This is the forty-fifth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous forty-four 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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By the time I'd finished filling Kelly in on the events and conversations of the previous evening it was time to leave for the airport.
When we went downstairs Edward, Nathan, Maurice, Doris, Ben, Cassie and Florence were all waiting in the reception hall to say good bye to us. Everyone hugged. During the previous eighteen hours all of us had become close friends.
Much to my surprise, Mr. Reynolds was not there to hand me the promised folder about the investor from Seattle. This was the man that Kelly was scheduled to entertain that evening. According to Edward, Mr. Reynolds and Mr. Jackson had left about twenty minutes earlier. He told us that they were anxious to get back to the office and begin preparing for their afternoon meeting with this last key investor.
Wendell Tyler was of course, going back with us. At this point, there was nothing in this world, not even the necessities of business or the luxury of flying home in the firms private jet, that was important or attractive enough to separate him from Elvira.
Edward did have the folder. As he handed it to me he said, "Timmy, this is the last key investor. Make sure that Kelly has all the information she needs to dazzle him tonight."
Snatching the folder out of my hand, Kelly laughed and said; "Don't worry Edward, my babydoll and I will work on this one together."
Next to us Mandy said, "We'll all help."
The entire group did help. As it turned out, we had the first class cabin to ourselves so we were able to pass the folder around. Mr. Tyler did caution us to be discreet and to be extremely careful to avoid using the man's name.
As Tonya was glancing through the file she looked up and said, "I entertained this guy about a year ago." After thinking for a moment she leaned towards Kelly and said in a hushed voice. "I recall very clearly that he loved having his balls licked."
When she heard that my wife smiled and said, "If that's what gets him off I'll be happy to spend the entire evening making out with his dick and his testicles."
Our stewardess, her a name tag identified her as Sheila, had been pouring more coffee for Kirby. Sheila was an attractive brunette in her late thirties. Earlier, when she'd brought me a glass of tomato juice I'd noticed that she was wearing a wedding band. As soon as she was done pouring Kirby's coffee she took a quick glance around the cabin to make sure that there weren't any other crew members or passengers paying attention and then she turned to Kelly and said, "Our flight captain has a fondness for that particular pleasure. His wife thinks oral sex is nasty, so she won't do it for him. I happen to love giving head, so anytime we have a layover we share a room and I spend a large part of the evening giving his lovely balls and big hard cock the tender care and attention they so richly deserve."
Kelly glanced at her wedding band and asked, "How does you husband feel about that?"
"Jim is a very understanding and secure man. He knows that I enjoy a little variety on the side and my job gives me the opportunity to do it with discretion. As long as I don't throw it in his face he doesn't mind." She smiled. "And when I come home from a trip I always make sure that he's very well taken care of."
She looked at our wedding rings and said to Kelly, "It appears that your husband has an even more tolerant attitude."
Kelly grinned as she patted my hand. "My babydoll not only doesn't mind that I party with other men, when I get home he wants me to tell him every intimate detail about my dates."
Sheila looked at me with an appraising stare. It was actually a little bit embarrassing. After a moment she turned back to Kelly and said, "I've heard about men like your husband. Do you ever let him watch?"
I looked at my wife out of the corner of my eye. Kelly was clearly enjoying this interchange. Quickly glancing at the rest of our group, I noticed that everyone else was also watching us and by their smiles it was apparent that they were enjoying the conversation too.
Leaning towards Sheila, Kelly said; "Most guys are a little reluctant to let him watch.
"I'm sure they are." The stewardess nodded with understanding.
"But my boyfriend doesn't mind at all."
Gasping, Sheila stared at Kelly in shock and said; "You're married and you have a boyfriend?".
Kelly smiled at her. "Yes I do and he's a very hot guy." I noticed a twinkle in my wife's eyes. She was absolutely loving this.
Turning to me, Sheila asked incredulously; "And you don't mind?"
I had to admit that I was also enjoying it. Casually shrugging, I told her; "Not at all, in fact he's a nice guy. We're actually pretty good friends."
"But he's doing it with your wife." She paused for a moment and then she asked, "Do you really watch?."
"Only once in a while. Most of the time I either do some housework or I watch television in the den. They both prefer privacy."
Kelly nodded. "When Timmy's in the room it's a little bit harder for Chris and me to concentrate on each other. It's much easier for us to relax and enjoy ourselves when were alone."
Slowly nodding, the stewardess said; "I guess that makes sense."
My wife patted my hand. "But I love my little babydoll, so every once in a while Chris and I do invite him to watch."
Leaning farther over towards Kelly, the stewardess whispered; "Does he..." She took a quick glance at me and then looked back at Kelly. "Does he ever, you know, do himself while he watches?"
Kelly grinned at her. Now there was definitely an impish twinkle in her eyes. Leaning towards the stewardess, she said in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. "Only when we let him."
"Let him?" She looked at me with a shocked expression. I was smiling.
Turning back to Kelly, she asked; "Are you like." She hesitated.
Kelly finished the question for her, "Dominant?"
The stewardess nodded. She was obviously grateful that she hadn't actually been required to ask the question herself.
"Yes I am."
Staring at Kelly in amazement, she asked; "That means that he must be...."
"Submissive? Yes he is, he's very submissive. In fact at this moment he's wearing pink lace panties."
"No way!"
"Oh yes." Kelly turned to me. "Bunny, roll down the waist band of your trousers and show her."
Now I was getting excited. This was turning into a little humiliation game for me.
I hesitated for a second. It was deliberate. Kelly and I knew each other very well. I was giving her an opportunity to demonstrate her dominance.
Kelly immediately realized what I was doing and said in a sharp voice. "Bunny, do as you're told. Be assured that if you dare to embarrass me with a display of obstinacy I will not hesitate to pull down your panties and paddle your cute little behind right in front of every passenger on this airplane."
