Trish came awake slowly. She knew she had had a very realistic dream. Alain was on top of her, his thick cock, stationary, deeply embedded inside her. She felt stretched wide, and he was hurting her a little, but the pleasure he was giving her was overriding the discomfort. She opened her legs wide to allow him better access, and her left knee bumped against another warm body. As she awakened, she realised she was lying o...

Trish lay on the bed alongside Dave. She had just told him about her affair with her exchange student in her last year of High School. A lesbian romance that she had never mentioned to a soul before: as far as she was aware, only her mother knew of the affair. She wondered now why she had never told Dave about it; he hadn't been at all upset. Quite the opposite, he seemed excited about her revelations. She reflected back...

Trish and Dave entered the main restaurant at 7:30 and saw that the six Gendarmes were already at the bar. Jacques caught their eye and beckoned them over. "Patricia, you look divine; we do not deserve such a woman. We are having Pastis. Will you join us?" "We've never tried them, but we will give them a try," Dave responded. He then asked how they got on at their seven's tournament. "Non, we lost to a local team. The win...

The knock on the door had Trish in a panic. She thought Jacques must have changed his mind about winning the Sevens tournament and returned. But Dave climbed off the bed, and walked to the front door, knowing it would be room service. He had ordered an assortment of things off the breakfast/brunch menu while Trish was sleeping, knowing they would both need energy if they were to go out again that night. But when he opened...

Dave was looking into his open safe, there were a few business documents and the two incriminating DVDs from the Stag Parties, but his eyes were resting on the eight and a half thousand US dollars they had received in tips at Bob's function. They only had a few bookings for January, which was a relief, as they had had functions coming out of their ears for the last three months. He transferred his attention to their funct...

When Trish and Dave got down to the bedroom, they found no sign of Sally. They didn't know which room was Ezekiel's, so they just had to hope that Rufus was right about Ezekiel looking after her. As it was after midnight, they had a quick wash, cuddled together and went to sleep. —— When Sally walked away from the main bedroom, her whole body was in a state of excited upheaval. So much had happened that night; her mind wa...

Dave watched Bob move to the end of the bed, admire, and then caress Trish's butt before stepping back to remove his clothes. Then, while Bob was disrobing, Dave stepped out of the room and into the doorway of the room next door to check on Sally. He saw that Ezekiel was now towered over her, hips moving with hard, determined thrusts. But what he hadn't expected was that Adam was sitting by the bed, holding Sally's hand....

After he had called downstairs, Dave snipped the door of the Penthouse open so he didn't have to run and open it for Sally each time she came up with the food. He jumped up to help Sally as soon as she pushed through the door. She was carrying a tray with the starters and putting them down on the sideboard. She slipped off a thin white cotton housecoat, revealing a maid's outfit. "Christ! Sally, you can't wear that; you'l...

It was nearing the end of May, and business was thriving; Dave and Trish had good bookings for the next few months. They found that for every function they did, they invariably got one or two more inquiries from word of mouth. They were feeling much more confident they may make their new enterprise work. The function at the Penthouse had saved their bacon; it wasn't until the accountant did the books at the end of March t...

After addressing the guys in the lounge, Dave didn't wait to see them leave but shut the bedroom door behind him and moved to Trish on the bed. She had not moved; she was still lying on her side and couldn't look him in the eye. She had spunk all over her face, hair, and legs. He leaned forward, removed her shoes, undid the suspender belt, and rolled her stockings off. Trish looked up and saw the remains of anger on Dave'...

Once Trish left, Dave set about seeing what cocktails he could make, sorting through the liquor that Bob’s store manager had supplied. Again he marvelled at how much there was. He put the Vodka, Peach Schnapps and Bacardi aside, and set the cranberry and orange juices alongside them. Before searching out Tequila and Cointreau. Now he looked for which of his cartons contained the appropriate glasses for making the cocktail...

After Christmas, Trish and Dave started to get quite concerned about the lack of bookings. They discussed her going back to work; now that the kids were older, it was not so important for her to be home after school. They were surprised at how quickly Trish found a position. There was a vacancy in the geography department of a school nearby, and they wanted her to start in the last week of January. Trish taking the job to...

Dave walked in the front door, having just arrived home from a rather tedious day at work; in fact, his whole week had been a drag. He tiptoed down the hall and crept up on Trish in the kitchen. She was humming some tune whilst bent over the sink washing some dishes. He grabbed her bum and whispered in her ear, "Come out in the garden, and I'll show you my prized cucumber." "Leave me alone, you dirty bugger. The kids will...