We pulled onto Jackson Street. Jackson was a three lane one way street going towards downtown. Charles Street was one block west. It was a three lane one way street leaving downtown. Kelly and I both agreed that when we were driving downtown it was faster to take Jackson and Charles than to drive a mile east and get onto the freeway.

It was 5:00 o'clock, rush hour. Most of the cars were on Charles Street heading south out of downtown, but Jackson was still busy.

As soon as Kelly settled her Mercedes into the traffic flow she turned to me and said, "Would you like to hear the rest of the story about the first time I met an associate at the Calvert?"

"Yes I would."

Reaching over, Kelly placed her hand on the inside of my thigh. "Which version would you like to hear? The impassive narrative or the steamy, x rated description." She slid her hand over to my crotch and squeezed my penis.

I gasped. Suddenly I got nervous and decided I'd better warn Kelly. "Be careful, it's been a long time since you touched me there. I don't want to make a mess in my pants."

Kelly giggled. "Don't worry, I'll be careful, but once we get into my office it's going to be a different situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Baby, there's a couch in my office. You're going to sit on it and I'm going to kneel between your legs and give you my very best blow job." She leered at me. "Timmy I plan to spend the next week finding out how many times I can make you can cum inside me."

I grinned at Kelly. "I guess I'll take the x rated version."

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Kelly slipped her hand back to the inside of my thigh. I was thankful. I was very close to making a mess.

"Okay, let's see, where was I? Oh yes, in Tonya's office at JTandR." Kelly gave me a quick glance. "By the way Tonya will still be at the office when we get there. She's dying to meet you."

"Does she even know who I am?"

"Sweetheart, she knows all about you and she's envious of me because I have you."

"I don't understand that."

Kelly was silent. After a moment she sighed and said, "No, considering how I've treated you for the past year I don't imagine you do. Timmy, you have to believe me. As awful as I was, I never stopped loving you. My coworkers heard about you all the time."

I thought about that for a second and then I said, "You certainly were living two separate lives, weren't you?"

"Yes I was. I'm sorry."

I patted Kelly's thigh. "That's in the past. We're moving on with our lives. Go on with your story. You were in Tonya's office getting ready for your date."

"Thank you." Kelly smiled at me. I smiled back.

After a brief pause, Kelly said, "I was so excited. My new dress was a beautiful deep burgundy wool business suit. It had a pencil skirt that came down to just above my knees and..."

"A pencil skirt?"

"You'd call it a tight fitting skirt."

"Why did you buy a business suit. You were meeting a man in a hotel room to have sex with him. Why not buy a leather mini skirt and a crop top or something like that?'

"First of all, Tonya cautioned me not to do that. The Calvert Hotel doesn't want us running around their lobby looking like street hookers. Secondly, a business suit makes me look much more elegant. That's a plus when you're dealing with a middle aged businessman."

"But that black cocktail dress you had in your overnight bag when you came back from the Las Vegas trip was short, low cut and looked like it would be very tight."

Kelly giggled. "You're right, that dress is really hot. I'll bring it home so I can model it for you tonight."

"I don't understand?"

"Sweetie that dress was for Vegas. The standards are a lot different there. Most of the middle aged businessmen I met in Vegas wanted to show me off. I was a trophy date. Those guys all wanted me to dress like a slut."

"I see."

"But at the Calvert, discretion and anonymity are essential. Most of the businessmen we deal with are very concerned that someone might find out that they're meeting a woman in a hotel room for sex."

"So why is Las Vegas different than the Calvert?"

"I think most of the men who want a GFE night in Vegas are usually single or they have an understanding with their wives. In any case, they're not worried about being black mailed."

"A GFE night, what does that mean?"

"It's a term professional escorts use. It means girl friend experience. We think the term is very descriptive. We borrowed it from them, but we've expanded the concept."

"I still don't understand." I looked at Kelly. "When you say professional escort, you're talking about a prostitute, right?."

"Yes, but a high class prostitute."

"So what does girl friend experience mean?"

"Escorts who aren't GFE tend to be mechanical. No kissing, no real foreplay, just a quick blow job followed by a fuck. As soon as you cum you're done. Some guys like that. It's sort of, let's get down to business and get it done."

"All right."

"Girls who advertise that they're GFE kiss and take a little time for foreplay. If a guy wants to eat her pussy he can do it. It makes a guy feel more like he's making love to his girlfriend."

Suddenly a little pang of jealousy rippled through me. I looked at Kelly and asked, "Did you let guys eat your pussy?"

Kelly looked at me. When she saw expression on my face she realized I was upset, but I could tell she was confused about why I was upset. She stared at me for a moment and then suddenly she understood. She sighed. "I'm sorry Timmy, but I did. Baby my job was to fulfill fantasies and for a lot of guys that's a big part of the fantasy."

I nodded and then I took a deep breath and asked, "Did you let guys lick your ass too?"

Kelly whispered, "Yes, if they wanted to do it, they could."

I quietly said, "I see." And then I turned and stared silently out the car window."

Kelly pulled her Mercedes over to the curb and shut the engine off. Turning to me, she said, "I wish I could tell you I reserved certain things just for you, but that wasn't a choice. I was in the business of fulfilling dreams. I was paid to give men what they wanted. Baby do you remember when we were in college I used to tell you I'd never let a guy fuck me in the ass?"

I kept staring out the car window, but I nodded my head.

"Now I can take a huge cock in my ass and I enjoy it. I had to learn. Sweetheart, my job was to help men realize their dreams and I loved it. I provided the pleasures that the men I entertained couldn't get from their wives. While most of them just wanted to play with my big tits while I gave them a blow job, some of them wanted to eat my pussy, some of them wanted to lick my asshole and some of them wanted to fuck my asshole. If that was what it took to get them to give us their stock proxies or invest in our projects, then that's what I let them do. Baby I was a courtesan and I was a very good one.

Kelly paused for a moment and then she said, "But the one thing I have always reserved for you is my love. Timmy, another man can lick my pussy but it never feels as good as it does when you lick my pussy. Another man can lick my asshole, but I never enjoy it as much as I do when you lick my asshole. Sweetheart I'm a blow job queen. I love sucking cocks, but I will always be happiest when I'm sucking your little cock." Kelly grinned at me. "The reason is quite simple. I happen to be madly and uncontrollably, head over heels in love with you."

Giggling, she added, "By the way, before we go to sleep tonight, you're going to fuck me in my ass."

Puzzled, I turned and stared at Kelly.

Smiling, she said, "Baby after tonight I want to be absolutely certain that no other man has ever enjoyed my body in a way that you haven't."

Kelly picked up my hand and held it. For a moment we were both silent and then she said, "Timmy if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you lick my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you lick my asshole. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you fuck my ass. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you fuck my pussy. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never suck a cock other than yours. If you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you touch my tits. And if you ask me to do it, I'll promise you I will try to never let anyone but you kiss me."

Kelly stared at me. "If you ask me to do those things, I promise you that I will try, but the only guarantee I can make to you with absolute certainty is that I will always love you and I will always love only you."

I took a second to think about what Kelly had just told me and then I turned to her and said, "Just promise me that you'll love me. That will be enough for me."

"Timmy you have that promise. You've always had that promise."

We stared at each other in silence. Kelly was still holding my hand. After a moment she smiled at me and asked, "Are you okay now or are you still sad that I've let other guys lick my pussy and my ass."

I shook my head. "I'm not sad about it anymore. It helps me when remember it was your job." Grinning, I added, "I'll bet you were an outstanding courtesan."

"Yes I was. I was very good."

I smiled. At that moment I was incredibly proud of Kelly. I can't explain why. I can only say that during the course of that afternoon I experienced a myriad of conflicting emotions.

Kelly switched on her left turn indicator, looked over her shoulder, waited for a gap in the oncoming cars and pulled out onto Jackson Street. Once she was back in the traffic flow she said, "Are you ready to hear more of the story?"

"Yes I am."

"Okay, my new outfit was a burgundy wool suit with a pencil skirt."

I nodded. I now knew what that meant.

"It also had this cute waist length jacket. When I wore the Jacket open, it framed by bosom very nicely."

I chuckled. "Bosom?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "I was trying to be classy little boy. Would you prefer the term boobies?"

I grinned at her. "How about bodacious ta tas."

Kelly laughed and pulled up her sweater, exposing her brassiere covered breasts. "Are you suggesting that these magnificent symbols of feminine sexuality should be called ta tas?"

Suddenly the driver of the car in the lane to Kelly's left started blowing his horn. We both looked over. Two college aged boys were wildly waving at us.

Kelly turned towards them, slipped her left breast out of its brassiere cup and held it up for the two guys.

The driver leaned on the horn. The kid in the passenger seat lowered his window and pointed towards the curb. They wanted us to stop so they could talk to Kelly.

Kelly laughed, mouthed the words, "No way." Stuffed her breast back into her bra and pulled her sweater back down.

It had been an impulsive act. Realizing what she'd just done, Kelly glanced at me. There was an expression of chagrin on her face.

"Well so much for life as a prim and proper housewife." I blurted it out. It was meant as a joke, but as soon as I said it I regretted it.

Kelly sighed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I have to do things like that."

I reached over and patted her thigh. "Hey I was just teasing you. I enjoyed it. I thought it was funny and exciting."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So did I."

We both smiled.

I said, "Okay, back to the story. Your new suit had a cute waist length jacket that framed your bosom."

Kelly laughed. "You mean my ta tas, don't you?"

"Yes, your ta tas. Are you going to tell this story or are you just going to play around all afternoon?"

"Okay Mr. Serious. For a blouse I had this really hot satin tank top. It was a rich ivory color and trimmed with lace. It was tight fitting and and very low cut." Kelly winked at me. "It exposed a lot of cleavage. Tonya told me that if I bought a business suit I could be a little daring with the blouse and believe me, I was. I'd also picked out a set of chic lingerie that matched the blouse. Timmy, by the time I finished getting dressed I was feeling sexy and elegant."

"What did your lingerie look like?"

"Listen to you. You're a little perv..." Kelly stopped herself.

There was silence. I stared out the car window, waiting.

Finally she said, "I'm sorry. I love to tease you. I've always loved to tease you. That's all I was doing. You understand that, don't you."

Kelly's intuition had been correct. Her comment had hurt. I also understood. A year ago I would have interpreted it as playful banter and nothing more. I didn't respond.

Sighing, Kelly said, "I hurt you. I hurt both of us. This is the price I'm going to have to pay for my stupidity."

Turning to Kelly, I said, "You did hurt us and yes, you're mistake is going to cost us, but not forever."

I paused. After a moment I continued. "And I am a perv. You are too. That's why we're a perfect match for each other. That’s why we have to find a way to get by this and stay together."

Reaching over, Kelly squeezed my hand and said, "Thank you Timmy. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"I know."

"We are perfect for each other, aren't we."

"Yup."

"I don't have the bra and panties I wore that night so I can't model them for you tonight, but they were all lace. The material was so thin they were nearly transparent. The bra was wireless."

"Wireless?"

"That means it didn't give me much support, but I wasn't planning on wearing it for very long. I wasn't looking for support."

"Why were you wearing it at all."

"Tonya suggested I wear a bra. She told me most guys get a big thrill out of taking them off."

"I think she's right about that."

"The panties were matching lace bikinis."

"Why not a thong?"

"A thong is nice if you're going to be parading around in it, but if you're planning to undress for a guy so he can fuck you, a pair of lace bikini panties are much sexier."

"Parading around?"

"You know, teasing guys at a sex party."

"A sex party?"

"Yes, the firm puts them on at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

"I know about Evergreen, that's the mansion in South Carolina, right?"

"Yes."

"Eagle Lake, isn't that out on the Northwest side of the city?"

"That's right, the firm has another mansion out there."

"What happens at those places?"

"Sometimes it was just like Vegas. I'd meet a guy for an afternoon and evening of GFE."

"I now understand how that works in Vegas, but how does it work at one of the mansions?"

Kelly looked at me. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes I think I do. Not because I'm angry about what you were doing. I want to hear about all of this because it's exciting." Wiggling my eyebrows at Kelly, I grinned and said, "I really am a perv."

We both laughed.

Suddenly Kelly stopped laughing. She silently stared at the road ahead of her. After a moment she whispered, "I knew that. I just stupidly forgot about it for a little while."

"Now you remember again. That's all that matters. Tell me how a GFE night at the mansions worked."

"Okay, a GFE night at a party mansion usually worked like this. They'd assign me to an associate. I'd become his girlfriend for the entire time we were together. In the summer we'd spend the afternoon lying by the pool. In the winter we'd sit in front of this huge fireplace in the parlor. I'd flirt with him and fawn over him just like he was my boyfriend. There would generally be ten or fifteen people around including the partners. They'd usually try to talk a little business while we were sitting together. The whole time I'd be hanging on my associate, constantly touching him and rubbing my breasts against his body. It was my job to make it clear to everyone that I belonged to him."

"At the end of the afternoon we'd go back to his room and take a shower together. After we showered I'd usually give him a blow job and then we'd get dressed and go down to dinner. During dinner I'd continue to be his date. Whenever the partners were focusing on someone else it was my job to keep my associate entertained. After dinner we'd generally move to the patio or the parlor for cognac and coffee. At the end of the evening we'd go back to his room for a night of hot sex. Once he was exhausted, I'd either sleep with him or leave him and move to another bedroom in the house. That was his choice. If he wanted me to sleep with him I'd let him fuck me one more time when we woke up in the morning."

"You enjoyed those evenings, didn't you."

"Baby, I loved them."

"I can see why. You like to flirt and you love sex. This was your ideal job."

"Yes, it really was."

We were both silent for a moment and then I asked, "So what happened at the sex parties?"

Kelly didn't say anything, she just tightened her grip on the steering wheel and stared at the road ahead of us. It was obvious my question had created some anxiety for her. I sensed that she was reluctant to tell me about the parties. Earlier that afternoon she'd told me she'd done some awful things, things that would make me hate her. I suspected some of those things may have occurred at the parties. I quickly decided I shouldn't press Kelly about them until she was feeling a little more secure about my feelings towards her.

I said, "Why don't we save the sex parties for later. Right now I'd like to hear rest of the story about your first night at the Calvert."

Clearly relieved that I wasn't pressing her about the parties, Kelly relaxed and said, "Timmy, when it was finally time to go I was so excited."

"It was a big adventure, wasn't it."

"It really was. I loved being a hostess." Kelly shrugged. "While I'll admit that getting to have tons of sex with a lot of different guys was a big attraction, there was more. It was also exciting. All of it was an amazing adventure."

"And you made a lot of money."

Kelly giggled. "I also got to buy a closet full of expensive new clothes and I didn't have to pay for any of them."

I laughed. "The job really was girl heaven, wasn't it."

"It was, but it also almost destroyed our marriage."

That quieted both of us. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.

Finally, in a subdued voice, Kelly said, "Why don't I tell you more about the night at the Calvert."

"That's a good idea."

Kelly reached across and brushed my knee with her fingertips.

I smiled at her.

She smiled back at me and said, "I was so nervous when I drove up to the Calvert. Timmy, I'd never even been inside that hotel. Tonya had given me some money for tips and told me to use the valet parking." Taking a quick glance at me, Kelly said, "That was the first time I'd ever used valet parking. It made me feel sophisticated. Although, I do have to admit that when I pulled up in front of the hotel I was feeling a little embarrassed about my old Honda Civic."

"It certainly wasn't as fancy as the Mercedes you're driving now."

That made Kelly laugh. "No it wasn't, but the valet was still very polite. He didn't say a word about my junky old car. He just took the keys and told me to have a nice evening."

"Sweetheart, you're a gorgeous blond and you were dressed in an expensive business suit. I'm sure you could have ridden up on a bicycle and he still would have been polite."

"You're probably right. Anyway, I tipped him and went inside. Timmy I love the Calvert. It's such an elegant old hotel."

"The night I followed you was the only time I've ever been there. I was impressed. It really is very nice."

"Maybe sometime we could spend a night there together. I know it's really expensive, but it would only be for one night and I have a lot of money saved up from my job."

"I'd like that."

"I would too." Kelly continued her story. "When I got on the elevator and pushed the button for the sixteenth floor my stomach started churning. I was so nervous."

"The other night you were on the seventeenth floor."

"That was my regular suite. Each hostess has her own permanent suite at the Calvert. Mine was 1712." She looked at me. "I still haven't explained that have I?"

"No, but Martin Jackson did."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So you know I wasn't lying when I told you Roger Baldwin doesn't really exist."

"Yes, Mr. Jackson explained everything to me. Roger Baldwin was a fictitious name the firm used when they leased your room. He also told me they used the name to create a phony identity to fool people who might be trying to catch your associate in a compromising position." Laughing, I added, "It worked. They certainly fooled me."

"I'm sorry that happened, but at least now you know I wasn't in love with another man." Kelly quickly glanced at me. "Baby I'll never be in love with anyone but you."

"I know and I'll always love you too." I paused and then I quickly added, "No matter what you've done."

"Are you sure?"

"Maybe not, did you kill any puppies or kitties?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Of course not."

I shrugged. "Then I'm sure."

"Timmy, I wish you'd followed me six months ago."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I am. Why would you ask such a silly question?"

"Because if I'd followed you six months ago you might never have had the chance to become a courtesan."

"Yes, but..."

"Kelly you loved that job."

"It almost destroyed our marriage."

"But it didn't and now I know all about it, and we're still together."

Kelly stared at the road in silence. Almost a minute passed. Finally she glanced at me and said, "Timmy would you ever consider letting me...."

I held my hand up and stopped her. This was of course the unvoiced question and I still wasn't ready to consider it. Shaking my head, I said, "We have a lot of talking to do before we can address that question."

"Yes, of course we do."

"Lets get back to the story. You were getting off the elevator on the sixteenth floor."

"Timmy, at that moment I was so nervous. I almost turned around and went back to the office."

"What stopped you?"

"I'd bought all those fancy clothes. I was afraid they'd make me pay for them if I chickened out."

I laughed. Kelly stuck her tongue out at me.

"Okay, so you didn't chicken out. What happened when you got to the hotel room door?"

"I had a key, so I took a deep breath and opened it."

"You didn't knock?"

"No Tonya told me not to. They don't want our associates to ever open a door when someone knocks. That's why they gave me a key."

"That makes sense. They don't want a photographer or a private investigator bursting in on them."

"I was so nervous, but as soon as I opened the door everything was all right. Eric was gorgeous."

"That doesn't surprise me."

Kelly turned and looked at me. "What makes you say that?"

I put my hand up. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. We'll talk about it after I've told you about my day. Finish telling me about Eric."

Kelly stared at me for a moment and then she shrugged and continued. "He must have been in his early forties. He had long wavy dark hair with just a little gray at the temples." She smiled. "It was very distinguished looking. He was sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of scotch from the minibar."

"A sofa in a hotel room?"

"Timmy, these are luxury suites. They're really two rooms. The living room has a couch, a coffee table, a stuffed chair and a desk. The other room is an incredibly lavish bedroom with a king sized bed and a magnificent bathroom."

"No television?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. "There's a large flat screen television in both rooms."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Eric was sitting on the sofa. He was wearing a white dress shirt and a tie. The tie was loosened and the collar of his shirt was unbuttoned."

"He was relaxing."

"Yes he was. He smiled at me when I walked into the room. His smile was almost as charming as yours."

"Thank you."

Kelly patted my knee. "Your smile is one of the many reasons that you're my baby doll."

"I'll bet Eric wasn't your baby doll."

Kelly laughed. "No he certainly wasn't. Eric was a stud. He was so sexy. When I walked in he smiled at me, introduced himself as Eric and asked me if I was Joanne. He had a rich baritone voice."

"Joanne?"

"We never use our real names."

"I know, but I thought you used Melody."

"I did, but this was before I was a full time courtesan. They gave me the name Joanne for that night."

"I prefer Melody."

Kelly smiled. "So do I."

"He really wasn't Eric either, was he?"

"No I'm sure he wasn't."

"So what happened?"

"He patted the spot next to him on the couch and invited me to sit down.

I was about to do that when there was a knock at the door."

"I assume that it was the bellman with your champagne."

"Yes, it was. Eric went into the bathroom. The associates are instructed to always do that when someone knocks. I opened the door and let the bellman into the room. He opened the champagne and left it on the desk. I signed the bill and gave him a twenty dollar tip."

"That was a big tip."

"Tonya told me to give him that much. The firm takes excellent care of the bell staff at the Calvert."

"I'm sure that encourages them to be cooperative."

Kelly nodded and then she continued, "As soon as the bellman was gone Eric came out of the bathroom and poured a glass of champagne for each of us. We sat on the couch, sipped our champagne and talked. Timmy, I felt so cosmopolitan and Eric was an interesting man. I liked him."

"That made it easier to have sex with him, didn't it."

"Yes it really did. Anyway, after we finished our first glass of champagne Eric poured us a second and while he was up he suggested that we get more comfortable."

"What happened?"

"He set our glasses of champagne on the coffee table and took off his tie, shirt and pants. He had an erection. It was making a huge tent in the front of his boxers. Timmy, Eric had a really big cock."

"That must have made you happy."

Kelly giggled. "Oh yes."

"So what did you do?"

I stood up and told Eric to sit down and then I did a slow striptease for him."

"I'll bet he enjoyed that."

"He couldn't take his eyes off of me."

"I don't doubt that at all. How much did you take off?"

"Just my jacket, blouse and skirt. Then I sat down next to him and asked him if he'd like to take off my brassiere."

"I'll bet that went over pretty well."

"I didn't have to ask twice."

"So now you're sitting on the couch with this man you just met. He's wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and you're only wearing your panties, garter belt and nylons, correct?"

Kelly grinned.

"What happened next?"

"I got a very naughty idea."

"Tell me."

"I picked up one of the glasses and started dribbling champagne on my breasts."

"What did Eric do?"

"He smiled at me and started licking the champagne off of my nipple."

My breath caught.

Kelly looked at me. "That excites you doesn't it?"

I slowly nodded.

She giggled. "Eric had the same reaction. He slipped his hand into my panties and started massaging my pussy with his fingertips."

"I'll bet that excited you."

"Timmy I was so wet. Suddenly I didn't want to play anymore games. I wanted Eric in the worst way. I wanted to suck his cock and then I wanted him to fuck me. I stopped dribbling the champagne onto my breasts. Eric Immediately sensed the change in my mood. He took the glass from my hand, set it on the coffee table and kissed me full on the lips."

Kelly sighed. "Timmy he was so strong and masterful. At that moment I would have done anything for him."

"You were excited."

"Yes, after he broke off our kiss he pulled his boxer shorts down and kicked them away. His erect cock was sticking straight up. I slipped my panties off, kneeled on the couch next to him and kissed the head of that magnificent penis."

"You love cocks, don't you Kelly."

"I really do. I gave him my very best blow job. First I licked the head of his penis like it was an ice cream cone and then I slowly kissed my way down that luscious stiff shaft until I got to his balls."

Glancing over at me, Kelly said, "Chris Kendricks taught me to lick and suck a guys balls while I stroke the shaft of his cock at the same time. It really does drive a lot of men wild."

"I'll bet Eric enjoyed it."

"He really did." Kelly grinned at me. "I did too. I would have been happy to have done that to him for a very long time, but we had a big evening ahead of us and I wanted to make him cum."

"Why did you want to make him cum right away?"

"Most guys can last a lot longer after they've had their first orgasm. When I'm with a guy I like to begin with a nice hot blow job. Almost all of them enjoy it. It's a big fantasy for most guys. Lots of older men have wives who think it's dirty and nasty so they never get them."

I wanted to make a crack about being one of those guys who never gets a blow job from his wife, but Kelly was already feeling bad enough about neglecting me so I didn't say anything.

She continued. "Anyway, I licked Eric's balls for a few minutes and then I put his big cock in my mouth and started sucking him in earnest."

"Did he cum right away?"

Kelly shook her head. "Nope, I brought him right to the edge twice and then I backed him off."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"No I don't suppose you do. Please don't be offended when I say this, but controlling your orgasms is one of your problems."

"I know."

"If I suck on the head of your penis really hard and masturbate you at the same time I can make you cum almost immediately. I can do that with any guy."

"Okay."

"Just before a guy is about to cum I can feel the tension building in his body. When I feel that tension in you, it's already too late for you to be able to stop yourself. At that point it doesn't matter what I do, you're going to ejaculate. When I'm with a guy like Chris or Eric and I feel that tension beginning to build I can back off a little. They have enough control to be able to take a couple of deep breaths, compose themselves and stop before they start to cum."

"I see."

"Those same guys can also do it while they're fucking, only in that situation they're the ones who are in control. They have to be responsible for putting on the brakes. That's one of several skills that make a man an outstanding lover. Maybe if we practiced a little you could learn to do that."

"I'd like to try."

Kelly giggled. "I'd love to be your coach. Just think about the fun we could have while you're in training."

For a moment Kelly and I rode together in silence. We were both smiling. This silence wasn't caused by an emotional wound. Both of us were taking a moment to enjoy a feeling of camaraderie that hadn't existed between us for several months.

Finally, Kelly broke the silence. "Eventually I did make him cum."

"Did you let him cum in your mouth?"

"Do you even have to ask."

"Nope, I just like to hear you say it."

Playfully slapping my knee, Kelly said, "You're just as perverted as I am."

I laughed. "We've already established that fact."

Kelly rolled her eyes and shook her head in pretend consternation. We smiled at each other for a moment and then she said, "After he came, Eric took me into the bedroom. He laid me down on this wonderful king sized bed, climbed on top of me and kissed me hard on the lips. Timmy it was so hot. My entire body was tingling. Eric was unbelievably powerful. At that moment I belonged to him."

Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "Baby does it bother you when I say things like that?"

Shaking my head, I said, "No, I don't think so." But then I paused and thought about what she'd said. I looked at her. "Well maybe a little, but it's okay. It makes me envious of Eric. Men like him obviously get you very excited. I wish I could do that for you, but I can't."

Nodding. Kelly said, "No, it's not in your nature, but that's also why I love you so much."

"What do you mean?"

"I love that you're sweet, caring and gentle." She smiled. "And you make me feel powerful. Dominant men are exciting, but I'd rather spend my life with you. If I ever had to choose, I would always choose you. And Timmy, you do get me excited; you get me really excited."

"I know, but not in the same way."

Sighing, Kelly said, "Yes, that is true."

"It's okay, I can live with that. I love you and I want you to be happy. I don't want you to have to choose. I don't think I could ever be content knowing I was keeping you from enjoying the pleasure of being taken by a really powerful man."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes, I do."

Kelly glanced over at me and whispered the words, "Timmy, I love you."

I nodded. "I know you do. I love you too."

For a moment we both watched the road ahead of us. Finally Kelly continued the story. "After a long hot kiss Eric rolled us over so that I was on top. I knew exactly what he wanted and I knew exactly what to do. His cock was still limp and he was ready for me to get him hard again."

Kelly reached over and placed her hand on my crotch. She was checking to see if I had a erection. I did. She rubbed it for a moment and then she giggled. "You always did like hearing all the details when I got back to my dorm room after a date."

Suddenly her expression changed. Now somber, Kelly whispered, "Timmy I'm sorry I stopped telling you about my evenings out."

"It's okay, that's all in the past. Tell me how you got Eric hard."

That brought her smile back. "I went down on him again silly." Kelly squeezed my tiny penis. "Sucking a limp cock is much different than sucking an erect one. You have to tease it and play with it. It becomes a challenge to see how quickly you can make it grow. Eric was a real stud. It wasn't long at all before I felt his soft toy start to make its transformation into a menacing weapon."

"A menacing weapon?"

Kelly winked at me. "Poetic license. You were an English major. You understand, don't you?"

I chuckled. "Yes I understand. All right, so what did you do with his menacing weapon?"

Kelly took a deep breath. The memory was obviously exciting her. "As soon as Eric was erect I looked up at him. He was smiling at me. He wiggled his finger in a come here gesture, so I crawled up his body until I was straddling his hips."

She giggled. "Eric's menacing weapon was right under my very wet pussy. I reached back and held it while I lowered myself onto him. As I was doing that Eric reached up and started fondling my breasts."

Kelly took a deep breath. "Having him inside me felt so good. Timmy, Eric's cock was big. It must have been at least eight or nine inches."

"Eight inches isn't that big."

Kelly laughed. "Maybe not by porn web site standards, but in real life eight inches is a big dick and nine inches is a very big dick."

"How is three and a half inches classified?'

Grinning at me, Kelly gave my tiny erection a firm squeeze. "Cute, very very cute. It just happens to be my favorite size."

I chuckled. "That's good because that happens to be exactly what I'm packin."

"Packin?"

"Yup and it's a menacing weapon too."

We both burst out laughing.

After a moment Kelly looked at me and asked, "All right stud man, are you ready to hear the rest of the story?"

I leaned back, put my foot up on the dash board in front of me and confidently said, "Yup."

Kelly rolled her eyes at my pretend display of machismo. After playfully slapping my foot away from the leather covered dash board of her Mercedes she shook her head and said, "This is the hot part of the story. Are you going to be serious?"

I sat up straight and folded my hands. "Yes Ms. Mason."

Kelly looked at me and started to giggle again. "Ooo I like it when you call me Ms. Mason."

Now it was my turn to be serious. I stared into Kelly's eyes and whispered, "So do I."

She took a deep breath. "I think that we're going to have to revisit this discussion in the very near future."

"I hope so Ms. Mason."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then Kelly said, "As soon as I had Eric's cock all the way inside me I stopped and looked into his eyes. He was still playing with my breasts."

"You mean your ta tas, don't you."

Kelly poked me in my side. "Be serious."

"All right."

"Anyway, I had all of Eric's big cock inside me." My wife lifted her sweater a little and rubbed her exposed tummy just below her belly button. "I could feel it way up here. Timmy having a big cock deep inside me feels so nice. I took a moment to enjoy the wonderful sensation and then I started to rock back and forth. I had to move slowly at first. I needed a little time to get used to moving with that big thing inside me."

Kelly glanced over at me. "Being on top is fun because I get to be in control. I can dictate the pace. It's nice to be able to go slow at first and then gradually speed up my movement as my pussy gets used to my lover's presence."

She smiled. "Eric was wonderful. He just lay back on the bed and played with my tits while I fucked his great big dick. I really don't know how long we kept that up. I was enjoying myself so much that I lost track of the time."

I nodded.

"Eric finally rolled me off of him, turned me over and pulled me up so I was on my hands and knees. He didn't ask permission, he just did it. He was very gentle, but there wasn't any doubt about it, he was now in control."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said, "He kneeled behind me and pushed his big cock into my wet pussy and then he started a series of long slow thrusts in and out of me. It felt so good that it was almost maddening."

She took another deep breath. It was obvious that Kelly was starting to get very excited. "Eric gradually picked up the pace. It wasn't long before he was pumping his cock in and out of me with an almost savage intensity. I was getting so excited that I reached back and began rubbing my clit. Eric saw what I was doing so he leaned over and started twisting my nipple with one hand while he supported himself with his other hand. That put me over the edge. I had a huge orgasm."

Kelly glanced over at me. "As you well know, I can be pretty noisy when I'm cumming. Some guys get a little nervous when I start screaming."

I laughed. "I'll never forget the first time we fooled around. It was in your dorm room. I was licking your pussy. You nearly scared me to death when you had your first orgasm."

Kelly giggled. "I'll always remember that afternoon. You were so nervous."

We both chuckled for a moment and then Kelly said, "My screams didn't faze Eric at all. I think he was probably used to women having orgasms while he was fucking them. He just kept pumping his big cock in and out of my cunt. Once my orgasm subsided we fell into a nice easy rhythm. Timmy he was like a machine. He just kept fucking me. I was beginning to think he might keep fucking me forever, when he suddenly intensified the pace. His thrusts became harder and quicker and then he pushed his cock deep inside me, grunted one time and stopped moving."

Kelly's breath caught. In a quiet voice she said, "I could feel him pumping his semen deep into me. After he was finished I collapsed on the bed and Eric collapsed on top of me. We lay together silently for a moment and then I felt his softening cock slip out of my pussy."

Kelly sighed. "I felt so good. Eric rolled off of me and lay back on the bed with his head on a pillow. I cuddled up next to him. For a little while we just lay together talking quietly. We both deliberately avoided anything personal. He told me about Pittsburgh, that was the city where he lived. I told him about Kelroy College."

"After a few minutes I reached down and gently grasped his limp penis. As soon as I touched it I felt it twitch a little. I kissed Eric's cheek and asked him if he was interested in another round. He laughed and gently pushed me down to his cock. As soon as I started sucking him, he responded. Once he was fully erect he sat up, laid me on my back and climbed on top of me. My cunt was already well lubricated with his semen, so he easily slipped into me."

Glancing over at me, Kelly said, "Timmy, I love having a guy on top. It's the position that gives both of us the most freedom of movement. As soon as Eric started fucking me I responded by wrapping my legs around his thighs and bucking my hips to meet each of his powerful thrusts. We fell into a savage rhythm. At times it felt like we were wrestling. I had two wonderful orgasms. After Eric finally came we both collapsed on the bed. We were totally exhausted."

Kelly smiled wistfully. "We cuddled together quietly for a few minutes and then Eric stood up and started gathering his clothes. I took the hint and started picking up mine too. Once we were both dressed Eric kissed my cheek, thanked me for a wonderful evening and went into the bathroom. I opened the door to the hallway and checked to make sure there was no one around. As soon as I was certain the hall was empty I called Eric. He kissed me one more time and then he left. I closed the door to the room, waited for ten minutes and then I left."

Shaking her head, Kelly said, "While I was riding down in the elevator I realized that Eric's cum was running down the inside of my thigh."

"That must have been a little unsettling."

"It was. I felt so self conscious while I was walking across the hotel lobby. I was relieved when I finally reached the privacy of my car."

Kelly stared at the road ahead of her. "Once I was on my way home I started to think about what I'd just done and what I was going to do when I had to face you. Timmy, I was suddenly so ashamed of myself. I'd just met a total stranger in a hotel room and let him fuck me. I had this vision of my mother and my sisters pointing at me and calling me a tramp and a slut. I saw them clucking their tongues and shaking their heads. I imagined I could hear them telling me I wasn't worthy of being the wife of a wonderful man like you. I started to sob. When I finally got home I had to sit in the garage and fix my makeup so you wouldn't be able to tell I'd been crying."

In a whisper, Kelly said, "You were waiting up for me. I was so ashamed. I couldn't bear to look you in the eye. I kept hearing my mother and my sisters calling me a slut and a tramp."

Kelly smiled. "You were so sweet. You kissed me and asked if you could get me anything. I told you I had a splitting headache and I just wanted to go to bed. I felt terrible. You looked so disappointed when I said that, but I couldn't face you. I went into the bathroom, locked the door, sat down on the toilet and started to cry again. When I was finally done crying I took a long hot shower and tried to wash all of Eric's cum out of me. By the time I got out of the bathroom you were sound asleep."

I reached over and gently patted Kelly's thigh. "I think it's time for you to stop letting your mother and your sisters dictate our morals and the terms of our marriage. Kelly, we don't have to justify our behavior to anyone but ourselves. As far as I'm concerned, you only did one thing wrong that night."

Kelly sighed. "I know, I lied to you about it."

"That's right."

"Timmy, I'm sorry."

I shook my head, "We're done apologizing. I've already forgiven you. Now all were doing is getting everything out in the open so we can move on."

"Do you think we can really do that?"

"I know we can do it. We can do it because we both want to do it."

Kelly turned her Mercedes onto Second Street. We were on the edge of downtown. She drove four blocks and turned left onto First Avenue. The Whetmore Building was in the middle of the block on our right. Kelly pulled into the parking ramp next door to it.

I looked at her. "This is a contract ramp, are you sure you can still park in here?"

"I don't see why not. I still have my parking card and the contract is paid up until the end of the month. Besides, Jerry the night attendant at the ramp has a crush on me. He'd probably let me park here even if I didn't have a card."

"Have you ever let him fuck you?" I just blurted it out. As soon as I said it I realized that it was a stupid question.

Kelly looked over at me. "Of course not." She thought for a moment and then she started to giggle. "But he is cute, maybe I should consider it." Suddenly she put her hand over her mouth and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

I smiled at her. "No it's okay. if he's cute and you're attracted to him, maybe you should let him fuck you."

"Timmy what are you telling me?" There was a puzzled expression on my wife's face.

"Kelly I'm going to repeat what I said earlier. It's time for us to stop letting your mother and your sisters influence the rules of our marriage and our own personal moral codes. When you meet a man who attracts you and you decide you'd like to sleep with him, I want you to feel free to do it. I just want you to tell me about it and I don't want you to feel guilty after you've done it."

Kelly thought about what I'd just told her. After a moment she said, "We really do have a lot to discuss, don't we?"

"Yes we do, but we also have lots of time. We'll work all of this out."

Kelly pulled her Mercedes into a parking spot, shifted the big sedan into park and shut the engine off. I was about to open my car door and get out when I noticed that she wasn't moving.

I stopped and looked at her. "Kelly, is something wrong?"

"When we get into the office Tonya Lewis is going to be there. She's going to want to meet you."

"Yes, you've already told me that. That's fine with me. Actually I'm excited about finally getting to meet some of your coworkers."

"Timmy, there's something I have to tell you."

I settled back in my seat. "Okay."

"Remember that I told you I've done some bad things? Some things that might make you hate me."

"Yes, and do you remember I told you I didn't believe there was anything in this world you could do that would make me hate you?"

Kelly nodded.

I picked up her hand and held it. "Just say it. It will be okay. This is what we have to do. We have to get everything out in the open. We have to get rid of all the secrets."

"Do you promise you won't hate me."

"Yes, I promise."

Taking a deep breath, Kelly said, "Tonya and I are lovers."

I stared at Kelly for a moment and then I gently squeezed her hand and said, "It's okay, I'm not angry with you. I'm glad you told me."

She smiled at me.

As I considered the ramifications of Kelly's confession, I began to get nervous. Several questions popped into my head. I looked at Kelly and anxiously asked, "Does that mean you're a lesbian now? Are you in love with Tonya? Are you planning to leave me for her?"

Now it was Kelly's turn to reassure me. She shook her head. "No silly, I'm not a lesbian and no, I am not going to leave you for Tonya. Timmy I love you. I will always love you and I will always love only you."

She paused for a moment to think and then she said, "I suppose you could say I'm bisexual, but I don't really think I am because I still have a strong preference for men." She shrugged. "Once in a while it's just fun to fool around with Tonya. Sometimes I play with Keisha and Mandy too. Sometimes all four of us play together. It's only for fun." She giggled. "It makes me feel wicked."

"I'll bet it does."

Kelly looked at me. "Timmy do you hate me now?"

"No I don't hate you, but..." I hesitated.

Kelly stared at me. "But what?"

Nervously, I said, "It's kind of exciting. I mean it sort of adds to the fantasy."

"I don't understand. What's exciting?"

"When you first told me about Tonya, you said she took care of all the associates who enjoy being dominated."

"Yes, that's right."

"So I assume that Tonya enjoys being dominant."

"Yes, as a matter of fact she loves it."

I took a deep breath and said, "The idea of being dominated by two women who are lovers is pretty exciting."

Kelly looked at me and then she burst out laughing. "Timmy you are priceless."

My cheeks turned beet red. Embarrassed, I bent over and buried my face in my hands.

Immediately understanding, Kelly leaned over and gently rubbed my back. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I was so worried about how you were going to react when I told you about my relationship with Tonya and then it turned out you were excited by it. Baby when I laughed I wasn't laughing at you, I was releasing nervous tension. Sweetie I think it's really hot that you might want to be dominated by Tonya and me."

I looked at Kelly and smiled.

She kissed my cheek and then she whispered into my ear. "When were alone in my office with Tonya, I might be a little bossy with you. Would that be okay?"

I considered Kelly's suggestion. After a moment I asked, "Is Tonya nice?"

"She's very nice. She's now probably my second best friend."

"Who's your best friend?"

Kelly playfully punched my arm. "You are silly."

My body started to tingle with excitement. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I think I'd like it very much if you dominated me in front of Tonya."

Kelly grinned at me. "So would I."