Courtesan

I found a large streak of Gary's semen and licked it up.

Mandy giggled. "That's right dicklet, show me exactly what a pathetic little wimp you really are."

I looked up at her.

She nodded. "You heard me. I called you a pathetic little cuckold wimp. Are you going to start crying pussyboy?"

I understood exactly what she was doing and I knew that it had to be done so I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

"What are you going to do?"

"Lick up the rest of Mr. Simon's cum."

Mandy patted my head like I was a little puppy dog. "That's a good boy."

I licked the rest of Gary's semen off of Mandy's breasts. It really wasn't that big a deal. The previous evening I'd licked up a large quantity of Chris's cum from both Kelly's pussy and the bed sheet between her legs. Semen has kind of a funky consistency, but it doesn't really have much taste. In my mind it's not all that different from eating raw oysters. Of course, you also have to consider the source. That's what makes it difficult.

As soon as I was finished I looked up at Mandy.

She looked down at her breasts and nodded approvingly. "That was very good pussyboy. Maybe you do have what it takes to become a proper slave."

Mandy patted my head. "Dicklet, obedient behavior is always rewarded. Would you like to cum?"

This had become an unbelievably exciting evening. Earlier in the day I'd bathed four incredibly beautiful naked women. Now they were all parading around the house topless. Our living room had become an arena of indiscriminate erotic foreplay. A few minutes earlier four beautiful women had taken turns sucking my cock. Since then all I'd been able to think about was Kelly's request to Mandy to finish my blow job as soon as she returned to the kitchen.

I grinned at Mandy. "Yes, I would like that very much."

"Take your shorts off and pull your panties down."

This was a direction that didn't have to be repeated. I quickly removed the pink shorts, folded them and placed them neatly on the kitchen counter. Once that was done I pulled down my panties. My little penis was sticking straight up.

Mandy stepped back and looked at my tiny erection. "My you do appear to be excited. Well what are you waiting for? Go ahead, jerk off."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "But I thought..."

"That I was going to suck your cock?" She laughed. "What would ever make you think that I'd be interested in putting a pathetic little thing like that in my mouth?"

I sighed and stared at the floor.

"Dicklet, are you about to start crying?"

I shook my head and quietly said, "No."

Mandy sat down at the kitchen table. In a very gentle voice she said, "Timmy, you're still my friend and I still like you very much. I have to do this. I think that both you and Kelly need me to do it."

She looked into my eyes. "You do want to be Kelly's slave don't you."

"Yes, very much."

"And I know that Kelly wants you to be her slave. Right now your love for each other is getting in the way. You're afraid of being hurt by Kelly and she's terrified of hurting you. I think the problems the two of you had during the past several months have made you both even more insecure. I am going to work with you so that you can get used to living with the humiliation, torment and neglect that can be part of a slave's life. I also want Kelly to be able to see that she can train you, discipline you and treat you like a piece of property without having to worry about hurting your feelings."

Mandy smiled at me. "We're going to start our first training session right now. It will end shortly after the dominants retire to their respective bedrooms to enjoy themselves. After your training session is over, I do plan to make love to you. That includes sucking your cock and letting you fuck me." She grinned. "In fact I hope that you're going to fuck my ass tonight. I think your little cock will feel very nice back there."

She took a deep breath. "But before I'm willing to do any of those things, you're going to have to start learning to be a proper slave and that includes understanding your place and knowing how to behave."

She stared at me. After a moment she asked, "Are you ready to start?"

I very nervously answered, "Yes."

"Okay, let's begin our first lesson by reviewing a simple fact. It is very common for male slaves to be denied the pleasures that real men take for granted. Of course that includes blow jobs and intercourse, but for many slaves it also includes all forms of sexual release except occasional prostate milking. You do understand what prostate milking is don't you."

I whispered, "Yes." The concept was both exciting and scary.

"Many male slaves spend the bulk of their lives with their penises locked in chastity cages. I gather that you've spent a significant amount of time looking at web sites featuring dominant women and submissive men, so I assume that you already know all this."

"Yes I've read about it." I was trying my best to adopt a very humble and obedient manner. Pleasing Mandy had suddenly become very important to me.

"So when I invite you to masturbate, you really don't have any reason to look askance at me do you."

I slowly shook my head. "No Mandy I don't."

Mandy was silent for a moment. She seemed to be thinking. Finally she said, "I think that during our training sessions you should refer to me as Mistress Mandy."

I nodded and then in my most submissive tone of voice said, "Yes Mistress Mandy."

Very, very nice, gh. Although i haven't commented recently, i've been following your story faithfully. It's amazing that every time i read a new segment, i feel like i'm catching up with a group of old friends. Superb work, my friend. priss

Well, GH. This is like old times, me trying to get a response in and finding that prissy has beaten me to it ...

I was just just wondering idly just how many of us here would willingly become slaves if only we had a Mandy and a Kelly to guide us. It's a serious question though. I'm sure some, in real life, would react in horror to any such suggestion, whilst others would say they would prostate themselves to Cruella de Ville (but probably wouldn't). The question really is just what would it take, for us to make the sacrifices in Timmy's lifestyle worthwhile.

I think you are close here to a (cuckold) mainstream acceptance. It's part of what makes the story (and Timmy's life) so attractive.

GH, I started to write a comment, but I can't find the proper way to express myself, so I'll just keep it brief. I liked the old relationship between Timmy and Mandy- this new one doesn't feel comfortable, but again, that's just me. That being said, you know I love your writing and this story and I will continue to look forward to each and every new segment. Just my .02 worth.

TrF2

Hey priss, I'm always glad to hear from you. Thanks for the continued support.

Peak

Thanks, as always you have a pretty good insight into what I'm trying to do.

TrF2

Bear with me for a little while, I think you'll find that things really haven't changed all that much.

Gentlemen thank you again for your comments

GH

Mandy smiled at my easy acceptance of her new title and then she said, "Now that we have all of that settled, it's time for you to begin." She leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms. Her thighs were slightly parted. I could just make out the cleft of her naked pussy.

I hesitated. I was a little confused about what I was supposed to be doing.

My failure to immediately respond caused Mandy to frown. In a voice dripping with annoyance she said, "Dicklet, I do not intend to spend the entire evening sitting here waiting while you dilly dally. Either start jerking your little pee pee or pull up your panties and get back to work on tonight's dinner."

I shook my head. The events of the last hour had me so befuddled that I was acting like a total oaf. Mandy's offer to allow me to masturbate had started this discussion. I should have immediately realized that was what she now wanted me to do.

I nervously stammered, "I'm sorry Mistress Mandy, I'm a little nervous right now."

"That's all right dicklet, I understand. She smiled. "Actually, being a little nervous while you're talking to a superior can be good. They often interpret it as a sign of respect."

Her voice became soft and gentle. "If you would like to cum, this is your opportunity, but you need to begin now. A slave should never try his mistress's patience when she's bestowing a favor."

I nodded and quietly said; "Yes Mistress Mandy, I understand."

This interchange with Mandy had been very exciting for me. I felt like I was actually becoming a slave. I grasped my penis with my fingers. It was already semierect and it rose to a full erection as soon as I touched it.

Mandy noticed what had happened and smiled. "You like being a slave, don't you dicklet."

"Yes Mistress Mandy, I do."

"It excites you."

"Yes."

"Show me how much it excites you. Masturbate for me."

My entire body was tingling with excitement as I started stroking my erect penis.

Mandy smiled. "That's a good little boy."

Those mildly demeaning words titillated me. I pumped my cock even faster.

Suddenly Mandy started to laugh. It was a cruel demeaning laugh. "Look at you. You are a pathetic wimp. You're standing here wearing a pair of lace panties jerking off for me while your wife is in the next room sucking another man's cock."

I stopped jerking myself and looked at Mandy. "You said that she already made Gary cum."

"She did, now she's sucking Chris's cock."

"But Tonya and Keisha were supposed to give Chris his blow job."

"And they did."

"I don't understand."

Mandy smirked. "Dicklet, it's really quite simple. After Gary was done ejaculating on my tits he announced to the room that Kelly had just given him the best blow job of his entire life."

She looked at me. "You do understand that your wife is a blow job queen."

I grinned at Mandy. I answered with a feeling of genuine pride. "Yes I do know that."

She took a moment to chuckle at the exuberance of my response and then she continued. "Keisha is very competitive and she took Gary's compliment to your wife as a challenge. She stood up and in that saucy tone of voice that she likes to use, she told Gary that he aint seen nothin yet and as soon as she got him back she planned to suck his great big dick right down her throat."

Mandy shook her head. "Antoine started laughing and told everyone that this sounded like a challenge. Tonya began clapping her hands and chanting, blow job contest! blow job contest!"

Mandy laughed. "Timmy your wife is every bit as competitive as Keisha."

I nodded. "Yes she is."

"She stood up, as she walked over to Chris she told Keisha that she could get Chris hard and make him cum before dinner was served. She challenged Keisha to try to do the same thing to Gary. If they both succeeded it would be a draw, if they both failed it would also be a draw."

"What if only one of them succeeds?"

"Then she's the winner."

"What does the winner get?"

"Antoine came up with the prize. The loser has to lick the winner's pussy while everyone else watches."

I chuckled. "I don't think that will be much of a problem for either one of them."

Mandy nodded. "You're right, and that makes it a very friendly contest."

Suddenly Mandy looked at me and frowned. "Dicklet, you stopped jerking your cock. Get going."

"I'm sorry Mistress Mandy. I got distracted for a moment. Please forgive me."

As I started stroking my penis again Mandy smiled approvingly and said, "Dicklet that was very good. You're learning how to be properly contrite."

"Thank you, I'm trying very hard to learn how to behave."

"I can tell. Now I want you to do something for me."

"Certainly, what is it?"

"I want you to close your eyes and listen to me very carefully. Will you do that for me?"

I nodded. "Of course I will, I'll do anything you ask."

"Good boy, now close your eyes."

As soon as my eyes were closed Mandy said, "Dicklet, your wife is in the living room with her boyfriend. He's sitting on the couch. His pants and boxer shorts are down around his ankles. Kelly is next to him. She's on her knees on the couch. Her naked breasts are pressed against his thigh. The hem of her skirt is up around her waist. Chris is gently massaging her naked rear."

I slowly stroked my cock while I listened to Mandy. The picture she was creating in my mind was very exciting.

"Your wife is holding her lover's very large penis in her left hand. If you look you can see her wedding and engagement rings. Chris is already erect again. His cock is in her mouth. Your wife is sucking him. Dicklet you know how good she is at giving head."

I whispered, "Yes I do."

"Think about the incredible pleasure that Chris must be experiencing at this very moment. I want you to try to imagine the sweet sensations he's feeling as your wife strokes and sucks his great big beautiful penis."

I bit my lip and took a deep breath.

"You know exactly what he's experiencing, don't you."

"Yes."

"Do you envy him right now?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?"

"What are you doing right now?"

I suddenly realized where this was going. I quietly answered, "Jacking off."

"While your wife is in the next room sucking another man's cock."

I whispered, "Yes."

I felt my excitement beginning to grow. I knew that I was supposed to be ashamed. Society had taught me that only a wimp, a pathetic wimp, would stand in the kitchen and masturbate while his wife was in the next room giving head to another man. But I was not ashamed. I was aroused. I was incredibly aroused. I couldn't explain it. I knew it was related to my masochism, but I didn't care. I realized that the why really didn't matter to me. It just was and that was all that did matter.

Oddly I was also happy for Kelly. I clearly understood exactly how much pleasure she was getting from sucking Chris's great big dick. I loved my wife. I knew that I always wanted her to be able to enjoy that pleasure.

"Open your eyes dicklet."

Mandy was still sitting on the kitchen chair. Her legs were spread. She stared into my eyes while she lasciviously played with herself.

I continued stroking my penis while I watched.

After a moment she stopped and stood up. She walked over to me and grabbed my nipple. I was still masturbating.

While she toyed with my nipple she licked my cheek and whispered, "What kind of a man masturbates in the kitchen while his wife gives another man a blow job in the living room?"

I excitedly whispered, "A wimp, a pathetic wimp."

"Are you a pathetic wimp?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Say it!" She twisted my nipple. At the same time she reached down with her other hand and placed it on top of the hand I was using to pump my cock. She repeated herself. "Say it!"

I was unbelievably aroused. I felt the familiar warmth building in my loins. I whispered, "I'm going to cum."

Mandy twisted my nipple again. This time she was vicious.

I gasped from the pain.

"Say it!"

I cried out, "I'm a pathetic wimp!" And then I started to ejaculate.

As Mandy caught my semen in her finger tips she quietly said, "And I'm a dirty slut whore."

Mandy released my nipple, put her arm around my neck and pulled my face to hers. Our lips met. We kissed. It was a long, slow, very tender kiss.

As soon as I was finished ejaculating Mandy stepped back and brought the semen coated fingertips of her other hand to her lips and stared into my eyes while she licked them clean. Once that was done she grinned at me and said, "Our first training session is over."

I looked at her. "But I thought we were going to continue until our superiors retired to their respective bedrooms."

She shrugged. "I wasn't certain about how much time I'd need." She grinned at me. "You turned out to be a very good student."

I stared at Mandy. "Thank you, I think the session helped me."

She patted my naked rear. "We'll need a few more sessions, but right now it's time for you to pull up your panties and put your shorts back on. We can talk while we finish the salads."

I dressed quickly. At the same time Mandy found her panties and put them back on.

We went to work on the salads. While we were working Mandy said, "Timmy do you understand why I put you through that?"

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Kind of."

She smiled at me. "Can I explain?"

"Yes, of course."

"It's a little complicated."

"I'll listen."

"You've had kind of a hard day."

"Yes I guess you could say that, but it's also been a fun day."

"Yes it has, but at times it's also been traumatic."

"You're talking about my outbursts."

"Yes I am. Timmy, learning to be good slave is difficult. It requires a skilled and patient teacher. A teacher who can balance your sense of well being with the need to push your limits and challenge you. I was lucky. I had Caldwell Brunner. Caldwell was an experienced dominant. He taught me and he did an excellent job. Kelly wants you to be her slave, but she's not an experienced dominant. She doesn't have any idea about how to go about training you. Tonya has a little more experience, but not very much."

Mandy took my hand. "Timmy, I'm so excited about living with all of you in the house. I want this to happen so very badly. I also want to spend the rest of my life living as a slave with you."

She stopped and shook her head. "Please don't misunderstand me. I'm not trying to steal you away from Kelly. I understand that you love her and I know that will never change. I don't want it to change. I love Martin. I'll always love Martin. He will always be the most important man in my life, just like Kelly will always be the most important woman in your life."

She sighed, "The problem for both of us is that, for the rest of our lives, we're going to have to share them. Your wife will always have her lovers and Martin will always have his business. That will leave both of us with a void. If we allow it to happen, it's a void that could fill with loneliness, despair and regret."

She smiled at me. "Instead we could choose to fill that void with each other. Timmy honey, for both of us life as a slave is exciting and very fulfilling. We're submissives. In our minds, there is nothing more wonderful than totally surrendering ourselves to the task of fulfilling the needs and desires of our master or our mistress."

I nodded in agreement.

"Babydoll, unfortunately you're also learning the other side of the lifestyle. At times it can be a very lonely and trying existence. Right now the woman you love is in the arms of another man. I understand that it excites you, but we both also know that it creates pain and self doubt. We need each other at those times."

I stared at Mandy. I knew that she was right. I started to say something, but she put up her hand and stopped me. "Just a moment Timmy, let me finish."

"All right."

"Right now your wife and you are going through a very difficult transition. Kelly's trying to establish her dominance and her independence. That process is causing you to doubt both your own worth as a man and her love for you."

Mandy paused to think. After a moment she continued. "This transition is being complicated by the after effects of the trauma your marriage just suffered. Timmy a week ago you were thinking about divorcing Kelly. That has to have left both of you with feelings of doubt and insecurity."

I sighed. I knew that everything she was saying was right.

"Timmy I care very deeply about both Kelly and you. Kelly, Tonya and Keisha are my closest friends. They're the best friends I've ever had. You are quickly becoming another very close friend. I do want to help Kelly and you because I like you, but I have to admit that my motives aren't completely altruistic. If your marriage collapses, my dreams disintegrate with it."

She shook her head. "Timmy when my father left my mother my family fell apart. I was left alone, totally alone. Caldwell gave me a home, but it was only temporary. When Martin took me in I found the beginnings of a new family. Now I could end up living in a house with Kelly, Keisha, Tonya, Antoine and you. For the first time in years I would have a real family.”

Mandy grinned at me. “But it wouldn't just be any old family, it would be the perfect family. It would be a family where I could be free to live the lifestyle I want to live."

She stared into my eyes. "Do you have any idea how much that means to me. Timmy I desperately want to spend the rest of my life in that house living as Kelly, Keisha, Tonya and Antoine's slave and babydoll I want to do that with you."

She took a deep breath. Her voice was filled with conviction as she said, "I will do anything I possibly can to make that dream come true. That includes occasionally becoming a dominant so that I can train you to be a proper slave for Kelly."

Oh man. I think I'll have a cigarette. And I don't even smoke. This is smokin'! Great work.

GH, thanks again for another fine posting!

Herz4fun

Thanks I'm glad you enjoyed that section. I appreciate your taking a moment to let me know.

GH

cuckold4one

As always, I appreciate your ongoing support.

GH

For the next few minutes Mandy and I worked together in silence. It wasn't because there was a problem between us, there wasn't. Actually it was the opposite. The last half hour had been the culmination of a series of events that day that had built a strong emotional bond between us. At that moment we were very comfortable with each other. We didn't need to talk.

As soon as the salads were completed we went into the dining room and prepared the table. Once everything was ready Mandy and I both walked into the living room to announce that dinner was served.

The scene I encountered when we entered the living room caused pangs of jealousy to tear at my gut. My wife was sitting on the couch next to her boyfriend. She was cuddled up to him with her legs curled underneath her. Her dress was still pulled down to her waist leaving her large breasts fully exposed. Chris had his arm around her shoulder. He was holding her next to him. Kelly's face was pressed against his chest. He was gently stroking her long blond hair while they listened to Antoine and Gary talk about their days playing college basketball in Louisiana.

Chris's trousers and boxer shorts were bunched up in a pile around his ankles. His large cock lay flaccid along his thigh.

Keisha was on the sofa cuddled up to Gary. Tonya was sitting on Antoine's lap in the big chair. Both of the men's pants were also around their ankles, their cocks were also both now limp.

It was obvious that our timing for dinner had been perfect. It was also apparent that the blow job contest had been a draw.

As soon as she saw me Kelly sat up straight and moved away from Chris. It was almost like she was a teenage girl whose father had just walked into the living room and caught her making out with her boyfriend.

This caused my pangs of jealousy to disappear, but they were replaced by feelings of guilt. Mandy had been correct. My earlier outbursts and tantrums were causing my wife to temper the way she interacted with Chris while I was present. I realized that I had to find a way to undue that damage. I had to make it possible for my wife to relax and enjoy her boyfriend while I was in the room with them. If I couldn't accomplish that I feared that Kelly would eventually be forced to exclude me from this part of her life.

Mandy recognized what had just happened and nudged me. I looked at her. She gave me a knowing nod. I nodded back. Nothing had to be said.

I quickly decided that my best immediate course of action was to adopt the most submissive demeanor possible. I hoped that might arouse my wife's dominant temperament and prompt her to openly focus all of her attention on Chris as a means of expressing the power and rights she held over me as a superior. I also wanted to give her an immediate message that I wasn't upset about what she was doing with Chris when I entered the room.

I walked over to Kelly and Chris. When I was two paces in front of them I made a big show of bowing politely and in my most submissive tone of voice said, "Ms. Mason, I apologize for interrupting you and Mr. Kendricks, but I thought you would want to know that the dinner is ready. You can bring your guests to the table at your convenience."

Kelly studied me for a moment. Finally she said, "Thank you dicklet, we'll be there shortly."

I bowed again and said, "Very good Madam, Nymph and I will wait for you in the dining room so that you can be alone with your guests."

I took two steps backward. As I started to turn so that I could leave Kelly called to me. "Dicklet."

I stopped and faced her. "Yes Ms. Mason."

"That was very well done."

"Thank you Ms. Mason. Nymph has been coaching me."

Kelly looked at Mandy. "Nymph is that true?"

Mandy approached my wife and kneeled at her feet. "Yes Ms. Mason, I hope that I haven't overstepped my bounds. Because of my previous experiences I thought that I might be able to help teach dicklet how to be a proper slave."

Kelly looked at both of us and then she asked, "Dicklet, are you finding her assistance helpful?"

I nodded. "Yes Ms. Mason, very much." And then I had an inspiration. I quickly added, "She's teaching me how to be a good servant for you and Mr. Kendricks."

This caused Kelly to stare at me. After a moment she asked, "Is that really what you would like?"

I looked into my wife's eyes and answered in a resolute tone of voice. "Yes Ms. Mason, it is."

Kelly continued staring at me for several more seconds, finally she said, "Thank you dicklet, thank you very much."

Mandy stood up, took two steps backward and then turned and hurried over to me. She grabbed my hand and said, "Come on dicklet, we have work to do."

As soon as we were back in the kitchen she smiled at me and said, "Timmy that was very well done. I'm proud of you. True submissives always put their master or mistresses pleasure ahead of their own."

I shrugged. "I'm learning and I'm trying, but it is a battle. There are a lot of years of conditioning to overcome."

Mandy patted my cheek. "It's tough being a boy."

I smiled at her. I remembered my recent conversations with Kelly about the influence and expectations of her mother and her sisters. "Girls have their problems too."

Mandy looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Weren't you raised to be a nice girl?"

She laughed. "Yes I certainly was."

"Didn't you have trouble overcoming that conditioning? It's definitely been a struggle for Kelly."

She thought for a moment and then she said, "I understand exactly what you're talking about, but my situation was a little different. The family crisis between my father and my mother spurred me to overcome that issue almost immediately. I made a very quick transition from a sweet, well behaved high school girl to a Las Vegas stripper and escort."

I kissed her cheek. "I think you're still sweet and well behaved."

Mandy giggled. "Yes, but now I'm a sweet, well behaved slut."

Suddenly the kitchen door opened and my wife walked into the room. Mandy and I both turned and looked at her.

She ran over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. Then she stepped back and said, "Timmy I love you so much."

I chuckled, "I love you too Kelly, but what brought this on? Why aren't you with Chris?'

"I had to come and see you. I need to thank you for what you just said in the living room. It made me feel so much better."

I smiled at her. "I am sorry that I created such a fuss today."

Kelly shook her head. "It's okay Timmy. This is all very confusing. when I'm with Chris I want to let go and really be with him, but I'm so worried about hurting you. Babydoll, I love you so much. When you came into the living room a few minutes ago and saw me cuddled up to Chris I felt awful. I mean, you're my husband. You're the most wonderful man in the entire world. I should never want to snuggle like that with anyone but you."

I kissed Kelly's cheek. "We certainly are a pair aren't we."

She nodded.

I held her hand. "This seems to be a major hurdle for us, but we are going to get over it and I think we should follow our original plan and work on it tonight."

I looked into her eyes. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, of course I do. More than anything or anyone in the entire world."

"I know and I love you that much too. Now we have to trust in that love. Let me ask you a question."

"All right."

"Did you enjoy snuggling with Chris?"

Kelly looked at the floor and quietly answered, "Yes."

"Did it in any way diminish your love for me?"

She looked up at me and vehemently shook her head. "No not at all, never."

"Okay then, doing it couldn't have possibly been wrong and seeing you do it shouldn't make me feel bad." I laughed. "Besides, I'm a masochist. Maybe it's good if it makes me feel bad."

I grinned at Kelly. "Would you like to hear what happened when Mandy came back to the kitchen after helping you suck Gary's cock?"

"I assume she gave you a nice blow job."

I shook my head. "Nope."

Kelly turned to Mandy. She smiled at her and also shook her head.

My wife looked at both of us with a puzzled expression. "Why not?"

I smiled at Kelly. "Because I'm a slave and I hadn't been behaving well enough to deserve a wonderful reward like a blow job."

Kelly stared at us. "Really? But I thought..."

Mandy shook her head. "Kelly, Timmy can't be allowed to whine and carry on like he did earlier. If a slave acted like that at Caldwell Brunner's house he'd be strung up and given a dozen firm strokes with a horse whip."

Kelly grimaced. "I'm not sure I'm ready to do that to Timmy."

"Do you want him to be your slave?"

"Yes."

"Then he has to learn how to behave like a slave."

Kelly sighed. "I guess that does make sense."

She thought for a moment and then she took a deep breath. "We still have to go slow. This is all turning out to be much more difficult for Timmy and me than either of us ever thought it would be. Mandy honey, I used to date lots of guys while we were in college, but Timmy was never around when I was with those guys. Last night, when Chris was here, was the first time he ever saw me in a romantic situation with another man. I never thought about what I was doing when I was with other guys. I love Timmy so much that I could never imagine that there was anything I could do that could possibly make him jealous. In my mind there could never be any reason for him to be jealous. My love for him is absolute."

She shrugged. "Of course that's all in my mind, not Timmy's. Last night when Chris was here Timmy made me realize that many of the things I've always done with other men are things most women reserve exclusively for the man they love. I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about the little things like cuddling and the way a woman might look at a man or talk to a man."

Kelly threw her arms up in frustration. "When I'm with a man, I like being romantic. It's part of the fun for me.” She shook her head. "But I also want Timmy to be able to be around me when I'm with other guys. I just don't want to hurt him."

She looked at me. "Babydoll, what are we going to do?"

I picked up Kelly's hand and squeezed it. "We're going to be patient with each other. This is a hurdle we can get over. I'm going to make a promise to you right now and then you're going to make a promise to me. Would that be all right?"

"Okay."

"I promise you that now matter what I see you do tonight, I will remember that it doesn't have anything to do with how much you love me."

"It won't!"

I nodded my head. "I know. I also promise that if I see you doing something that makes me feel bad or if someone says something that hurts my feelings, I'll talk to Mandy about it. Remember, that was the original plan for tonight."

"I know, and this afternoon it seemed so simple. What do I have to promise you?"

"To stop worrying about me and enjoy your evening with Chris."

Kelly laughed "That's easier said than done."

"I know, so is mine, but we can do it."

"I'll try." My wife looked at Mandy. "You also have to make a promise."

"Okay, what is it?"

"I know that you take pride in being a very good slave and I understand that you have high expectations for Timmy. I appreciate that. I suspect that someday I'll even be grateful for it. Right now however, he needs a little time to adapt to all of these changes in our life." Kelly smiled. "So do I. Please promise me that you'll be patient with our babydoll."

Mandy grinned at Kelly. "I promise."

"Thank you." Kelly turned to me. "So what did happen when Mandy got back to the kitchen?"

I smiled at my wife. "She made me masturbate for her while she gave me a detailed description of what you were doing with Chris in the living room."

"You mean while I was sucking his cock?"

"That's right?"

My wife stared at Mandy. "You didn't?"

"I did."

Kelly looked at me with a curious expression. "Didn't that make you feel bad?"

"No, in fact I enjoyed it." I chuckled. "At first I was a little nervous, but it turned out to be pretty hot."

"Really?"

Mandy laughed. "Well he certainly did cum quickly."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "That's nothing new."

"Hey, be nice!" I was laughing.

My wife covered her mouth with her hand in mock dismay and said, "Opps! Sorry, that just popped out."

I shook my head. "No, it was perfect. That's exactly what has to happen. We have to stop worrying about hurting each other's feelings and start having fun."

Kelly got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I just had a very naughty thought. We can't do it tonight. You're right, tonight I have to go back and focus all of my attention on Chris, but we're going do it the next time he comes over."

"What's that?"

"I'm going to make you masturbate while you watch him fuck me."

GH, I don't know how much this is squeezing your brain cells at the moment but it reads like you are really having fun with these players at the moment. It just bubbles off the page. Every post is a real treat. Thanks.

Peak

Thank you, your perception is correct. I really am enjoying this right now. I do however have to admit that it is a struggle. You cannot imagine how many paragraphs I have written in the past week and then deleted.

I'm okay, as long as you're willing to be patient.

GH

That made all three of us laugh.

Mandy asked, "Could I be there and watch too?"

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know. If they find out that I'm letting you watch, then keish and Tonnie are also going to want to be there."

Mandy grinned at her. "Don't tell them."

My wife laughed. "Mandy honey, they're our best friends. Even if we wanted to, neither of us are capable of keeping a secret from them."

Mandy shrugged. "Okay, you're right. How does Chris feel about putting on a sex show?"

"Maybe you should ask Timmy too."

"No he's a slave. He doesn't have any choice."

Kelly giggled. "You really would make a nasty dom."

Mandy slowly nodded her head. "Yes I would. It's because I truly understand what motivates a sub."

"And you want to train Timmy for me?"

"Let's just say I'm willing to do it."

I noticed a subtle shift in the tone of the conversation. It was becoming a bit more serious. It made me nervous. I smiled at both of them. "Maybe we should talk about this tomorrow."

Kelly looked at me with a mischievous grin. "Are you getting worried slaveboy?"

"Frankly yes!"

Mandy laughed. "Don't worry Timmy, I believe in being judicious with the whip."

I shook my head. "I'm not at all certain that the words Timmy and whip belong in the same sentence."

Kelly put her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Right now part of me wishes that the three of us could spend the rest of the night sitting at the kitchen table drinking wine and joking with each other." She stepped back and smiled at me. "But we have company and they're very good friends. One of them also happens to be an incredibly hot guy who is planning to fuck me silly tonight."

I patted my wife's butt, "You'd better get back to your guests. I'm guessing that they're starting to get very hungry and we have a wonderful dinner prepared for them."

Kelly held my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. "Babydoll are you going to be okay?"

I nodded. "Yes, in fact I'm eagerly looking forward to the rest of the evening."

Kelly took a deep breath. "So am I." And then she smiled at us and said, "I'll go get everyone and bring them to the table."

Mandy nodded. "We'll pour wine and ice water and then we'll serve the salads."

My wife looked at me and mouthed the words, "I love you."

As she turned and walked out of the kitchen I whispered, "I love you too Kelly."

Hi Gh, just caught up, and what a treat it was. Peak is right, the story just sparkles. I don't think I've yet read all of your stories, but I've read several. This is my favorite.
Here I am, alone in a lonely and dumpy apartment temporarily, but I can immerse myself in your story and feel for a little while like I'm with a group of friends. Thank you.

Wow, GH and Stormy, my two favorite writers. It's like old home week. Stormy, I had hoped that things were better for you, I don't like the sound of your living conditions. Here's hoping that it gets better for you soon.

GH, your story is masterful as always. You're right, I'm getting more comfortable with this new side of Mandy's, let's see where you go with it.

As always, love the story, thanks for your continued efforts in bringing it to us.

TrF2

Storm

It's good to hear from you. I hope your life isn't too difficult.

Trf2

As always, thanks for the kind comment and support.

GH

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."

Mandy filled the pitcher with ice cubes and water while I took out a corkscrew and opened two bottles of the zinfandel. As soon as we were ready we went 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.

I started to smile. 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.

I started pouring the wine. While I was filling Tonya's glass Mandy appeared out of the kitchen carrying a tray covered with bowls of Caesar salad. She set the tray on the sideboard and quickly distributed the bowls of salad. As soon as she was done she grabbed the empty tray from the side board and walked 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.

She grinned at me and said, "Timmy, that was beautiful."

I grinned back at her and started to say, "Thank..."

Mandy held up her hand and 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 walked out the door. I grabbed the baskets of baguette and plates of butter and 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. I always sought her out first when I entered a room and I knew she was present.

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.

I winked at her.

She continued staring at me, but I could see that she was confused.

I winked again.

She started to smile. She was beginning to understand.

I wiggled my eyebrows

She giggled.

Chris looked at her then he turned and looked at me.

I winked again.

For a second or two he was clearly puzzled, then I saw the expression of understanding slowly creep across his face. He nodded to me and turned to my wife. Now they were both smiling.

Kelly winked back at me. I smiled at her.

She picked up Chris's hand and gave it a firm squeeze.

I nodded in approval.

Kelly and Chris both grinned at me.

I wiggled my eyebrows at them.

My wife started giggling. She leaned over and gave her boyfriend a wet sloppy kiss on the lips. She made sure that I could see that she was using her tongue.

As soon as they broke apart Kelly looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows. Then she stuck out her tongue.

I rolled my eyes, but I also took it as a challenge. I now believed that the answer to our insecurity was to start having fun.

I glanced around the table. Mandy was grinding pepper onto everyone's salads. All of them had their attention focused on her. Nobody was watching us.

I walked down to the end of the table where Antoine was seated and set one of the baskets of baguette and a plate of butter in front of him. Then I moved to the other end of the table and set the other basket of bread and plate of butter in front of Kelly.

As soon as that was done I whispered into my wife's ear. "If you really want to taunt me why don't you do something for Chris that you'll never do for me."

She looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I grinned at her and quietly said, "Slip under the table and give him a blow job while he's eating his salad."

Kelly laughed and then she whispered, "He's already had two blow jobs tonight."

I shrugged. "Who's counting?"

She shook her head. "Timmy, this is silly. We're having dinner."

I looked into my wife's eyes and said, "Cluck, cluck, cluck."

She stared at me. "Timmy is that a challenge?"

I slowly nodded.

Next to us Chris chuckled. "You two are totally out of control."

I smiled at Chris and whispered. "That may be true, but I think part of our problem is that we've been much too serious about all of this. We need to start having some fun."

Chris thought for a moment and then he shook his head and quietly said, "Timmy my friend, it's very easy to see why Kelly is so deeply in love with you. You're a very smart man."

He paused for a moment and then he whispered to my wife. "Kel, I just unzipped my pants."

Kelly laughed. "Who's side are you on?"

"Yours and Timmy's"

Kelly sighed. After a moment she looked at me. There was a huge grin on her face. "Dicklet, I want you to know that we have just begun to play."

And then she slipped under the table.

Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink. GH has written another great section. This really is your finest work my friend ..

Peak

Thanks for the kind comment. I'm having a lot of fun with this story right now.

GH

"Chris, what the fuck is Kelly doing under the table?" It was Keisha. She was shaking her head.

Everyone turned and looked at Chris. At that moment Mandy was grinding fresh pepper on to his salad. She had a smirk on her face. From her position she could see exactly what my wife was doing.

Chris watched Mandy grind pepper for a second and then he smiled at her. "Thank you nymph, that's perfect."

After Mandy stepped away he looked at Keisha with a deadpan expression and said, "I'm not sure Keish. I think she might be tying her shoes."

"Tying her shoes? She's wearing high heeled pumps. They don't have any mother fucking laces."

Chris took a bite of salad. After he swallowed it he shrugged and said, "Really? I guess I must have been mistaken."

I was becoming very impressed with Chris's ability to control himself. My wife was extremely skilled at giving head. If she'd been under the table sucking my cock I doubt that I would have been able to remain so calm and collected. I smiled to myself. That was probably one of the reasons Kelly found Chris to be such a good sex partner.

Keisha rolled her eyes and then she leaned down and looked under the table. When she came back up she shook her head again. "She's sucking your mother fucking dick!"

Chris took another bite of his salad. After he carefully chewed and swallowed it he looked down at his crotch. A moment passed then he looked up again and said, "Yes keish, I do believe you're correct."

I looked around the table. Tonya and Antoine were doing everything they could to keep from bursting out in laughter. Gary was staring in amazement.

Mandy was watching me with a huge grin on her face. She knew exactly what was happening.

Keisha looked like she was ready to burst.

Chris smiled at Keisha and said, "So Keish, do you think the Packer's are going to beat the Eagles on Sunday?"

Keisha threw her arms up in frustration. "Who gives a shit! Kelly's under the table sucking your fucking dick and you're asking me about football?"

Chris shrugged. "I'm sorry Keish, I thought you were a football fan."

As I watched I continued to marvel at Chris's composure. I did not for even one moment believe that I would be capable of carrying on a coherent conversation while Kelly was sucking my cock.

Suddenly my wife reemerged from under the table with a huge smile on her face. Right away I noticed that her lipstick was smeared. I chuckled. She often told me that nothing messes up a girl's lipstick faster than giving a sloppy blowjob.

Kelly grinned at me and then she stuck out her tongue and said, Na na na, na na na. No more cluck, cluck cluck dicklet."

She winked. "And that is something I will never ever do for you cuckboy."

Keisha looked at Kelly and me with an astonished expression. "What! Was that some kind of a dare or challenge?"

Kelly smiled at her. "It certainly was. Timmy dared me to do it."

Gary was taking a drink of ice water. Kelly's comment startled him so much that he suddenly gasped and spit his mouthful of water all over his plate. After taking a moment to pull himself together he looked at Kelly and said, "What? Your husband asked you to get under the dining room table and give another man a blowjob?"

Everyone was chuckling. Mandy ran over and started wiping his face with a napkin.

While she was doing that Kelly shook her head and said, "No he dared me to do it. There's a difference."

At the foot of the table Antoine said, "I have to admit that I was very impressed with Chris's control." He nodded to him. "I take my hat off to you my friend. I've experienced a number of Kelly's blow jobs. In my opinion, very few men could maintain their composure that well while getting one."

Keisha rolled her eyes. "Toine, give me a break! You're making a mountain out of a molehill. All Chris did was ask me a question about the Packer Eagle game."

Antoine shook his head. "Sorry Keish, but I beg to differ. Chris maintained a very calm demeanor during the entire time he was talking to you." He smiled at her. "I'm not sure I could have done it and I don't think you could either."

Keisha laughed. "Keep my cool while I'm getting a blow job? Sorry Toine, it's not an issue for me. I don't have a dick. I can't get a blow job."

Tonya giggled. "But you can certainly get head. Keish you love having your pussy licked."

Antoine nodded. "Yes you do and I don't believe you can carry on a calm collected conversation while someone is doing it to you."

Keisha shook her head. "This is silly. Of course I can."

Kelly smiled at her and quietly said, "Show us."

Keisha looked at my wife with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean?"

"Carry on a conversation with us while you're getting head. Timmy gives wonderful oral. He can get under the table and lick your pussy right now."

"Why don't you do it?"

My wife grinned at Keisha. "Because I know I can't. The minute Timmy's tongue touches my cunt I lose all of my composure."

Tonya nodded. "That's the truth. He's only done me one time, but I know that the moment he sucks my clit into his mouth and starts flicking it with his tongue it's all over for me."

Keisha looked at both women with an incredulous expression. "Oh come on now, you two are pros. You can't tell me that all it takes to get your undies twisted is a little pussy licking."

Kelly laughed. "Nothing twists my undies faster than Timmy's tongue."

Tonya giggled. "There's only been one time, but I do have to say that it was definitely an undie twisting experience."

Keisha shrugged. "Okay, I admit he's good, but give me a break. We're pros. Sex is our business."

I was starting to get nervous. This was turning into a competition between Keisha and me. That was a situation I desperately wanted to avoid."

Antoine smiled at Keisha. "Well then, as Kelly just said; show us."

Keisha stared at everyone for a moment and then she started laughing. "Okay, what have I got to lose? I've only had a little sample of Timmy's tongue, but it was enough to know that he is good."

She turned to Gary. I could see her arm move over to him. I assumed that she was massaging his cock. "If nothing else, it'll get me in the mood to play some very naughty games with you after dinner"

Tonya laughed. "Keish, you're always in the mood for naughty games."

Keisha nodded emphatically. "Yes I am, and I'm about to play one right now."

She turned and leered at me. "It's time to get under the table Timmy, you have some pussy licking to do."

Oh yeah, now we're talking. There's probably a couple more pussies that could use some of Timmy's talented oral attention while he's under that table-he might as stay down there for a while. I'm betting that he'll have Keisha bouncing around in that chair in no time at all when he gives her a dose of his two lipped clit sucking butterfly flicking action. Go Timmy, go Timmy.

Your pleasure with this story shows GH. I vote it as being your best, but I know that some might disagree-doesn't really make much difference.

I thank you for bringing it to us.

TrF2

Talented Timmy and his twat teasing tongue! Who doesn't appreciate a little alliteration with their erotica? Thanks GH, I can't help but continue to marvel at the excellence of this story.

Trf2

Thank you, your comment inspired the last part of the next segment.

Storm

We're both up much too late.

Thanks to both of you

GH

Kelly waved her fingers at me. "Dicklet, come here."

I walked over and stood next to my wife. She put her arm around my waist and held me closely to her. "Timmy honey, I want you to give Ms. Edwards your very best effort. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ms. Mason I do."

"That's a good boy." She kissed my cheek. As she kissed me she whispered, "I told you that we were just starting to play."

I winked at Kelly and then we grinned at each other. My wife patted my butt and said, "Go get her big boy."

As I was getting under the table I heard Antoine say, "I've got my money of Timmy."

Tonya answered, "I don't know, Keisha can be very competitive.

Keisha laughed. "Damn right I can and I'm feeling pretty fuckin competitive right now."

I was excited. Not only because I was about to lick a beautiful woman's pussy, but also because my wife's friends regarded me as adept, even expert. With the exception of Gary, everyone in that room was a professional. The fact that they respected my oral skills was extremely gratifying to me.

I crawled over to Keisha. To announce my presence I kissed the toe of one of her high heeled pumps.

Above me she announced, "My challenger has arrived." She pulled her skirt up to her waist, slumped down in her chair, slid her hips forward and spread her legs. "Let the games begin."

I was nervous. As I looked up at Keisha's shaved cunt I felt butterflies in my stomach. The opinion of Kelly and her friends was important to me. I wanted to acquit myself well.

I took a deep breath and gently brushed Keisha's pussy with my lips. I felt her shiver with excitement.

When I was learning to lick her Kelly always stressed that I should be gentle at the beginning. She taught me that before a woman is fully aroused her sex can be very sensitive.

I applied that lesson now. I covered Keisha's pussy with soft kisses. As I kissed her I could feel the moisture of her arousal on my lips. She was excited.

The room was silent. I assumed that everyone's attention was focused on Keisha.

Suddenly I heard her say; "So Chris, you asked me about the Packer Eagle game. I think the Packer's chances depend on their ability to run..."

I extended my tongue and gently licked the cleft of her pussy.

Keisha's voice quavered for a second and then she continued. "...the football. If the Eagles can force them to pass on every down, they'll lose."

I started vigorously licking her cunt.

She was silent for a moment and then she asked, "So Chris what do you think?"

I thought I could detect a tightness in her voice, but I had to admit that she was doing a good job of maintaining her composure.

Chris chuckled. "I think it's up to their defense. Keish, what's your opinion of the Packer defense?"

I smiled. Chris had just very adeptly shifted the burden of the conversation back to Keisha.

I found her clit and kissed it.

She gasped.

I began rubbing the base of her cunt with the tip of my finger while I continued kissing her clit.

For a moment there was silence and then I heard Keisha say, "I really like the three four defense they play." Her speech was a little more forced than it was a minute ago. I was getting to her.

Behind me I heard Tonya say, "Keish you're looking a little flushed. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, I'm..."

I pushed my finger into her cunt and sucked her clit into my mouth.

She gasped again and then she quickly collected herself. "...I'm fine, football gets my adrenalin going."

Kelly laughed. "That's not all that's getting your adrenalin going."

Everyone at the table chuckled.

I took a quick break so I could put my finger into my mouth and get it nice and wet, then I put my lips back around Keisha's clit and started sucking it. At the same time I reached under her and began massaging her asshole with the tip of my finger.

Suddenly Keisha cried out. "Shit that's not fair! He's rubbing my asshole with his fingertip while he's sucking on my clit. Nobody can keep it together while someone's doing that."

Keisha's complaint made me stop what I was doing and jump back.

She immediately protested. "No don't stop! Please don't stop!"

I quickly wet my finger again. I pressed it against her anus and sucked her clit back into my mouth.

She cooed with delight. "Yes that's it! That feels wonderful"

I sucked on Keisha's clit and massaged her asshole. I felt her excitement grow.

She cried out. "Timmy, you are an evil bastard. That feels so good. You're driving me mad."

I sensed the building tension in her body. Suddenly she screamed, "Oh shit!" And then she started to laugh.

I kept sucking on Keisha's clitoris while her orgasm exploded and then ravaged her body. When the waves of pleasure finally started to subside I released her love bud and gave her pussy a soft kiss.

Keisha gently rubbed my head with both of her hands. "Timmy, that was magnificent."

As I was crawling away I heard her sheepishly say, "I guess I lost."

In a very tender voice Tonya said, "Keish honey we all knew you never had a chance."

"What do mean?"

This time Kelly answered. "One of the qualities that makes you such a great courtesan is your openness to pleasure. You respond so easily to another person's touch. Sweetheart, it's not difficult to make you cum."

Keisha giggled. "What can I say, I love to get off."

I turned and crawled back out from under the table. As I was passing between Tonya and Kelly, Tonya reached down and grabbed my shoulder. "Just a minute sweetie. Before you get up I'd like a little taste of the sugar you just gave Keisha."

I looked up at my wife. She smiled at me. "We have time babydoll. Give Tonnie a nice kiss."

I nodded to Kelly and then I backed up and positioned myself between Tonya's legs. She pulled her skirt up and spread her thighs.

Tonya sighed when she felt me kiss her pussy. Like Keisha, she was already wet. After kissing her for a moment I licked her and then I sucked her clit into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue.

Just as I was beginning to feel her excitement grow she patted my head and said. "That's enough sweetie. I don't need to cum right now. Antoine will take care of that later. I just wanted a quick thrill."

I looked up at her and smiled.

She patted my head. "Thank you babydoll, that really was very nice."

I started to crawl out from under the table again, but this time Kelly stopped me. "Timmy honey, before you get up I'd like a kiss, just one quick kiss."

I smiled at my wife and moved between her legs. Kelly parted her thighs. I looked up at her beautiful pussy, a pussy that tonight belonged to another man.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. This was different than it had been with Keisha and Tonya. This was my Kelly, the love of my life. I buried my face between her thighs and kissed her. It was a kiss filled with passion, a movie kiss.

Kelly sensed the intensity of my adoration. She placed her hands behind my head and pulled me to her. She held me there. I didn't lick her or try to suck on her clit. I just kissed her.

After a moment she whispered, "Timmy I love you too." And then she released me.

I looked up at her and smiled. I'm certain that my face glistened with the moisture of Keisha's, Tonya's and her arousal.

Kelly smiled back at me.

I winked at her.

She giggled.

I crawled out from under the table.

As I was standing up Antoine stood and held up his glass. "A toast to my friend Timmy, a master of cunnilingus." He looked at me with a huge grin on his face.

I laughed.

Chris stood and held up his glass. "To Timmy in acknowledgment of his proficiency and to our four courtesans. They are all true mistresses of pleasure."