Courtesan

Martin Jackson smiled at my joke and Kelly's expression of excitement and then he said, "The financial terms of Kelly's return to her job as a hostess appear to have been settled, but we I think we still have some other issues to resolve."

He looked directly at me. "Timmy, if your wife is going to return to JTandR as a hostess, I think that it is absolutely essential for you to fully understand your place in the hierarchy of our firm."

He paused to think. After a moment he continued. "This morning I met with Chris Kendricks. He told me all about your little dinner party last night. I found his description of the role you played to be most illuminating.

He leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Jamieson..." He stopped in mid sentence and smiled. "I guess there really isn't any reason for me to call you Mr. Jamieson anymore is there dicklet." He chuckled. "But of course you will continue to refer to me as Mr. Jackson or sir."

I stared at him. I was completely disarmed by this sudden change of character.

Before I had a chance to collect myself, he continued his verbal assault. "Cuck boy, you're sitting in a chair. In this office, slaves never sit in chairs. Now get down on your knees and do not ever again have the audacity to stand in my presence."

Feeling completely humiliated I passively slipped out of the chair and dropped to my knees.

Mr. Jackson smiled at my acquiescence then he unzipped his suit trousers and took out his very large and very erect cock. "Come over here Kelly. Let's show the little wimp exactly what you do when you're at work."

Without bothering to even glance in my direction Kelly stood up and walked over to her boss. She stared into his eyes while she slowly removed her blouse.

Mr. Jackson took a deep breath as he watched my wife unclasp her brassiere and toss it onto his desk. While Kelly was lasciviously fondling her nipples for him he reached out, grasped her wrist and pulled her to him. She fell to her knees between his legs and eagerly picked up his stiff penis with both of her hands.

Martin Jackson turned his head and stared at me while my wife leaned over and kissed the engorged head of his erect cock. As Kelly took his massive penis into her mouth and started sucking it he sneered at me. "Cuckboy, your wife gives an absolutely magnificent blow job."

During this entire time Kelly had not smiled at me, made eye contact with me or acknowledged my existence in any way.

Maybe it was because we'd just finished some very intense financial negotiations. Maybe it was because without any warning or prior discussion Mr. Jackson's demeanor had changed so abruptly. Maybe it was due to the underlying sense of malice that I suddenly perceived in his attitude towards me. Maybe it was because my wife was so thoroughly ignoring me. Maybe it was because I didn't sense the care and concern that I'd felt the previous night from Chris and Kelly.

Most likely it was the combination of all of those factors and probably others that I hadn't even yet begun to grasp. In any case, this time I wasn't excited by the abuse and humiliation that I was experiencing. This time I was deeply offended by it.

Kelly was so engrossed in sucking her bosses cock that she didn't even take notice when I stood up and hurriedly walked out of Martin Jackson's office.

All that AND a cliffhangar. This really is turning into a novel of epic dimensions GH. Take your time, if the story so far is anything to go by, this opus looks like it will be more than worth waiting for. A real treat.

So, is Mr Jackson going to play the 'evil businessman' role after all? My guess is that this is a little bit of a diversion (I mean, it was Mr Jackson who got the ball rolling by wanting to meet Timmy in the first place...). My guess is that there is some sort of test of something going on, that Kelly and Mr Jackson are performing for some reason, and that everything will be revealed in the next segment.

Or will it? :-)

Peak

This is one of those sections that is either going to work very well or fall flat on it's face. We'll see what happens.

asehpe

So often people are inadvertently hurt because we fail to recognize each other's needs. I'm interested in hearing your thoughts.

Gentlemen thank you for your comments. As always they are appreciated.

GH

By the time I passed Janet Collin's desk I was nearly running.

She stood up and called to me. "Mr. Jamieson, is something wrong?"

I was seething with anger as I stood in the alcove waiting for the elevator. I didn't care how much money that man had or how much money he was willing to give to Kelly and me. Nobody but my wife was going to treat me like that. I was Kelly's wimp, but I sure as hell wasn't anyone else's.

John the Lincoln driver saw me when I walked out of the Whetmore building. He got out of the car and greeted me. "Hello Mr. Jamieson, are you ready to return to your automobile?"

As I brushed past him I mumbled. "No thank you John. I'll find my own way home."

He stared in dismay as I stormed down the street.

I walked for two blocks before my anger finally started to subside and I again regained control of my emotions. I stopped walking and took several deep breaths. After a moment I noticed a cocktail lounge two doors away, Danny's Bar and Grill.

I went inside. It was the lunch hour. The tables were full but there was space at the bar. I sat on one of the open stools.

The bartender walked over and set a napkin in front of me. "What can I get for you?" He had a warm smile. It made me feel better.

I knew that alcohol wasn't going to help me so I said, "Just a Diet Coke."

He nodded. "You got it buddy."

My cell phone rang. I looked at the caller I.D.. It was Kelly. I didn't answer the call. At that moment I didn't feel like talking to her.

A moment later my cell phone rang again. This time the caller I.D. indicated that it was from someone at Jackson, Tyler and Reynolds. I didn't answer that call either.

The bartender brought me my Diet Coke. I took a sip. It tasted good. I started to think about what had just occurred. I didn't fully understand why I'd reacted the way I did. That scene should have just been another part of my cuckold fantasy. Yes, Mr. Jackson was much more aggressive than Chris had been; but I should have seen that as more exciting, not offensive.

Kelly's failure to pay any attention to me at all had been very unsettling and I knew that had to be part of the reason I reacted the way I did. I also realized that it wasn't the only reason. As I sat there sipping my Coke I began to understand the real cause for my behavior and I felt ashamed.

I was feeling so proud of myself after I'd negotiated that deal with Mr. Jackson. For the past year I'd watched my wife's professional life grow and flourish. She had an important job with a very successful investment firm. She earned a six figure salary, wore expensive clothing, drove a prestigious automobile and regularly traveled to a variety of exotic cities. Of course I now know that during all that time she was working as a corporate call girl, but I'd just learned that. For the past year I'd believed that Kelly was a very successful business woman.

At the same time I earned barely more than the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a neighborhood shopping flyer that very few people actually read. I was trying to write a novel, but I was making very little progress. It would have been just as productive for me to have spent my time making collages of pictures I'd cut from magazines so that my wife could tape them to the refrigerator door.

During the past year Kelly had treated me with increasing disdain and indifference. I now understand why, but for a long time I believed the cause was my absolute failure as a human being. Even when you know the truth it can be very difficult to cull out the seeds of doubt.

This morning I'd actually done something important. I'd put together a plan that was going to dramatically enhance the lives of six people. I felt proud. I wanted to savor the moment, but that didn't happen. Instead I was suddenly dicklet the slave, my wife was ignoring me and the man I'd just grappled with in an intense negotiation was treating me like a pathetic wimp.

I'd desperately wanted my wife's recognition and instead, she'd lavished her attention on my opponent and completely ignored me.

Now looking back I understood why she had to do that. Kelly's goal during that meeting had been to get her old job back. I also had a goal and when Kelly realized what it was and saw what I'd achieved, she was pleased. It just wasn't yet time for celebration. She still had a task to complete so that she could achieve her goal and I was too self centered to allow her to do that.

I desperately wished that somehow I could transport myself back in time. It now seemed like it would be so easy to silently kneel there while my wife's boss made certain that I was a willing cuckold.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

I turned. A cute little brunette was smiling at me. She appeared to be about five feet two inches tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. At first glance she looked like a teenager, but when I looked into her eyes I saw a wisdom there that told me she had to be in her mid twenties."

I shrugged. "Help yourself."

As she sat down. I turned back to my Coke. Even though she was gorgeous, I wasn't the least bit interested in meeting a strange girl in a bar.

The bartender walked over. "What can I get you?"

"Timmy is that a Diet Coke?"

Without thinking I nodded and answered, "Yes it is."

"I'll have the same thing."

As she opened her purse and took out a ten dollar bill I suddenly realized that she'd just said my name. I turned. "How do you know who I am?"

She smiled as she laid the ten dollar bill on the bar. "Timmy I feel like I know you very very well. Kelly has spent hours talking about you and now that I'm finally getting to meet you I have to admit that you're even cuter than she said you were."

She extended her hand. "I'm Mandy Wells. I work with your wife. I'm another hostess."

I shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you Mandy."

I smiled at her for a moment and then I asked, "How did you find me?"

"John, your Lincoln driver sensed something was wrong. He followed you. When he saw you go into this bar he called Janet Collins. She told Mr. Jackson that you were here."

I shrugged. "I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd care."

Mandy shook her head. "Oh you're very wrong about that. The moment they realized that you'd left his office both Kelly and Mr. Jackson went into a panic. They ran after you, but by the time they got into the alcove the elevator door was already closed. Kelly started crying. She's still desperately afraid that she's going to lose you. Mr. Jackson took her to Tonya Lewis's office to try to calm her down."

"Keisha, Antoine and I all heard Kelly crying and ran into Tonya's office to see what was wrong. Your wife was sitting on the couch. Tonya had her arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. Kelly was sobbing. As she cried she was lamenting to Tonya, 'I ignored him. All I had to do was smile at him and everything would have been all right, but I didn't do that. I just ignored him. I promised that I would never ever neglect him again and then I did it.'"

"Martin was on the telephone with Janet Collins. She was telling him where you were. I heard him tell her to call Wendell Tyler and ask him to join us in Tonya's office."

The bartender brought Mandy's Diet Coke. She took a sip and then she continued.

"Kelly pulled herself together for a moment and took out her cell phone. She told us that she had to call you and try to apologize. She sounded desperate. When you didn't answer she put her cell phone away and burst into tears again. As soon as he was finished talking to Janet Collins Mr. Jackson tried to call you from Tonya's desk phone, but you didn't answer his call either. A moment later Mr. Tyler arrived."

Mandy looked at me. "Mr. Jackson told us about the meeting. Kelly is sure that you left because she was ignoring you. Mr. Jackson feels like he was too rough on you."

Mandy reached out and touched my hand. "Timmy; Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I got so excited when we heard about your plan to buy a house for all of us that we could barely pay attention to anything else that was said. You have to be the most wonderful man in the entire world. We have to find a way to resolve this misunderstanding."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'd like to find a way out of it too."

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Tonya discussed the situation and decided that they should send me to talk to you."

"Why you? I mean it was a good choice. You're doing a very nice job of calming me down."

"Because I'm a submissive just like you are. They thought I'd be the one who was most able to understand how you're feeling."

I chuckled. "They're very smart people."

Mandy nodded. "Yes they are and they're also very nice. Mr. Jackson can sometimes be so dominant that he gets a little scary, but I know him. I understand how kind he really is. He'd do anything for me. All I'd have to do is ask him."

She giggled. "I did make them send me some back up." She turned and looked behind us. "He's standing by the door right now."

I turned. It was Wendell Tyler.

Mandy waved him over. He immediately joined us. The bar stool on the other side of me was open. As he sat down Mandy asked, "Sir we're having Diet Cokes. Would you like one?"

Mr. Tyler laughed. "Mandy honey, I think I can handle the real thing."

It was possible that this wizened old man weighed less than Mandy.

Mandy waved to the bartender. When she got his attention she yelled, "One real Coke." And pointed at Wendell. The bartender nodded.

Mr. Tyler patted my back. "Timmy things got a little confused this morning. They didn't turn out the way anyone had planned. Let me begin by apologizing for my partner. Martin uses his time very efficiently. Sometimes that quality makes him appear to be abrupt. He is also a master at planning and making preparations. It's one of the main reasons that he's such a successful businessman."

He smiled. "Unfortunately those skills at times can mislead him. I think that this morning was one of those situations. You know of course that over the past year your wife has turned you into a legend at JTandR. Martin and I both love Kelly and since Kelly so obviously loves you we both also have to love you."

Mr. Tyler laughed. "I understand it really isn't rational, but it is the truth."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued. "Martin is an enthusiastic dominant. When Chris Kendrick's told him about the dinner party at your house, he was very eager to engage in a scene with you and Kelly. Of course he now realizes that he should have taken some time to discuss it with you first. Regrettably, this was a situation where my partners preoccupation with efficient use time became a weakness. It also didn't help that the submissive he generally plays with trusts him implicitly." He nodded towards Mandy.

She smiled. "Martin is always very verbally aggressive when we play. Because I trust him so much we're both able to relax and completely let go of our inhibitions."

Wendell sighed. "Because Martin and Kelly are so close and because he likes you so much, Martin falsely assumed that the same relationship of trust existed between the two of you. That of course just wasn't true"

Mandy grabbed my hand. "In Kelly's case her lack of attention to you was completely inadvertent. You may have noticed that Martin has a very strong personality."

I chuckled, "Yes, it's hard to miss it."

"That strong personality makes him a very demanding lover. He requires his partner's total attention.” She smiled. “That characteristic also makes him a very exciting lover. I understand that Kelly did tell you that she's been having sex with Martin for almost a year?"

"Yes she did."

"I hope you can understand how easy it was for her to fall into an old habit."

I smiled. "Of course I can."

Wendell rubbed my shoulder. "Timmy, I understand that none of this really excuses either Martin or Kelly's behavior. I just hope that our explanations might help you understand that it was never their intention to hurt or ignore you this morning."

I nodded. "I understand. Actually I think I overreacted." I paused for a moment and then I quietly added, "There's another reason I got upset."

Mandy squeezed my hand. "What was that Timmy?"

"Kelly works for a prominent investment firm. She earns a six figure salary, drives a prestigious car, wears expensive clothing and travels constantly. I, on the other hand, barely earn the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a shopper's weekly that hardly anyone reads. When Kelly and I separated I had to take a part time job as a clerk at a convenience store so that I could actually support myself."

I shook my head. "I'm not making much progress on the book I'm trying to write and frankly I don't think the part that I've completed is very good."

I glanced at Mandy and then over at Wendell. "I'm sure by now both of you have heard how Kelly grew increasingly distant from me over the past year."

They both nodded.

"I now understand that she did that in an unconscious effort to hide the true nature of her job from me."

I took a deep breath. "But before everything blew up I had begun to assume that her growing disinterest was the result of her finally realizing what an utter failure I'd become." I smiled at Mandy. "You just pointed out that old habits are hard to break. It's equally difficult to let go of old assumptions."

I sighed. "This morning I was so proud when I negotiated the agreement with Martin that would allow us to buy a house. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something that might actually matter."

Wendell patted me on the back. "And then my partner, with his obsessive desire to conserve time, ignored the importance of that accomplishment and moved right on to a kinky sex scene."

I nodded. "That's right. A scene in which I played the role of dicklet, the worthless sex slave."

Wendell shook his head. "Timmy my friend, I don't blame you for walking out of that office. I would have done exactly the same thing."

He looked at me. "Do you want to try to work this out?"

"Oh yes please. I desperately want to do that. I just don't know how to go about it. I'm so ashamed of what I did. I can't bear the thought of going back and facing those people."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Great developments GH, this is a very entertaining story, on so many levels. Can hardly wait for the next installment!

GH,
Fantastic few episodes…… from business savvy Timmy to pissed off dicklet in the blink of an eye. Now to sit back and watch as the damage control team goes to work.

Very nice and spell binding story….. ATTA – BOY !

GH, I hope its a cunning plan, a plan of the utmost simplicity .. or perhaps you don't see Blackadder over there.

I can see what you meant about the bungee jump there. Personally I thought it was very well done. So now, after the elastic drop into the void, I'm just left suspended, wondering what happens next. Which I'm sure is precisely where you wanted us all to be ..

Wow. I don't see any way in hell that this is going to fall flat on it's face, you're weaving an exciting, interesting plot here my friend. Great writing.

Our Timmy is one complex, awesome man I must say. My only hope is that he comes out on top of this deal and gets what he wants and deserves. Sorry, I like Kelly, but after promising him that she wouldn't hurt him ever again, she hurts him the very next day. Old habits or not, there's no excuse for what she did. I guess Timmy's a better man than me, I wouldn't go back.

TrF2

Storm, Peak, cuckold40ne and Trf2

Thanks, I'm sorry I'm not writing very creative answers. I've been writing pretty intensly lately and I'm starting to get tired. Storm can tell you that the story gets a lot more complicated when you start adding new settings and characters.

Thanks again for your comments.

GH

Wendell leaned over so that he could talk to both Mandy and me. "It's really not all that complicated. First of all it's important to understand that Martin is even more desperate to resolve this situation than you are. Your wife is the most popular hostess the firm has ever employed. Martin knows that John Reynolds will go ballistic if he comes back from his trip and finds out that Martin blew an opportunity to get her back because he tried playing one of his kinky sex games with you.”

Mandy nodded. "And Kelly is just as desperate. Timmy you are the love of her life. A week ago she was certain that she'd lost you, but you gave her a second chance. Now she's terrified that she just blew that chance. Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I all warned her that she had to take better care of you.”

I shrugged.

She smiled and continued. “I talked with Chris this morning. He told me all about your dinner.” She started giggling and then she said, “I really am envious. I hope sometime soon we get to serve a dinner together."

She stopped and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I just let myself to get sidetracked. Let me finish what I was trying to say. When Martin started playing that kinky game, Kelly should have been reassuring you just like she did last night when Chris was with her."

Wendell nodded. “She's right Timmy.”

All three of us were silent for a moment. Finally Wendell stood up. "I'm going to go back to the office and have a private chat with Martin. I am going to tell him everything we said to you and everything you told us."

He looked at Mandy. "I want you to stay here with Timmy. Do not let him out of your sight." He chuckled. "Timmy I'm not going to leave you alone until this is settled. I don't want to take a chance that you might slip away again."

I laughed. "Well at least I'm starting to feel important."

Wendell smiled at me. "Young man both you and your wife are very important you are to us."

He turned to Mandy. "Give me a twenty minute head start and then walk back to the office with Timmy. After I leave call Tonya and tell her everything we talked about. When you're done ask her to have a long chat with Kelly. As soon as you get back take Timmy to your office and keep him there with until I contact you. As soon as you're settled call Keisha and Antoine. Ask Keisha to join you and tell Antoine to find me."

Wendell left. As soon as he was gone I turned to Mandy. "This morning a good friend of mine tried to talk me out of getting into that Lincoln and coming down here. Right now I sure wish I would have taken his advice."

Mandy poked me in the ribs. "Well I'm glad you didn't take his stupid advice." She leaned over and hugged me. "Because of your wonderful plan and your brilliant negotiations this morning, I'm going to get to live in a great big beautiful house with all my friends. Timmy, that's my fondest dream and you're about to make it come true."

I excused myself and went to the men's room. When I returned Mandy was on her cell phone. I assumed that she was talking to Tonya.

I sat with my back to the bar and did a little people watching while Mandy carried on her conversation. When she was finished she put her phone into her purse and stood up. "Timmy, it's been twenty minutes since Mr. Tyler left. Let's go back to the office."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'm feeling just a little nervous about this. Maybe it would be better if I called my friend Kirby and asked him to come down here and pick me up."

Mandy shook her head. "This is exactly why Wendell didn't want me to leave you alone." She grabbed my wrist. "Come on sweetie pie, You don't have anything to worry about. Mr. Tyler is taking care of everything. It's time to go see Martin and your wife."

Mandy dragged me out of the bar. Once we were on the sidewalk she hooked her arm into mine and towed me back to the Whetmore Building. That tiny girl may have only weighed a hundred pounds and by her own admission been a submissive, but when it came to completing a task she was obviously a no nonsense woman.

The elevator stopped when it arrived at the fifty-second floor. As soon as the doors opened we stepped into the alcove. Mandy squeezed my hand. "Timmy just relax and follow me. We're going to go directly to my office. When we walk through the lobby you're going to feel like everyone is staring at you, but they're not. The other employees here are much too busy to be worried about us."

Mandy smiled at me. "Are you ready big guy?"

I nodded.

"Okay, take a deep breath. Here we go."

She opened the glass paneled door and we reentered the world of JTandR.

GH, I love the way you show us timid Timmy and then remind us that he has some serious brass balls on him - even if they are a little on the small side! He's a sub that likes to play the part of the wimp sometimes, but in reality is anything but! Like the rest of the characters, very multi-faceted, and very nicely developed. Thanks for that effort, it works!

Thanks Storm

We walked briskly across the lobby. Janet Collins looked up. Mandy waved to her. She nodded. Wendell Tyler and Martin Jackson would immediately be informed that we were back.

Mandy pulled me down the corridor that led off to the right. I knew where we were going. I'd been here before. It was just two days ago that Kelly had brought me up to her old office so that we could pick up some of her lingerie. At the end of the corridor Mandy opened the door. We stepped into another much shorter hallway. There were three doors on each side of this hall. I remembered that Kelly's office was the second door on the right.

Mandy led me to the third door on the left and stopped. "This is my office. We can wait in here." She opened the door and we stepped inside.

I was surprised. Because Mandy was a submissive, I'd assumed that her office would be much smaller and more sparsely furnished than Kelly's. That wasn't the case at all. Her office was just as large as Kelly's and every bit as beautifully furnished.

Kelly's office had reminded me of a French boudoir. It was decorated with pastel shades of pink, green and yellow. Mandy's office was much harder. There was lots of leather and oak. It had the subtle feel of a renaissance castle.

While the furnishings were different, the arrangement of the room was very similar to Kelly's office. In one corner there was a very small roughly finished oak desk and a padded desk chair. In front of this desk there was one large overstuffed brown leather chair. In the opposite corner there was another larger oak desk and another padded desk chair. This desk was pushed up against the wall. There was a large mirror mounted above the desk and another full length mirror was mounted on the wall next to the desk. This was obviously Mandy's makeup station. Like Kelly's makeup desk, this desk was also covered with an assortment of ornate cut glass bottles and several delicately carved and decorated wooden boxes. I assumed that the bottles were filled with a variety of perfumes and the boxes contained Mandy's make up and the jewelry she wore when she went out on her dates.

There was a door at each end of the wall opposite the door that we'd just come through. Between these two doors was a large, very comfortable looking brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it. Kelly's office had the same couch, but above her's there had been two elegantly framed full length portraits of nude females.

In Mandy's office there was only one painting over the sofa, but it was much larger. It depicted a naked young woman on her knees, her head bowed. Standing over her was a muscular older man attired like an ancient Greek warrior. In his right hand he carried a spear. The painting was well executed and had a definite baroque flavor to it. I suspected that it was very valuable.

Mandy pointed to the door closest to her desk. "If you need it, that door leads to a bathroom."

I shook my head. "No I'm fine."

There was a knock on the door.

Mandy called, "Come in."

The door opened and a stunning black woman stepped into the room. She was followed by a strikingly handsome black man.

The elegantly dressed young woman was about 5'6" or 5'7". She was large busted, but otherwise had a slender figure. Her sumptuously soft skin was the color of a strong cup of coffee that had been generously laced with rich cream. She wore her long black hair pulled back into a pony tail. The dazzling pair of gold earrings that dangled from her earlobes and the ruby stud that decorated the side of her nose were the final touches that turned her into a truly exotic beauty.

The man behind her was tall, maybe 6'3" or 6'4". His white knit golf shirt and dark slacks accentuated a lean sinewy build common amongst college basketball players. His well muscled upper body, short cropped hair and confident manner suggested that he wasn't just an athlete, he was a powerful athlete. It would have been easy to dismiss this man as a mindless jock, but the van dyke beard he wore and the gold wire rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose created an undeniable air of sophistication.

The woman walked right over to me and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Keisha, you must be Timmy. I'm in love with you. Divorce Kelly and marry me."

The man walked up behind her shaking his head. "Timmy just ignore her. These periods of insanity eventually pass."

I smiled at him. "You must be Antoine."

He nodded. "I am."

Suddenly I realized that Keisha was staring at me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She said, "Well?"

I shook my head and asked, "Well what?"

"Are you going to divorce Kelly and marry me?"

I started laughing. I really didn't know what else to do.

Keisha burst out laughing, threw her arms around my shoulders and gave me a big hug. While she was hugging me she reached down the front of my trousers and grabbed my bare penis. "Oh yes, there it is. It really is cute. Come on baby, get it stiff for me."

Antoine stepped up to Keisha and tapped her on the shoulder. "Leave him alone Keish. You're embarrassing him. He's trying to do the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for you and you're saying thank you by tormenting him."

Keisha stopped moving. She stayed perfectly still for a moment and then she pulled her hand out of my pants and stepped back.

Her demeanor had changed. Her expression was now much more serious. She shook her head. "I'm sorry Timmy. I didn't mean to offend you. I love to tease and sometimes I get a little carried away. Kelly has told us so much about you that I really do feel like we're already good friends." She paused for a moment and then she quietly asked, "Do you really think we can buy a big house and live together?"

I slowly nodded. "Yes Keisha, I'm sure we can." I smiled at her. "Kelly's told me all about you too and I also feel like we're already good friends."

Suddenly I was feeling playful. Certainly part of the reason was the warm friendliness of these three people, but there was more. I envied Keisha's spontaneity, Antoine's air of confidence and Mandy's strength of character. Maybe I was trying to emulate them. Certainly my own self esteem was getting a boost from their excitement about my idea of buying a house. It might have also been due to everyone telling me how excited they were to meet me. I suspect it mostly had to do with the emotional roller coaster ride I'd been on for the past two hours. In any case, I decided that I wanted to try to flirt with Keisha.

I winked at her and coyly said, "No, I won't divorce Kelly and marry you." And then I shocked myself and everyone else in the room. I boldly picked up Keisha's hand and pushed it back down the front of my trousers. "But I do want you to know that you're always welcome to shove your hand down the front of my pants and grab my tiny dick."

Keisha grinned at me and squeezed my penis. "Timmy honey I think that you and I are going to become very close friends."

As soon as I did it, I regretted it. Pangs of guilt assaulted my gut. I was terrified that Kelly might walk into the room at any moment. I desperately wanted to pull Keisha's hand back out of my pants, but I was too ashamed to do it.

Fortunately Mandy came to my rescue. She walked over and said; "All right, enough fooling around."

She grabbed Keisha's arm and pulled her hand out of my trousers. Sounding like a prim third grade teacher she said, "For a little while, everyone is going to keep their hands to themselves."

Keisha shook her head. "Mandy you're being much too serious."

"No Keish, I'm not. Think about it, with everything that's gone on today do you really want Kelly to walk into this office and find you with your hand down the front of her husband's pants?"

"Kelly wouldn't care, she knows me. She'd realize that I was just playing. Besides, Timmy put my hand down there."

Mandy shook her head. "Only after you put it there first. Keish you saw Kelly crying in Tonnie's office. Do you really want to risk upsetting her right now?"

Antoine put his arm around Keisha's shoulder. "She's right Keish. I don't think any of us really understand just how difficult the past year has been for Kelly and Timmy. The unpleasantness that occurred this morning makes it very clear that they both still have emotional wounds that are just starting to heal. The last thing any of us want to do is inadvertently reopen one of those wounds."

Keisha sighed. "Mandy, I'm sorry. I was being foolish." She smiled at me. "Timmy as you get to know me you'll learn that impulsiveness and stupidity are my two greatest strengths."

Antoine hugged her. "I prefer to think of those qualities as spontaneity and a penchant for guileless self expression."

Mandy laughed. "Timmy, that charm is the reason that Mr. Carter is such a skilled host."

Keisha rolled her eyes, "That and his twelve inch dick."

Suddenly the door opened and Kelly stepped into the room. Tonya was right behind her. Everyone turned and looked at Kelly. She had a doleful expression on her face. She'd obviously repaired her makeup, but it couldn't disguise the sadness in her eyes.

GH, if you're getting tired, please take some time off to recharge your batteries, don't get burned out on this story. I have to tell you, this is my favorite of all of your stories so far and I'd hate to see it end before it's conclusion. These characters are so enjoyable although I'm still pissed at Kelly. The big game breaker for me is the trust factor and she's now broken it twice. Hopefully she can make amends to Timmy, but she'd have to walk a mile on broken glass to make it up to me, I don't care how fuckin' beautiful she is. I'd be real tempted to take Keisha up on her offer if it was me.

It will be interesting to see how that dickhead Martin approaches our boy, knowing that his ignorant attitude almost blew everything. It would be nice to see him kneel down and beg Timmy for forgiveness, but I know that's not about to happen. Just a nice thought.

I liked Stormy's comment about Timmy's brass balls. Very appropriate.

Thanks GH, awesome story.

GH

Well, I just finished writting nice comment here and the- compter for some un-godly reason dumped it. We have been having issues with our modum. Got new one, hope it is fixed

They problem with writting this comment ,beside the computer, is you have such excellent readers who make such outstanding comments; like Stromy and Titsrfun. It is difficult to add anything they have not said.

1) I think Kelly needs to address Timmy's lack of self esteem and confidence. Confidence in himself and in their love!!! Yes he is sub but he still has issue dealing with the past year and unsure of Kellys total love of him. I am sure you will find a solution. Timmy has a set of balls, he is smart and caring and deeply in love with his wife. I certainly hope the companyy does not "give" him a job . Perhaps a job where his outstanding skills can flourish. In the "Sandy" story", the hubby was a very sucessful guy, wish I could understand the market like him. And at times showed that and Sandy need that and loved that. Times when she could be weak and he could be strong.

2) Intersting developments with Martin and Wendell and the rest of the crew. Their statement of love and support for Timmy and Kelly is Great. Timmy is quiet not cathing How everyone is tell him how mch Kelly talks about him and raves about himh THough I think Timmy will need some more "proofs" example of the support and love they have for him.

3) A dinner at Timmys and Kelly's house for his friends from the market. I see Timmy able to fulfill the Bosse's desire and the older lady starting to become a mentor to Kelly based upon her expierences with her husband.

4) A thought that has been on my mind, It is light years down the plot but How will Timmy and Kelly act when they decided, they want to start a family?

Again, thank you so much for your writting and posting. I have gotten so much out of your works. My best to your wife. Hope your golf clubs are getting ready to play almost time here.

Meijer

Trf2 and Meijer

Thanks for the comments and observations about the story. We'll just have to see how everything works out.

GH

Mandy grabbed Antoine and Keisha. "Come on, let's leave them alone."

Tonya smiled at Kelly. "We'll be in my office if you need us."

Kelly nodded to her and quietly said, "Thank you."

After they were gone we just stared at each other for a moment. I don't think either of us knew how to begin. Finally Kelly said, "Timmy, I'm so sorry." She paused, closed her eyes and whispered, "For so many things."

I walked over, put my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug. "It's okay. You didn't really do anything wrong. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"But Timmy I ignored you. When Martin started being so aggressive I should have tried to reassure you, but I was too caught up in selfishly taking care of my own needs. I forgot about paying attention to your feelings."

"Kelly honey, I'm a big boy. I shouldn't need to be constantly reassured."

She shook her head. "No Timmy, during the past year I neglected you, ignored you and took you for granted. I was a terrible wife. I owe you a mountain of reassurance."

I nodded. "Okay, but if we're going to make this life style work I am going to eventually have to learn to trust your love for me."

Kelly stared into my eyes. "Timmy you don't ever have to doubt my love for you."

"I know, but when I see you totally focused on sucking another man's cock it can be very easy for doubt to creep into my mind."

My wife sighed. "Oh Timmy, I'm not sure what to do. I love sex. I love sucking cocks, I love fucking. When I'm with a guy, any guy; I do become completely engrossed in what I'm doing. It's why I'm such a good hostess. The man I'm entertaining always feels like his pleasure is the most important thing in the world to me. He feels that way because it's true. Once I start to get excited I become completely obsessed with giving and receiving pleasure."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't focus on pleasing a man because I'm in love with him, I do it because I'm in love with sex. Timmy, you're the only man I'll ever love, but when you see me with someone else I can understand why it might be very hard for you to believe that."

She closed her eyes. "Timmy, I don't think I can change." She paused for a moment and then she quietly said, "No baby, I don't want to change. That passion for pleasure is what makes sex so wonderful for me. That's why I asked you to leave Chris and me alone for a little while last night. I wanted to be able to let myself go without having to worry about you."

Kelly buried her face in her hands. "Timmy I feel so guilty. Why can't I be the wife my mother and sisters wanted me to be? Why do I have to be such a slut?"

Her voice got even quieter. "That's the reason Martin likes my blowjobs so much. He's a very demanding lover. He likes to know that his partner's attention is completely focused on his needs."

I nodded. "That's what Mandy told me."

Kelly smiled. "She should know. She's his favorite."

I stared at Kelly. I was a little surprised by that statement.

Kelly smiled. "It's true. Mandy is a submissive. It arouses her to give pleasure without getting anything in return. Martin finds that incredibly exciting."

I pointed to the painting over the couch. "Did Martin buy that picture for Mandy?"

Kelly smiled. "Oh yes."

"I assume that he sees himself as the Greek warrior."

My wife smiled again and slowly nodded her head. Suddenly she stopped. She thought for a moment and then she said, "Timmy, don't get the wrong idea about Martin. He is a power hungry, dominating business tycoon; but he's also one of the kindest and most considerate men I've ever met. It's true that Mandy is his sex slave, but he always treats her with kindness and respect."

I nodded. Kelly's description was consistent with a man who was so concerned about the mental well being of his hosts and hostesses that he was eager to enter into a plan that would create a household where they could all live together like a family.

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy what are we going to do? "I'll try to reassure you, I'll try to reassure you every minute of every day for the rest of our lives, but I'm not sure I'll always be able to do it." She sighed. "Especially when it matters."

I smiled at her. "What we're going to do is be patient. Just before you got here Antoine was telling us that he thought the events of the past year have left emotional wounds in both of us. It's his belief that it's going to take time for those wounds to fully heal and he feels that you and I are going to have to be very careful with each other until they are fully healed. I think he's right. When you're with another man and I'm around, you're going to have to try to reassure me as much as you possibly can."

Kelly nodded. "I'll try, but..."

"It's okay, I understand. You're not the only one who has to try to make this work. If I'm going to be in the room while you're with another man, I'm going to have to trust you. I'm going to have to understand that it doesn't mean anything when you're focusing all of your attention on him and totally ignoring me."

"Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, I now believe I can. Talking about it has helped.

Kelly put her arms around me. "Timmy I love you so much. This morning was horrible. I thought I'd lost you again."

I put my arms around Kelly and hugged her. "You didn't lose me. You have some very good friends who helped us this morning. I think we would have eventually managed to work all of this out on our own, but today they certainly made it much easier"

"Timmy do you like my friends?"

I smiled at her. "I'd better, because it's beginning to look like we're going to end up living with them."

Kelly smiled, but then she thought about something and her smile turned into a frown.

I looked at her. "What's the matter Kelly?"

"Timmy, we have something else that we need to talk about."

"What is it?"

"Let's go sit down on the couch."

I nervously followed Kelly across the room. As soon as we were seated she smiled at me, but it was a sad smile. She took a moment to collect herself and then she said, "Tonya talked to me about what you told Mandy." My wife shook her head. "Timmy I feel awful. Over the past week and a half I've had to acknowledge and admit to some shamefully unforgivable behavior towards you; but this feels like the most reprehensible slight of all. Right now I feel so callow and self centered."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy I just didn't understand. I was completely absorbed in my own success and good fortune. I never thought about how it might be affecting you. I was leading this incredibly exotic life. I drove a luxury car, wore expensive clothes, dined in fashionable restaurants and traveled to exotic cities while you patiently waited at home living the life of a normal twenty-three year old college graduate."

I shrugged. I really didn't know what to say.

"And I was so callous. When the firm bought me my Mercedes Benz I bought a Ford Focus for you. Timmy when I think about that, I now realize that it was an unpardonable slap in your face."

"Hey I like my Ford Focus. It's a wonderful car."

Kelly smiled. "Timmy you are so well grounded." She shook her head. "I wish I would have bought you a Rolls Royce."

She stared at the floor. A full minute of silence passed. Finally Kelly said, "Tonya said that you told Mandy that when I began to grow distant from you, you assumed that it was because I started to think of you as a failure."

My wife shook her head. "Timmy please understand that I distanced myself from you because I was trying to conceal the lie that I was living. I have never viewed you as a failure. You are the most incredible man that I have ever met."

I chuckled. "But I haven't accomplished a damn thing."

"Neither have I! I didn't get my big salary, fancy car and expensive wardrobe because I was an astute business woman. I got those things because I had big tits, blond hair and knew how to give a really nasty blow job."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Timmy I was so proud of you this morning when you negotiated the deal with Martin that will allow us to buy the house. Babydoll, that was the first worthwhile thing that either of us has ever done. I'm so sorry that I didn't do a better job of letting you know that."

I put my arm around Kelly. She cuddled up to me. We hugged. It was nice.

After a moment she whispered, "You know they are going to try to make it up to you."

I looked at her.

Kelly shook her head. "You do understand that they can't offer you a job. I'm the only married hostess that they've ever employed. The idea of having my husband working in the office would be unthinkable to them."

I nodded.

"But I suspect that by the end of next week you won't be driving a Ford Focus anymore."

"Hey I just told you, I love that car."

"Yes and it is a great car, but I'm absolutely certain that you're about to upgrade to a Lexus, a BMW or maybe a Jaguar."

"A Jaguar?"

"Would you like that?"

I laughed. "Of course I would, but..."

"We might as well tell them what you want, otherwise they're going to have to guess."

I laughed. "Okay."

"You'd also better prepare yourself for the hand tailored suits and Italian shoes."

"Kelly I don't even own a suit."

"Yeah, well that's about to change."

I looked at my wife. "Kelly I don't need all that stuff. It's not important to me. All I want is to try to accomplish something that matters."

Kelly nodded. "I know Timmy. That's all I want too." She laid her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. "I have an idea. Now that you know about my job I'm going to be able to spend a lot more time at home. How about if we agree to devote at least an hour every day to writing together. At the end of the hour you can show me what you wrote and I'll show you what I wrote. We can talk about our work and help each other. Timmy, maybe if we do that we can both write something that matters."

I smiled. "Kelly I'd like that very very much."

Suddenly the door to Mandy's office opened and Martin Jackson walked into the room.

GH, I can see this story going on and on, beautifully into the future. It's brave of you to expand it in this way but I'm sure you wouldn't have done so without planning. It should be a great ride.

I also think that you managed to articulate your greatest dream. Kelly, the mansion, the stuff and sitting down together writing and discussing it afterwards. And just as the thought dropped out perfectly formed, Martin (Damien) Jackson walked in. You really are a true masochist as well GH ..

GH,
Your story has more twist and curves than that new Jaguar will be seeing! Keep up the good work..... I'm enjoying the ride.

Thanks GH. I have to echo some of the coments above. Selfishly, I am completely enjoying this story and want it to go on and on. Clearly this is to be a marathon, not a sprint; accordingly, as Trf2 said, pace yourself!
Seriously, I know you'll do what works best for you. I just wanted to express my appreciation.

I always get the feeling in your stories, GH, that you want all the good and nice characters to end up living together -- which is logical; since they like each other and are all sex-crazed perverts, why not live together . It's indeed like a dream... you make me think again of Robert Heinlein's late books, in which he pretty much voiced the same desire (the lead female character of I will fear no evil ends up in precisely such a communal household... including her own son/lover -- Heinlein had a thing for consensual ****** too).

To live together with your best friends, having a good time and surrounded by people who value and appreciate you. That's not even cuckoldry, that's an ideal for living. Perhaps the ideal of paradise, isn't it? Wasn't it supposed to be like that in the garden of Eden... the tiger lieth with the deer, and nobody kills anybody...

You asked me a while ago what I thought of the fact that people so often get hurt because we fail to take their needs into account. There's a word in Japanese, omoyari, that applies to this situation. It has no English translation, but it describes that quality of a person who somehow manages to guess what it is that other people need without them even having to say it out loud. In Japanese society, hosts who have omoyari are very appreciated and admired; they help their guests avoid the embarrassment and face-losing situation of actually having to ask for what they need.

I think omoyari is unfortunately one of the rarest things in the world. It is so difficult to think about the needs of others, because our own needs feel so strong, and we've mostly all had our own traumas, our own problems, our own issues that demand attention... And even when we don't... communication is such a difficult and delicate matter; sometimes the person whose needs you're trying to pay attention to doesn't know them very well him/herself.

My personal life experience makes me feel pessimistic about perfection -- it seems people's needs will never be fully met, and more often than not not even half met. And that hurts. But I also think that it is important to try -- to try to communicate, to understand others' needs, to make our needs understood -- because, sometimes, out of communication, and sometimes against all odds, some very beautiful things do happen.

Peak

I refuse to comment on the potential length of this story.

As always your comments are very perceptive. My stories are fantasies and they are definitely about my dreams. That's why I write. It allows me to give body to my dreams.

Cuckold4one

I love putting twists and turns into a story. That's part of the fun of writing. In this story however, the twists and turns are caused by the misunderstandings, misperceptions and confusion that govern our interactions with each other.

Storm

Even when I was young the farthest I was ever able to run was four miles, so a marathon is completely out of the question.

asehpe

Thank you for your description of the omoyari. What a wonderful quality for a culture to value.

Yes, I do often have my characters end up living together as a happy family. I think that's a response to the loneliness and isolation that I see in the world today.

Gentlemen

Thank you for you comments. I appreciate them.

GH

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and then Mr. Jackson said, "Mr. Jamieson, I owe you an apology." He appeared to be very nervous. It was clear that Martin Jackson wasn't used to apologizing to anyone.

I held up my hand. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't necessary, but as soon as I tried to speak he shook his head. "No Mr. Jamieson, please let me say my piece. We can talk afterwards."

Kelly stood. "Martin can I get you a chair?"

"No Kelly, please sit down. I'd rather stand while I say this."

My wife nodded and sat back down next to me.

Martin took a moment. He appeared to be carefully choosing his words. Finally he said, "This morning I had several lapses of judgment that I now deeply regret. Timmy, running this business consumes my life. I have always been driven to succeed. My work is all that matters to me. I've never married. I never will. I don't have time for a wife. I work seven days a week and generally put in sixteen hours a day. Over the years I have become obsessed with time and efficiency and I've learned to apply that attitude to all aspects of my life. That even includes the time that I take for relaxation and pleasure. Sometimes my obsession with efficiency causes me to appear to be brusque and insensitive. I suppose that I actually am, but it's never my intention."

He paused to take a breath. "This morning when Chris told me about the dinner party the three of you had last night and the roles that each of you played, I was envious. I'm sure that by now you're well aware of the fact that sexual dominance is a passion for me. Once we'd completed our business this morning, I was very eager to engage in a similar scene with you and Kelly."

He shook his head, "Unfortunately in my effort to be efficient with time I acted on several invalid assumptions. Over the past year, your wife and I have become very close friends."

He looked at me. There was a sudden expression of concern in his eyes. "Timmy, there isn't any reason for you to be jealous about that. You are the love of Kelly's life. She's made that very clear since the first day she came to work for JTandR."

I nodded,

He continued. "Anyway, Kelly and I are close friends. We've also become very comfortable with each other as sex partners. We've learned to trust each other and we understand our mutual needs quite well. This morning I made the mistake of assuming that the trust and understanding that I have with your wife automatically transferred to you. I now realize that was a foolish assumption. We barely know each other. There wasn't any reason to believe that a bond of trust existed between us."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Of course both of us are smart enough to understand that any kind of dominant submissive sex play requires a bond of trust."

He shook his head. "When I started taunting you, you of course reacted in a way that should have been easily predictable. You took offense, became angry and left. I don't blame you. I committed an egregious error in judgment and ended up acting like a rude, boorish ass. Mr. Jamieson, please accept my humble apology."

I smiled at him and started to say something, but he stopped me. "Mr. Jamieson, before you say anything, there is one more thing that I have to say."

I nodded.

"As I told you earlier, my efforts to conserve time often make me appear to be brusque and uncaring. I am not by any means a perfect man and being abrupt is certainly one of my faults. I now understand that our problem this morning may have been aggravated by that deficiency."

Mr. Jackson nervously shifted his feet. This situation was clearly making him feel uncomfortable.

"Timmy I understand that in her efforts to hide the true nature of her job Kelly distanced herself from you during the past few months. A few minutes ago Wendell Tyler informed me that you told him that you had interpreted your wife's aloof manner towards you to be an indication that she was losing interest in you because of your lack of professional success."

He paused for a moment to think and then he continued. "I gather that you now do understand the real reason for her detached attitude."

I quietly answered. "Yes."

"Your self esteem must have been severely damaged during the last year. I know mine would have been. Kelly appeared to be so successful. She had a prestigious job, drove a luxury car, wore expensive clothing and traveled extensively. On the other hand you were experiencing the frustration and lack of success that many liberal arts graduates encounter after they leave college."

He smiled at me. "Timmy you did in fact impress me this morning and I'm not just saying that. You very adroitly analyzed the situation and then you laid out a concise and orderly plan for a mutually beneficial solution. I have highly trained and experienced negotiators on my staff who wouldn't have handled the discussion as competently as you did."

Mr. Jackson shook his head. "I wish that I'd been astute enough to tell you that at the time, but I wasn't. I not only callously ignored an opportunity to restore a little bit of your self esteem, I unwittingly did exactly the opposite. Without any prior discussion I abruptly attempted to move into a sex game that involved your degradation and humiliation. Timmy I again offer my humble apology and I hope that you will forgive me."

I nodded. "Thank you, I do accept your apology. Mr. Jackson, the past two months have taught me many things. One of them is that most of the affronts, slights and insults that are part of our daily lives are not the result of deliberate malice. They're caused by miscommunication, misunderstanding and an inadvertent failure to pay attention to the needs and feelings of the people around us. I think this morning was a good example and I'm every bit as guilty as you are."

Mr. Jackson stared at me for a moment and then he asked, "Timmy why would you feel like you were at fault?"

I smiled. "I was angry with Kelly because she wasn't paying enough attention to me, but in fact she wasn't being deliberately indifferent towards me. She was focusing her attention on what she was doing with you. Even if she had been deliberately ignoring me, why did I interpret her behavior as a lack of affection? Why didn't I instead interpret it as an expression of her dominance? Considering the discussions we've had over the past two days, that would have been a much more reasonable explanation for the way she was acting."

I sighed. "The truth is, this morning I acted like a petulant five year old. My feelings were hurt because my wife didn't pay enough attention to my masterful negotiating skills and when the two of you started playing your sex game I decided to throw a little tantrum."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "Timmy I think you're being a little too hard on yourself, but I must admit that you are an amazingly incisive young man. I wish I could offer you an entry level position with my firm. You do understand why I can't, don't you?"

"Yes sir, Kelly and I talked about it earlier. Employing the husband of a hostess would be an untenable situation for the firm."

He nodded. "Yes, for obvious reasons most of our employees don't know what our hostesses actually do. Of course some of them have to know. We rely on those individuals to be discreet, but they are human. I'm afraid that your presence in the office might instigate gossip that could eventually compromise the activities of our hostesses."

Mr. Jackson stared at the floor. He appeared to be thinking. After a moment he looked at me. "Timmy, for the past year your wife has been a valuable asset for our firm. I hope that we've resolved any differences that we might have had so that Kelly can continue to work as a hostess."

I smiled. "I believe we have."

"Timmy I intend to honor our agreement to give Kelly a two million dollar signing bonus. If you do decide to use that money to buy a house where all of our hostesses can live together, my offer to provide another two million dollars to help with the purchase still stands."

"Thank you sir. Kelly and I really haven't had an opportunity to discuss it, but it's my belief that we're going to proceed with the plan. Antoine, Keisha, Tonya and Mandy are certainly excited about the idea."

Next to me Kelly laughed. "So am I."

All three of us smiled and then we were suddenly quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence. It had been an intense discussion and I think that all three of us were relieved that it was over. We needed a moment to catch our breath.

Mr. Jackson finally broke the silence. "Timmy, I do believe in rewarding the people who are instrumental in the success of the firm. Your wife has certainly been one of those individuals. During the past year she has been rewarded for her efforts. You made substantial sacrifices during the past year and those sacrifices benefited JTandR. I don't think that you have been justly rewarded. Over the next several weeks I intend to rectify that situation."

I shook my head. "Mr. Jackson, I don't need any rewards."

"No I'm sure you don't. You appear to be a man of simple tastes. I find that to be an admirable quality. Nonetheless, brace yourself. You are about to be rewarded." He laughed. "And you are powerless to prevent it."

I grinned at him. "Very well, I'll prepare myself."

"One more thing."

"All right."

"While I can't offer you a job at JTandR, I do have extensive business contacts in this community and the firm does occasionally take over a company so that we can run it ourselves. If you'll allow me to do it, I'm quite certain that I could find a good opportunity for you."

Next to me Kelly said, "Timmy, Martin is making you a very kind offer. Please consider it."

Of course Kelly was right. I smiled at Mr. Jackson and said, "Thank you sir, I would be very eager to look at any opportunities you might find for me."

He smiled. "We'll keep in touch. Now if the two of you will excuse me, there are matters that require my attention." He turned.

As he walked towards the door I said, "Mr. Jackson, did Kelly ever finish giving you your blow job?"

Kelly's head snapped around. "Timmy!"

Mr. Jackson spun around and glared at me. He automatically assumed that I was challenging him.

I wasn't

After a moment he said, "Of course not. Once we realized that you'd left my office we were both much too concerned about your welfare to be interested in sex." There was an edge to his voice.

Next to me Kelly shook her head and said, "Timmy what are you doing?"

I had to think quickly. This was taking an ugly turn. I smiled at both of them. "I'm sorry, my question wasn't meant to be offensive. I just thought that before you go back to work you and Kelly might like to finish what you started."

Mr. Jackson stared at me. There was a puzzled expression on his face. It was apparent that he needed further explanation.

"It's important to me." I looked at my wife. "It's also important to you."

"Why Timmy?"

"I'm afraid the problem this morning has left both of you feeling a little insecure about having sex when I'm around you." I smiled at Kelly. "I'm concerned that you're now going to be anxious anytime you're with another man and I'm around. I fear that you'll soon start trying to avoid those situations and only meet men when I'm not with you. I suspect that will make you feel guilty. At first you'll try to avoid casual dates with other men. We both know that won't work. You'll still have the men that you entertain as a hostess, but that won't be enough. You'll want to see Chris and Mr. Jackson and all those other incredibly handsome men that are out there. Remember Kelly, variety is your passion."

I patted her knee. "It will start very innocently. One evening you'll come home a little late and just forget to mention that you were on a date. It will be all right. What I don't know can't possibly hurt me. Once you start it will get easier and soon you'll be meeting men several times a week. Of course then it will become even more important that I don't find out about your dates, so the little white lies will start. Guilt will come with the lies. Anger and resentment will follow the guilt. Eventually detachment and indifference will be the only way you'll be able to cope with your self-reproach and shame."

I smiled at my wife. "Neither of us want that to happen. If we're going to avoid it, you have to be able to trust me. You have to feel confident that I can watch without becoming hurt or angry, while you totally focus all of your attention on another man's pleasure and ignore me. Yes Kelly you still do have to reassure me and work to rebuild my confidence in your love, but I now understand something very important."

"What's that Timmy?"

"You can't be preoccupied about doing it while your with another man. You have to be able to feel relaxed and uninhibited so that you can let go and enjoy yourself. I now realize that I also have a responsibility. I have to work to build your trust. If you're going to be willing to allow me to be around you while your with other men, you're going to have to feel confident that you won't have to worry about constantly reassuring me."

Kelly shook her head. "Timmy, this is getting so complicated."

"No it's not. In fact it's really quite easy. We just have to learn to trust each other.” I smiled at her. “If Mr. Jackson is willing I think we should start right now."

I looked at him. "Mr. Jackson, can you spare a few more minutes. I think we can make it worth your while."

Kelly giggled. "Timmy!"

Mr. Jackson smiled at my wife. "Kelly honey, I understand exactly what he's saying and I think he's right. If the two of you are ever going to make this cuckold hotwife lifestyle work, you are going to have to be able to relax and enjoy yourself when your with another man. If you can't, you may start sneaking around behind Timmy's back."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy, I promise you. I'll never do that."

I nodded. "That's probably true, but I think it would be both easier and safer if we remove the potential need. What do you say Kelly? I'm sure that after all the stress this morning both you and Mr. Jackson could use a little recreation."

"Listen to you Timmy, you're trying to talk me into sucking Mr. Jackson's cock."

I grinned at her. "Yes I am."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "He certainly is and if you ask me he's making a pretty convincing argument."

"Don't you want to do it?"

"Don't be silly Timmy, of course I want to do it. It's just that this morning was so difficult. I don't want to risk hurting you again."

"Kelly honey, that's exactly why we have to do it today. It's kind of like getting thrown off of a horse. You have to get right back on."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and I want you to deliberately ignore me."

"No Timmy."

"Yes Kelly, let yourself go. Forget about me."

"But I'll be too worried that you might run out of the room again,"

This stumped me. Kelly had raised a valid concern. It was going to be hard for her to relax and focus on Martin Jackson if she had to worry about me suddenly bolting from the room. And then I had an idea. It was a simple solution."

I turned to Mr. Jackson. "Would it be all right if Mandy joined us?"

Mr. Jackson stared at me. After a moment he smiled. He understood. "Yes Timmy, I think that's an excellent idea. I'll call Janet. She'll find Mandy and tell her to join us."

He walked over to Mandy's desk and picked up the telephone.

While he was talking I turned to Kelly. "Now you can relax. Mandy won't let me run out of the room."

"Okay."

We waited. All three of us were just a little bit nervous. After about a minute there was a knock on the door.

Mr. Jackson said, "Come in."

The door opened and Mandy timidly entered her office.

You are a very gifted writer GH. The exchange between Martin and Timmy was some of your best ever IMHO. Thank you for your continued hard work on this story.

TrF2

GH, I loved the interaction as Timmy, Kelly, and Martin began to better understand the nature of the relationship and how they would need to treat each other - especially the way that Timmy more or less took over and laid out the facts for them. Very well done.
asehpe is right - it would be a better world if more people could be as intelligent, empathetic, and understanding as the characters in your tales!

Trf2

Thank you, that's a very nice thing to say.

Now here is the key question. Are the golf courses opening in your area. They are opening here. Life is good.

Storm

My feeling is that if you're going to write fantasies, you might as well write them about people you'd like to know.

Both of you, thank you for your kind comments

GH