just the beginning and that after tonight it would be recurring on a regular basis.
I think that Kelly was more worried about this than I was and she was the one who finally broached the subject. As soon as we were both finished eating our sandwiches she took our plates and set them on the coffee table. Then she took a sip of her soda and quietly said, "Timmy are you going to be okay about tonight?"
I smiled. Kelly had just acknowledged the presence of the five hundred pound gorilla who had been sitting in the corner of the room the entire time we'd been eating our sandwiches.
I took a moment. I wanted to be careful about how I answered her question. Honesty was important, but I also wanted to avoid causing Kelly any unnecessary distress. This was a topic that we'd discussed in detail over the previous several days. While I was content that we'd arrived at a decision that was best for both of us, I also understood that this was another life style change and it was going to require some effort on both of our parts to adapt to it.
Finally I took a deep breath and said, "I won't pretend that I'm not going to miss you tonight and I have to admit that I'm more than a little envious of the lucky guy you're going to be entertaining at Eagle Lake."
"Do you want me to call Tonya and cancel. I could tell her that I'm sick."
Vehemently shaking my head, I said; "No you can't, you made a commitment and the people at JTandR are relying on you. Besides, I don't believe for a moment that you want to cancel. I know you. You would never let Mandy, Keisha, Tonya and Antoine down. I'm also certain that you could never break a commitment to Martin Jackson or Wendell Tyler. I've never met John Reynolds, but I'm sure that you feel compelled to honor your commitments to him as well."
I winked at my wife. "And of course there is the most important reason of all. You want to go. Kelly you love the excitement of entertaining clients for JTandR. This is the perfect job for you. Hell, I'm willing to bet that you'd do this job even if they didn't pay you."
Kelly punched my shoulder. "Shut up! I wouldn't do it for free."
"Only because there's an army of hot guys out there that are cuter than the businessmen that JTandR assign to you."
She giggled. "Actually, some of those businessmen are pretty cute."
Shaking my head, I said; "I rest my case."
Kelly grinned at me. "All right, you understand me much too well; but I'm still worried about leaving you tonight."
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Kelly honey, you don't have to worry. Remember, I'm a submissive masochist. The pain and jealousy I feel when I know you're with another man excites me."