Dawn

Dawn took Bradley by the hand and led him into the lounge. They had a three-seater leather settee on one side of the room, a single matching armchair on the opposite side and another matching two-seater close to it. She stood by the armchair and kissed him before standing back and reaching around her back for the zipper to her dress.

“Let me have a photo for Robyn first,” he interrupted.

She smiled and sat down in the armchair before crossing her legs, making sure that there was a generous portion of stockinged thigh showing. Bradley smiled before taking a couple of pictures. “Are these okay to send?” he asked stepping forward to show her the screen of his mobile.

Dawn nodded before reaching for his belt buckle. “How about one as well of me sucking your lovely cock?”

Bradley shook his head. “We’ll do something like that when she comes over in a few weeks.”

“If that’s what you want,” she responded as she extracted his large thick dark-skinned cock.

Bradley groaned as he slipped his phone back inside his jacket pocket before starting to take it off. The silence of the room was interrupted by the slurping sound of her mouth taking his cock and his intermittent groans. “That’s soooooo good,” he said softly.

Dawn smiled as she cupped his testicles in her other hand. “They’re so big,” she told him. “Do all men like you have such large hanging balls?”

He laughed. “I guess so. That’s why there are so many of us.”

She moved her hand in such a way that it looked as if she was weighing them. “They’re very heavy,” she commented.

“Full of cum waiting for release,” he told her as he ran his hand through her hair.

“I bet it didn’t take long for Robyn to get pregnant,” she commented as she examined them more closely.

He nodded his head. “No,” he answered. “All four were conceived very quickly.”

Dawn looked up at him. “Four? I thought you said you have two children.”

He smiled. “Yes, with Robyn I have two,” he told her, “but I have two other children as well.”

“You were married before?”

He laughed. “No,” he told her. “Married just the once. Two other cuckold couples each have a child from me.”

“You mean... “

Bradley pulled away from her and helped her to her feet. “You ask too many questions sometimes,” he told her. “Let’s get this dress of yours off. We’ll talk about other things later.”

Moments later her dress lay in a heap on the floor at the side of the chair and Dawn was comfortably sat back in the armchair with her legs splayed watching Bradley strip naked. She was already quite wet and ready for him. She didn’t need any further foreplay, but Bradley insisted as he knelt down in front of her. He reached for her waist and gently pulled her further down into the chair so that she closer for him.

“I love the taste of pussy juice,” he told her as he pressed his lips against her sex.

Alan

Perplexed and wondering what the hell was going on, Alan sat down again nursing his beer. The girl had stunned him. She knew Bradley intimately and she knew a lot about him too. He wondered if Bradley would tell Dawn about her; perhaps she already knew. He also wondered if he should mention it to her anyway but decided against it. After all, it was Bradley’s business and no one else’s. There was also the fact that Dawn was doing what she was doing to keep his job. The whole thing was getting complicated now.

The girl came back to him to tell him that his table was ready. “Your wine is on the table,” she told him as she led the way.

He followed, watching her bottom again. Bradley must have enjoyed himself with her, he thought. When they reached the table, he sat down, and she offered to let him taste the wine. He shook his head. He had never been interested in that nonsense. Wine snobbery annoyed him.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked before she went away.

She smiled. “Go ahead.”

“How... how come you know Bradley?”

Her smile broadened as she leant closer. “How do you think I know him?” she asked. “He’s a guest here and I work behind the bar and sometimes in here.”

He still looked puzzled.

“He’s a man. He finds me attractive and so... you do know about the birds and the bees?”

He smiled. He felt stupid.

“As your wife knows, Bradley has an eye for attractive girls.” She answered quietly.

“I see.”

“Will that be all sir?” she asked as a waitress appeared with his meal.

“Yes thank you.”

“Would you like your champagne with your meal or would you prefer it delivered to your room afterwards?”

“Er... er.”

“I could arrange for it to be delivered if you wish.”

Alan nodded. He was utterly confused now.

Dawn

Dawn clung to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist, softly moaning and with body shaking. She had lost count of her many orgasms. She remembered screaming for him to stop as he tongued her – such was the intensity of her orgasms. Her only respite had been in his pause to slide his huge manhood inside her and then it happened all over again. She felt utterly drained; completely spent and yet she felt so satisfied.

“You’re fucking awesome, do you know that?”

He met her lips with his own. She could taste her juices on them, and her body shuddered once again. He smiled as he began to pull out of her. “I could do with that steak now,” he told her with a smile.

Dawn laughed. “So that’s all I’m good for is it – fucking and feeding you?”

He pulled her to his feet and held her body against his. “Oh, I’m sure that I am going to find many other uses for you given time.”

She could feel his half erect penis against her still warm and moist. “You’ll get plenty of time from me."

He kissed her once again. “Good because I intend getting to know you better, not just as good as your husband does but better, much better.”

“Hmmmm, tell me more.”

He smiled and gave her bottom a playful but stinging slap. “Steak!” He snapped.

Dawn gave a little yelp before picking up her dress, but Bradley stopped her. “Leave it,” he said. “I want you just as you are.”

She smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Hmmm, I like a forceful man especially one who knows how to spank as well.”

Bradley reached out and pulled at her arm. There was a wild look in his eyes, and he was now fully erect. Dawn found herself being pulled to the armchair again but this time it was Bradley who sat down. She hardly had time to catch her breath as he put her across his knee and held her firmly with one leg over her legs securing her tightly.

“This is what naughty girls get,” he told her as he gave her the first slap. It was hard and it stung. It was quickly followed by five more. Moments later she was back on her feet but with a sore bottom and tears in her eyes. Dawn reached out hugged him. “Thank you,” she said softly.

Bradley kissed her. “See,” he told her. “We have a lot to learn about each other, don’t we?”

She walked away with contentment to the kitchen and washed her hands before taking their steaks out of the fridge. She recalled having tried to get Alan to spank her at the early stage of their marriage. It was something that she had always wanted to try, but it just didn’t float his boat, as they say. She glanced up at Bradley as he appeared fully dressed. Her near nakedness made her feel vulnerable and coupled with his stature and the dominant presence about him she also felt quite submissive.

He came around the kitchen work area and stood close to her. “How’s your bottom feeling now?” he asked patting her.

“It’s fine.”

He smiled. “Well, at least you know what to expect now.”

She felt weak with arousal. “You... you don’t use canes or anything else like that do you?”

“I use whatever it takes,” he answered. “But I quite like using my leather belt when the need arises.”

Dawn glanced down at his waist and saw the wide brown leather belt. She had unbuckled it only a short while ago, but she hadn’t paid much attention to it then. She caught him looking at her and looked up. “I suppose I had better make sure that I’m always a good girl then.”

He laughed. “Absolutely,” he told her touching her bottom once again. “You would find it very, very painful.”

Her knees weakened again. It had taken her years before even starting to get to know Alan’s sexual secrets, but with Bradley, she had learned a lot within the space of just half an hour, and she knew that she probably hadn’t even scratched the surface yet. There was a momentary feeling of fear within, but it was quickly quelled by sexual desire. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. “You did say ‘medium rare’ didn’t you?

He smiled as he nodded. “I take it that you are a well-done girl.”

Dawn returned his smile. “Yes, I always like to be well done,” she replied noticing his prominent bulge.

“Has Alan ever fucked you in here?”

She nodded at the small dining table in the corner of the kitchen. “We’ve fucked a few times on that, so yes, and once or twice on the main dining table.”

“And how was it?”

“Well... up until a few days ago I would have said ‘okay’ but now... “

“Inadequate?”

She smiled as she reached for his bulge. “Yes. I would say that describes it quite aptly.”

He pulled her to him. “I hate a service that is just adequate,” he told her. “Show me this dining table. I’ll show you what excellence is.”

Alan

Alan sat back in his chair holding his half-filled glass of wine. The steak had been excellent, just as Bradley said it would be. He felt satisfied and the wine had given him an air of calm. He looked at his watch. It was almost eight forty-five now. Dawn had been alone with Bradley for well over an hour now; she would have been well and truly fucked by now. They would probably be in bed now; cuddling and talking quietly. Dawn liked to talk in bed after making love. She used to do it a lot, but he had stopped listening over the years; nowadays they just fell asleep in each other’s arms.

He had a feeling that Bradley wouldn’t be asleep just yet. He would probably be listening to her as he cradled her against his chest. He would probably be touching her too; fondling her breasts and touching her sex as well. He also imagined that Dawn would be holding him; holding his erection, that is. She once told him that she liked to feel cocks stiffen in her hand. It satisfied her feeling a man hard in her hand. It made her feel like a woman. With Bradley, it would be even more satisfying knowing how big he was.

The bartender came up to his table and topped up his wine glass with the last of the contents. “I finish at nine,” she told him, “I could bring the champagne up to your room soon after if you like.”

“It... it’s okay, you don’t have too.”

“It’s no trouble,” she answered. “Anyway Bradley insisted.”

“Insisted?”

“He insisted that I personally pour your champagne.”

Alan swallowed. She was almost leaning over him now. He could smell her perfume and feel her warmth; he could even see her white lacy bra under her blouse. “If... if that is what you want.”

Her voice softened as she looked down at his groin. “Bradley’s also told me to give you a good handjob.”

Alan had to place both his hands on the table to steady himself even though he was still seated.

“If that’s what you want of course?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come.

“See you at nine-fifteen,” she told him.

“It’s room 49.”

She smiled. “Yes I know and it has a lovely bed,” she told him as she began to move away. “Oh, the name is Trish in case you are wondering.”