Catering For A Stag Do Chapter 1
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After addressing the guys in the lounge, Dave left them to find their way to their rooms. He shut the bedroom door behind him and moved to Trish on the bed. She was lying on her side still and wouldn’t look into his eyes. She had spunk all over her face, in her hair and down her legs, much of it sprayed over her stockings. He leaned forward, removed her shoes, undid the suspender belt, and proceeded to roll the stockings down her legs.
Trish looked up and saw the remains of anger on Dave’s face. “Oh! What have I done? How did that happen? You must hate me.”
But even though the anger was almost gone, Dave struggled with a comforting answer, “I don’t hate you.” And he lifted her to her feet and walked her to the shower.
He turned on the water, set the temperature, and helped her into the shower. Your dress is on the bed, take your time, shower and get dressed. I’ll go and get the van loaded, then come back to take you down to our room.
I can’t walk out there and face them. I’m so embarrassed.” Trish murmured.
“I’ll sort that, just get cleaned up.” And he went back into the lounge shut the door hard behind him. The only person left in the lounge was James, he gave Dave a smile and asked if he wanted a hand.
“No I’m OK, Maria is having a shower, and there is not that much to do.” Then Dave went to the other bedroom to get the trolly. He noticed that Pete was fast asleep in one of the beds and could see through the half-open bathroom door, that George was in the shower.
Back out in the main room he placed all the beer from the chilly bin, into the fridge. Then put the four bottles of bubbly into the chilly bin and as many of the bottles of spirits as he could fit, in with them. As he had expected, most of the spirit bottles were unopened, only the vodka bottle was near empty and about a quarter of the Bacardi gone. Everything else including some of the glasses he put in the cartons that the booze had been supplied in.
Loading the chilly bin and the cartons onto the trolly and the remaining unopened cartons of beer, he headed for the door. As he passed the settee, James looked up at him.
“I’ve left you guys over a dozen beer in the fridge, I’ll get this down to the van and come back for the rest of the glasses, food, etc. Or do you want me to leave you some food? You guys haven’t eaten much.”
James replied, “No, we will are all meeting up for breakfast downstairs in the morning then leaving, so don’t leave any food.”
Dave pushed the trolly out the door and down the hallway to the housekeeping room. While waiting for the service lift to arrive, he thought about what had happened. He knew he should have been more supportive of Trish, but he was too screwed up to think straight. He was embarrassed by his own reaction and even more so by the fact he was still fucking horny and had wanted to take her on the bed, even though she was covered in other men's spunk. How sick was that!
Dave still felt some residual anger and the need to smash someone in the face. He hoped to hell Mata wasn’t still down in the loading bay, as if the guy was to say anything at all, Dave new he probably wouldn’t be able to stop from hitting him.
Moving into the loading bay, it was with some relief, he found the night porter, with his eyes glued to the TV screen. The guy jumped up guiltily and helped Dave load everything into the van. Dave explained that he had another load and that they were now staying the night in the hotel. The porter said to just leave the van in the dock overnight, as there was only one delivery on Saturday and it was usually after lunch. Dave thanked him and said when he returned he would leave the van keys with him, just in case. As he turned to close the van door he noticed some cash stuck in one of the beer mugs, he put it in his pocket with the other money he’d been given.
Dave put the insulated storage cabinet they had for transporting the food onto the trolly, then headed back up to the penthouse. When he moved into the suite, he found that James was lying back on one of the settee’s, half asleep. The doors to both bedrooms were closed so he assumed George had gone to bed and James was waiting for Trish to finish in the shower so he could also hit the sack.
Dave started loading the food cabinet with all the plates of food. He noted that they had cleaned up all the oysters, that brought a smile to his face. He had this joke he often used at a party— ‘Last time I had oysters, the wife was a bit pissed off, all but two of them were duds’. It crossed his mind that there had not been too many duds in the batch of oysters tonight. He didn’t think he would get too many complaints from the guys. They had also made a good hole in the plate of prawns, but the plates of finger foods had barely been touched, just a few club sandwiches were gone.
James moved, then looked up, so Dave asked, “Sure you don’t want me to leave any of this food?”
“No!” Replied James. “And George says to take all that beer in the Fridge as well. We won’t be touching it.”
He emptied the fridge and once he had everything loaded on the trolly, he took a final look around. He was just about to push the trolly towards the door when he remembered the video camera, he had almost forgotten it. Taking the camera and vase down from the shelf, he checked to see that James was asleep. Then slipped the camera out of the little cardboard chest, and saw that it was flashing ‘SD Card Full’. Looking at his watch he saw it was nearly 1:00 am, and realised the video would have run out about an hour ago. But it flashed through his mind that it should have gotten everything that happened in the lounge. Then he thought about what to do with it, 'should he destroy it'?
Still undecided he made the last trip down to the van. On the way back up, he stopped on the third floor and checked out the room Trish had booked for them. Everything looked alright, Trish’s cloths folded on the chair at the end of the bed. He pulled the money from his pocket and counted it, seventeen hundred dollars. They may be rich little society climbers, but they sure weren’t tight. He realised George had got two hundred from each of them and the extra hundred was for Trish’s knickers. Well that’s a relief, he thought, it should cover the clothes and the room, so the night was going to be very profitable after all.
He returned to the Penthouse, and found James still on the sofa with his eyes closed. Dave moved to slip past him, and get Trish out of the bedroom while he slept.
But the front door clicked shut and James opened his eyes. As Dave moved to the bedroom door, James spoke. “Don’t get angry again, but George is in with Maria comforting her.”
This stopped Dave in his tracks. “Can you go to bed?” He said, pointing to bedroom two. He stood and waited until James entered the other bedroom and had closed the door. Then he quietly opened the master bedroom door and slipped inside.
Trish and George were on the bed, George on top, holding himself up on his arms, pounding himself into her. Dave wanted to drag him off and punch his lights out. But Trish had her legs wrapped around George’s arse and was moaning at him to fuck her harder. He could tell she was close to another mighty orgasm, and he found himself getting rock hard.
George came first, exploding inside her, thrust after thrust, she squeezed even tighter, pulling him harder into her. It took her a few more seconds but suddenly she went very still, holding her breath and in the next two strokes, she shuddered violently, spasmed several times, jerking and still trying to pull George deeper than before, and a low moan left her mouth. Dave used that moment to turn and leave the room.
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Trish felt like dying when Dave left her in the shower. She needed comforting and wanted to cry out and ask him to stay and cuddle her. But she was too upset by the expression she had seen on his face, and just slid down to the floor and contemplated what she had done, pretty certain it had likely finished their marriage.
She didn’t know how long she sat there with the water cascading over her, but it didn’t seem more than a few minutes, and Dave returned. She saw his shape through the fogged up glass, she clamped her eyes closed, too scared to look and see expression on his face. Even with her eyes closed she saw his shadow getting into the shower with her. He tenderly lifted her onto her feet and wrapping his arms around her. She burst into tears and clung to him, he freed his arms, washed the mess from her hair, then tenderly washed all over her body, finally gently washing between her legs. When he turned her towards the spray to rinse the soap, she felt his hard erection push into her back. This sent a flood of relief flooding through her. ‘He wanted her and all was going to be OK’.
Trish pushed herself back against him, and murmured, “take me to bed and make love to me please.”
He lifted her up and out of the shower, quickly dried her off and carried her through to the bed. She never opened her eyes, not daring to look into his eyes yet, still frightened at what she might see. He held her easily in one arm and she felt him throw the covers back. Then he lowered her to the bed and crawled in and laid beside her. He kissed her tenderly, she searched out his cock, sexual need coming upon her in a wave of emotion. She found his cock and wrapped her hand around it, she’d never felt it so large, her hand would not close around it all the way. A feeling of doubt starting to seed in her mind, she opened her eyes, and there was George leaning over her, looking lovingly down into her eyes.
Trish snapped her eyes shut, evaluating what she should do. But her body betrayed her and she felt her hips rising and trying to find him. She wanted comfort, she wanted to be wanted, she could not face being left alone again. So she cried out, “Make love to me, please? Quickly, I need you in me.”
George needed no encouragement, he was more than ready. He lifted her head and pushed two pillows under her head and shoulders then rose above her, pushed her knees apart and positioned himself with his cock just hovering above her mound. But instead of thrusting into her he waited, he didn’t want to fuck her with her eyes clamped shut. He wanted to look at her beauty and see the emotions play out in her eyes. It took nearly a minute, her hips kept bucking up and searching for him. But eventually, she opened her eyes and he spoke quietly to her, “Put it in.”
Trish looked down, for the first time she saw his true size, her face showed a shadow of alarm, but she reached forward anyway, took a hold of him, and pushed his shaft down so it was lined up. He moved forward so it was gently pressing against the lips and stopped. Trish had closed her eyes but opened them again and looked down to see what was happening. This was what George wanted, he wanted her to watch it slide in, and tweaked his hips around but made no attempt to enter her.
Trish saw he wanted her to be more interactive and flicked it up and down her slit watching her juices turn his large bulbous head all wet and shiny. She pulled it up higher so it rubbed against her clit this turned her on so hard, she ejaculated a slight white squirt of fluid. She didn’t think she had ever done this before. Juices really flowing now, George easily slipped in the first two inches.
She threw her head back and shut her eyes, braced herself believing there would be some pain, especially after all the attention she had had this evening. But she was so turned on, that it dulled any pain that may have been there, and she started moving her hips trying to get every last inch inside her.
But again George stopped, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did open them, he moved his head, indicating for her to watch. She looked back down and watched as George resumed pushing his huge shaft into her. She murmured under her breath, fuck me, fuck my cunt, she was amazed that she was accepting him so easily and the effect these dirty words were having on her.
George paced himself, he could easily have come in the first few strokes he was so aroused. But he wanted this to last. He just set himself a pace of long steady strokes and marveled at watching her reactions. She was insatiable, she didn’t lift her eyes from his huge shaft sliding into her cunt, she started moaning out, “Fuck me harder.” Then, “Oh god I’m going to cum. Fuck me Fuck me.”
George started to hammer into her now, but in his peripheral vision he had seen a shadow entering the room and faintly heard the door click shut. He knew it was Dave. This dimmed his ardor slightly and allowed him to hold off and watch her cunt spasming around his shaft as she worked to her climax. The involuntary contractions, milking him until he could hold no longer, and he felt like his whole inside emptied out into her.
After Trish had her own massive orgasm, he turned his head and saw that Dave had left the room. They lay together for a while, then she reached up and clutched him to her. “What have I done” she cried out. I’ve almost certainly stuffed up my marriage tonight.”
George held her tight and cooed into her ear, calming her down. When she seemed to have relaxed a little, he spoke to her. “Dave is waiting out in the lounge for you. I could see tonight he really cares for you. When you're ready, get your dress on and go to him. I’ll stay here, so as to not cause a scene. Maybe he and his wife will have you stay over at their place tonight. Then you can get yourself together tomorrow, and go home and face your husband. He need never know, none of us guys will ever say a thing.”
Trish looked up at him, “I can’t walk out in front of those guys.”
George reached out and turned her face to him, “there is no one out there but Dave, the others have all left. But I can assure you no one here tonight had anything but respect for you.”
After a few minutes, Trish released herself from George's arms and searched out her dress. “I don’t want to wear this.” George leaped up and took a robe from the wardrobe and helped her into it. And Trish picked up her bundled dress and stepped out into the lounge.
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Dave sat on the sofa, he could hear the lovemaking in the next room, heard Trish yell that she was coming, and also some language he never expected to come from her lips. He felt rotten, guilty, as he still had a huge hard-on, and conflicted about how they were going to face each other. But then he heard he cry out, “What have I done.” And that she had stuffed up their marriage. This last exclamation, stung him into realising that he did not want to lose her. His whole life revolved around Trish, it wouldn’t be worth living if he lost her.
So when she finally came through the door, looking disheveled and as guilty as hell. He rushed over to her, and rapt her in his arms. “I love you, I’m so sorry for not stopping things and protecting you. I’m gutted that I just stood by. I don’t understand my own reactions, I can make the excuse that I was so turned on, but that doesn’t help what happened to you. Can you forgive me?”
Trish slumped against Dave and burst into tears again. She couldn’t look at him, but allowed him to walk her away from the penthouse and down in the lift to their room. He moved to put her into bed, but she pulled back, saying, “Dave I need to have a shower, I don’t want any sign of George or what I have done, on me. Will you shower me?”
So Dave took her into the shower and spend the next twenty minutes washing her clean. Then with the lights out and and only the light from the large ranch slider at the end of the bed, they climbed into bed naked and Dave tried to get her to talk.
“Look, if we are to get through this, we need to be 100% honest with each other. I love you and know you well enough to know that you are embarrassed and blaming yourself. But I feel that this is probably more my fault.” And he explained all the emotions that had run through his head during the evening.
After a while Trish started talking, and explained how she really did not understand how this has happened. But more so, she was struggling with the things she had done, things that had been so Taboo for her whole life.
He asked her if she had enjoyed all those forbidden acts. And Trish after much cajoling, he got her to admit she had.
“Dave, I’m really embarrassed, can we just forget it happened?”
Dave tried to keep his seesawing emotions in check. “No, we have to be absolutely honest and sort this out. I know it’s bloody hard, but if we don’t get every single thing on the table in the next few days, this is going to destroy us and our marriage. And I really, really don’t want that to happen. I need to know if you enjoyed some of what you did, cause it certainly looked like you did.”
Trish hid her head in the pillow and said ‘she did’. Dave lifted her head and kissed her, “Now tell me why and what bits were the most exciting.”
“It was all exciting, the whole evening, I have never been so turned on in my life. I had four orgasms, I never knew that was possible. The feeling of being so wanted by all those young men was an amazing aphrodisiac. And it just built from there and I couldn’t stop myself. ”
Dave thought for a minute and then asked. “I only remember you having three. When was the forth? And before you answer, I’m relieved that you enjoyed it, as it makes me a little less guilty at enjoying it so much myself.”
“What ones do you remember?”
“Well, the one in the lounge with Pete and George. On the bed when you were double penetrated and gave me a blow job. Then I was sitting in the lounge and heard you have one with George."
“Oh, I also came when Ted ejaculated all over my face, and that one grew even stronger, when Zach started swearing and calling me his bitch.”
“But you hate swearing.”
“I know, but even thinking about that now, makes me tingle between my legs. I don’t understand what has gone wrong with me.”
They talked for another hour, and slowly both became more honest and candid. Both finding solace in exposing all the doubts and fears they harbored. Finally when Dave ran out of questions and shut his eyes to sleep. Trish whispered in his ear, that she wanted him to make love to her. They finally closed their eyes and slept around four in the morning.
Dave woke and found Trish cuddling into him and stroking his morning erection. He saw that it was nearly ten, and felt guilty at feeling horny. But Trish made it very clear she wanted him, and they made love as they used to in the early days of their romancing. It was awkward, but exciting and almost felt like they were sleeping together for the first time. He tried uttering a couple of swear words when he had her pretty worked up and was astounded to find her responding with enthusiasm and her telling him to fuck her harder.
He thought, ‘things have really changed'. And realised he was a very lucky man.
They drove home in the van, Trish didn’t want to be alone in her car. She said she would be overcome with guilt and embarrassment and needed him near. The kids were not being returned until dinner time, so they had the rest of the day to keep discussing things. After lunch Dave saw the next-door neighbor out in his garden, so he went out and asked if he could run him into town to pick up Trish’s car. But when he told Trish he was going to get it, she insisted she go with them as she still could not face being alone.
When they returned home and resumed discussing the night, Dave said he had a question he was scared to ask, but he had to ask it. “would you like to do something like that again?”
Trish didn’t want to answer, but Dave pressed her into a response. “Oh god, I don’t want to answer, you will hate me.”
I won’t hate you. What you just said tells me your answer, but I need to hear it from your lips and we need to discuss how we handle that.”
Trish whispered. “I would like an experience like that again. But I don’t think I could do it, I’d be too embarrassed and scared of anyone we know finding out. So please don’t ask me too.”
“I won’t ask you to do anything, But if you wanted to, then I would support you and stand by you no matter what. So let’s just leave it at that.”
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On Sunday, Trish clung around Dave and the children all day. Then on Monday she started her first week back teaching and settled into meeting all her different levels of students. She came home that, night really enthused about her day.
Once Trish and the kids had left for school that morning, he had driven to a camera store and purchased a new 64Mb SD card, not wanting to return the camera to Steve, with the existing card in it. He knew he could copy it then delete the content. But no way was he going to risk Steve maybe having the knowledge of how to retrieve that data. The original SD card he took down to the shop and locked it away in his office drawer.
One great outcome from the penthouse night was that their sex life had improved out of sight, only two days after the stag do, she asked if they could do anal. He had never been a big arse man, but the fact she wanted him to do that, turned him on immensely and they made love twice that night, and Trish had massive orgasms both times.
On Tuesday, once Dave had seen the kids off to school, he went down the shop to do some tidying, painting, and planning. Dave was painting their new bathroom/changing rooms when Bob wandered in,
“I’m here to settle up for the other night,” Bob stated.
“But you already paid us up front.” Dave responded.
“I know, but I have been talking to George. He’s in raptures about the night you put on.”
Alarm crossed Dave’s face, ‘two bloody days, and George was blabbing it all over town.’
Bob saw the look on Dave’s face, “Relax he, he’s sworn me to secrecy, and I’m sure he’s not told me an eighth of what happened. But he tells me your stripper bailed at the last minute and your wife jacked up a friend's wife to fill in. What's more, he tells me her husband has no idea where she went that night, and she had to buy a dress, lingerie etc. in the hotel boutique. That must have cost a small fortune, so I’ve written a check that I hope covers it.”
Dave looked down at the cheque Bob had handed him, three thousand dollars. “this is a bit more than we spent.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve something else to run past you.”
Bob explained that George had raved about Maria, said she was beautiful and hinted she had done a lot more than just dance. He had pressed Bob to try and get her phone number, or her address. “I don’t suppose you’d give me that?”
I shook my head, “No. I’ve promised her no one will ever know about the night.”
“Well, I’m going to be entertaining some very important American guests in a couple of months. I’d like you to see if she will be the entertainment for the evening. Here’s an incentive, handing me an envelope, you sort it out, but if she’s even half as good as George has said, I will happily double that for her. And I want you guys to cater for the evening.”
Dave then brought up something that was weighing on his mind. “I have something I’m a bit embarrassed about. The booze was hardly touched, so it is all in the backroom there, can I give some of it back to you?”
Bob smiled at Dave. “Thanks for being honest, but I just told my store manager to get one of our shops to supply it. I told them it was to be for my son's stag do, they were to cover some common cocktails and not to be stingy, and to put it down to Advertising/Marketing. So I have no idea what was supplied and certainly don’t want it back. We will do the same thing for the function I just talked about, and I intend to have my store manager with me at this function, as I’m grooming him for higher things. He’s a good guy.”
After he had left, Dave sat and pondered how to handle this. He checked the envelope, two thousand dollars cash. Trish had been mortified when he told her about the seventeen hundred dollars the boys had left for her. ‘It makes me feel like a prostitute’, she had told him. It took a long hard discussion before she accepted his argument that the money was to cover her clothes etc.
He thought about her response ‘that she may like to try a repeat sometime’, but had the feeling he should leave mentioning Bob’s request for a while longer. So he slipped the two grand into the drawer with the SD card.
He thought to himself, that Bob’s function would probably be perfect if they were to try sharing again, as businessmen from the States would give them the anonymity they would want. Plenty of time though, he decided to not mention it until he heard back from Bob. They still had a bit of work to do in sorting out their emotions before something like that was going to happen again.
It was four months before Bob got back to Dave and said he had finally nailed down a distribution agreement with the American company. The three senior partners were coming down to New Zealand in just over a month. He wanted to know if Dave had spoken with Maria, and would she dance for them?
To be continued,,,,,,,
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