This is the fortieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-nine 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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The women sashayed across the patio. As they approached us Keisha said, "Girls, we are going to have fun tonight."
Martin Jackson placed his hand on the shoulder of the man standing next to him and said; "Brad, this sassy one is named Jasmine. She's yours for the evening. Jasmine this is Brad Cameron."
Keisha walked directly over to Brad and wrapped her arms around his waist. As she hugged him, she said; "Brad honey are you ready for a little chocolate delight tonight? The saying is, once you've had black you never go back and sweetheart by the time I'm done with you, you are going to be a devoted connoisseur of chocolate for the rest of your life."
She snaked her hand down the front of his trousers and squeezed his cock. "Oh yes, and you definitely have the necessary equipment to enjoy my sweet little chocolate pussy."
John Reynolds was chuckling as he walked over to the man who'd been standing next to Brad Cameron. He placed his hand on his shoulder and guided him towards Mandy. "Jason, this little pistol is Angela. She's your date for the evening. Angela, this is Jason Foley."
Mandy walked over and seductively rubbed his chest. "Jason, tonight I belong to you and my goal is to try to fulfill every fantasy that you have ever imagined."
Jason looked at his friends and laughed. "Shit, I think we've died and gone to heaven."
While everyone was smiling at Jason's joke Kelly approached the third man. "You must be Tyler?"
He nodded.
"I'm Melody. I heard that you like well endowed girls."
He grinned at her. "Yes I do."
I watched as my wife picked up his hand and placed it on one of her breasts. "Are these big enough for you?"
Laughing as he felt my wife, he said; "Yes, I believe that they'll be just fine."
Kelly put her arm around his shoulder. "That's good, because you're going to get to play with them all night long."
Still cupping Kelly's breast, Tyler placed his other hand on the small of her back and then he slipped it into her bikini bottom and gently squeezed one of her cheeks.
Giggling, my wife said; "I just love a man who sees what he wants and takes it."
That was all the encouragement Tyler needed. He pushed his hand even deeper into the back of Kelly's bikini. It was obvious that his fingers were worming their way between her thighs.
Kelly gasped when she felt him fingering her pussy. "Tyler honey, I think that the two of us are destined to become very close friends."
He leaned over and said in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear, "I think we already are."
Closing her eyes, Kelly breathlessly answered; "Yes, I do believe you're right."
I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip.
Without my noticing it, Elvira had repositioned herself so that she was standing next to me. Reaching over, she grasped my fingers in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze.
I looked at her and smiled. That was all the reassurance I needed.
Mr. Jackson walked over to Donald Kline and took him by the upper arm. "Donald, it's time for you to meet your date for the evening."
Donald looked at him apprehensively.
Shaking his head, Mr. Jackson said; "Don't worry Donald, she has instructions to try to avoid any permanent injury."
Donald took a deep breath.
"I'd like you to meet Mistress Natasha."
Tonya stepped up to him. "Good evening Donny."
Bowing politely, Donald said; "Natasha, it's pleasure to meet you."
Holding on to the dog collar and leash she was carrying, Tonya grabbed the collar of Donald's shirt. Lifting him up so that he was standing on his tiptoes, she slapped him hard across the face and said; "Little pussyboys like you address me as Mistress Natasha. Do you understand?"
Donald vigorously shook his head. "Yes Mistress Natasha, I understand and I'm sorry that I offended you."
Tonya laughed. "You have no idea how sorry you're going to be."
Before Donald realized what was happening Tonya secured the dog collar around his neck and attached the leash. Then, giving the leash a firm tug, she said; "Come my little pet. We need to spend some time teaching you how to properly behave."
Tonya led Donald back up the steps and into the mansion.
Once they were inside, Tyler Greer said; "I don't understand why, but Donald loves being treated like that. It really seems to get him off." He laughed. "He's probably going to have more fun tonight than we are."
Reaching over and grabbing Tyler's obviously erect cock through his pants, my wife said; "I'm taking that as a challenge."
Tyler grinned at her. "Go for it Melody."
Martin Jackson smiled at Brad, Jason and Tyler. "It think it's time for us to leave you alone and give you an opportunity to get a little better acquainted with these lovely ladies."
John Reynolds nodded. "Yes, Bunny will stay with you and see to your needs. If there is anything that you want, anything at all; just let the girls know. They'll tell Bunny and he'll get it for you."
Turning to me, he said; "Nathan and Elvira will be at the bar with Cookie. If our guests want something and you don't know how to get it, ask them. They'll help you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mr. Reynolds, I know exactly what to do."
Martin looked at his business partner. "He'll be fine John. Bunny is a very resourceful little fellow."
The term, little fellow struck me as being slightly demeaning, but I understood. I was a slave. That was my role for the evening. Besides, I was a submissive masochist. As Tyler so aptly put it when he was describing his friend; I can't understand why, but Donald loves being treated like that. It really seems to get him off. Donald Kline and I had a lot in common.
Mr. Jackson looked at me. I noticed a hint of concern in his eyes. I guessed that the little fellow comment was a slip and he was now recalling the problems we'd had a week ago. I knew that he desperately wanted to avoid a scene at this party and it was apparent that he'd just realized that he might have inadvertently provoked me.