Catering For A Stag Do Chapter 2
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Dave walked in the front door, having just arrived home from a rather tedious day at work.
He was greeted by Trish, as she stood up from the computer desk and pecked him on the cheek.
“Dinner should be just about ready. Go get that suit off,” she said, spinning around and heading into the kitchen.
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Dave and Trish had been married for sixteen years. He was twenty-seven when they met at a dress-up party. He had gone along dressed as a chef, whereas Trish was dressed as a policewoman. She had instigated the first contact, asking him if he could actually cook. He had responded with, “I bet you really enjoy your work, picking up bad boys every day.”
They teased one another all night and departed with the promise to meet in a couple of days and he would cook her dinner. Dave had had several girlfriends before he met Trish, a couple of them very serious affairs. And there had been a string of one-night stands.
He was the last of all his friends to marry, telling them when they ribbed him about it, “Why should I be tied to one woman when there are so many beauties out there, keen to have fun?”
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Dave had always gotten on well with the opposite sex; his father had left when he was three, so he was brought up in a house of females, and his easygoing nature meant he was never shy about striking up a conversation.
Patricia was the polar opposite, she was the stereotypical “good girl”. Popular because of her good looks, she was full of empathy and quick to help any of her friends in need. But she never crossed the line, always excusing herself when any situation looked like getting out of hand.
She was only twenty when they met. Dave had known from the second he first plucked up the courage to talk to her that she was the one. But although they got on really well that first night, he was under no illusions about his prospects once she learned of his wayward past. Their conversations quickly made him aware that she had high morals and lived a life far removed from his gigolo-like past.
Their first few dates went really well, way above Dave’s expectations. Still, he was astounded when, after only three weeks of dating her, she snuck him into her parent's caravan, and let him get past first base, something he knew no other guy had ever achieved. And the next weekend, he had dared to take her home to his house, his parents being away, and she eagerly climbed into his bed to lose her virginity.
He changed his wayward ways overnight and pursued her relentlessly. She was a totally different person behind a bedroom door. Inventive and adventurous in the sack, he truly thought he was the luckiest man in the world.
Dave had had many interesting jobs, but none of them high paying. For the last five years, he had been doing the accounts for a small company. He had taken the job because the money was steady and on average, far better than what he had been earning as a part-time handyman/builder.
However, now five years later, he found he was doing all the work of a qualified accountant, but receiving half the pay. He and Trish were struggling to put aside money for holidays or new cars etc. They had discussed Trish going back to work and Dave going back to school to get his accountants degree. Dave was not keen, he really was not enjoying his job that much and needed a new challenge.
They had joined the local tennis club soon after they were married. And as they both loved cooking and organizing, in time they had fallen into catering all the events held at the club. Most of these were voluntary and they received no remuneration, except for the odd function privately organized by a club member.
Over the last year, however, they had catered for two private weddings, plus a couple of stag do’s, and all of these had been quite profitable. Dave and Trish had discussed what it would take to start their own business and do catering full time. He wanted to quit his job and build up the number of functions they did. But it was a huge step, giving up a secure wage, for such an uncertain future.
It was not only the job that was in a rut after sixteen years and two children, but the excitement in the bedroom had also greatly diminished. This was partly just the nature of all marriages, but also the time given to bringing up a son and daughter, and his long hours spent at work.
A couple of months previously it had come to a head, and after a rare argument, they had sat down and discussed why they were arguing lately. Their sex life they had discussed at length and Trish’s solution was to try role-playing and put some spice back into their marriage.
The first weekend after their confrontation, Trish had waited until the kids were in bed, then leaving Dave watching Friday night rugby, she had slipped away and donned a maid's outfit she had hired that morning. She slipped back into the lounge and moved around the room, dusting. Dave vaguely realized she was in the room but was wrapped up in the game. He was getting a little annoyed as she was flicking her duster around his head and breaking his concentration.
When he finally woke up to why she was being so annoying and saw the maid's outfit, he immediately attempted to lift her skirts as she got close to him. Trish just ducked away and told him, “Mr Hamilton, behave yourself or I will report you to the front desk.”
He leapt up and followed her around the room, trying to get her to stop playing silly buggers; she had him so horny, he didn’t want to play games. Trish didn’t drop her guard, however, and kept him at bay for a good while, before he finally trapped her at the foot of the stairs, forced her to her hands and knees, lifted the short dress and took her there while keeping an eye out for the children upstairs.
He was in such a rush he didn’t pull her knickers down, but just ripped them to one side, and drove his way in past them. It was too quick, but they then rushed up to the bed and made love a second time, something they had not done since their earliest years.
The following weekend they had a function to cater at the tennis club on a Saturday night, and so had arranged to have the children stay over at her parents for the night. Both sets of grandparents loved having the kids, and almost fought each other over whose turn it was. Dave’s parents had taken them to Disneyland in LA the previous summer holidays, and this summer, Trish’s parents were taking them to the adventure parks on the Gold Coast in Australia.
With the kids gone, and not having to drive them to school sports and so on, Dave spent the morning in the garden. After lunch, he went out the back again and was making mounds for the crop of strawberry plants he’d bought earlier, when around the corner of the house skipped Trish, dressed up in a schoolgirl's outfit.
Dave sat on the bed removing his shoes and reminisced; a sunny day with a clear blue sky, Demi Moore skipping around the lawn in a schoolgirl uniform. Everyone thought that Trish looked like Demi Moore. Even strangers had made the comment when meeting her for the first time. But he thought she was more natural-looking than Demi Moore; she had an inner glow and innocence that stopped people dead in their tracks.
Dave’s mouth dropped open, and he almost fell face down in the dirt when he saw her. She called out to him, “Hi, Mr Hamilton, what are you planting? Mum has sent me over to see if you would help me put some boxes up on the shelf in our garage sometime today.”
She came and stood beside him, cut a model pose, and asked him if he liked her legs. He turned to look, as she lifted her short pleated skirt up past the top of her legs, revealing she had no panties on.
“Fuck!” exclaimed Dave, as he took a grab, trying to cup her between her legs.
“Why Mr Hamilton! Behave yourself or I’ll tell my mother on you.”
He chased her around the back yard, every time he caught her, she made to scream her head off, and he let her go. Finally, he didn’t give a shit about the neighbours and throwing a tarpaulin over the wheelbarrow full of garden rubbish, he picked her up bodily, bent her over the barrow and had his way with the impish young schoolgirl. She was crying out the whole time in role-play character, “Mr Hamilton, what are you doing to me? Stop it, you filthy man!”
When Dave had finished, he realized he had come far too fast and had a very frustrated schoolgirl on his hands. He rolled her off the barrow and onto her back on the lawn and attempted to finger her to an orgasm. But Trish didn’t want it this way, pushing him away when he brought her too close to a climax. She rolled him over onto his back, and took him in her mouth, working him until he was hard again.
“This time, Mr Hamilton, look after this little girl or I’m going to scream out and bring the neighbours running."
And he did take his time, holding himself up above her, taking in her beauty. He fucked her to a noisy climax, in the middle of their back lawn.
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Everyone thought their marriage was perfect, and 90% of the time it was. But little things did annoy Dave. Like Trish’s abnormal embarrassment at anything that made her stand out. She dressed down for all occasions when they went out, scared she would stand out and people would think her above herself.
Dave wanted to show her off and over the years had bought her sexy dresses and lingerie, but he had given up now, as it was such a fight to get her to wear any of it. She was almost game for anything behind the closed door of their bedroom, but in the company of others, it was quite a different story.
And her honesty made him mad at times. Like when they got to a venue early to buy tickets, only to find there was already a line right around the block. A friend of a friend was in the line near the front, and called to them he had saved their places, indicating them to get in front of him. But Trish straight refused and dragged Dave around the block to the back of the line. Forty-five minutes later when they were only five from the ticket booth, it was announced that the show was booked out.
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Dave pulled on some casual clothes and started for the bedroom door, to go down to dinner. He saw Trish’s business suit cast onto the chair by their bed. It reminded him of their activities the night before. Every month, Trish attended a tennis committee meeting. She always wore a plain but smart suit to this. When she returned home about 10:15, she sat on the arm of the couch, and after inquiring about the kids and how long they had been in bed, she asked, “Do you come to Auckland often?”
Dave realized she was up for a role play, and replied, “No! First time here.”
“Oh!” Trish exclaimed, “I’ve never spoken to a black man before. What part of the States are you from?”
Dave slipped into the story with ease, and in his best southern drawl. “I’m from New Orleans, ma’am. Just here for a few days, trying out for your local basketball team.”
“Oh! I thought you may be a football player, you are so big and powerful looking. Could I feel your muscles?”
“Sure, ma’am, you want to try these or these?” He inquired, taking her hand and placing it on his forearm, before moving her hand down to his thigh.
“Why, you are a naughty man. My mother told me about men like you and to never touch them below the waist.”
This banter went to and fro for some time before Dave finally convinced her he would behave himself. And she should follow him to room 515.
“An innocent young businesswoman like myself, can’t be seen going to a bedroom with a man, let alone a big black man. I will come up in ten minutes if I can pluck up the courage. I would love to feel those muscles.”
She had come up to the bedroom a good twenty minutes later when he was just about to go downstairs and take her wherever he found her. She kept up the innocent woman with a big black man charade right up to the final moments of their lovemaking. Crying out about his huge cock and how it was tearing her apart.
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Thinking about this as he went down the stairs to dinner, Dave got so hard he had to go to the downstairs bathroom and run cold water over himself before he was able to go and sit with Trish and the kids.
When he did sit down at the table, he asked Trish how her day had been.
“Not bad, I looked at a shop today, that might just suit our needs.”
Dave felt a surge of anticipation. “Where? How much?”
“It’s only a couple of miles away. It was a fish and chip shop but it has gone bust three times in the last two years, so the owner is a bit desperate to sell. It has a lot of commercial kitchen stuff already installed, and he’s prepared to drop the price he has been asking. So effectively, we would get all the kitchen stuff and fittings for free. It's in a bad state of repair, so I’ve said we will meet him there tomorrow at lunchtime, and you can decide if it would be worth renovating. Is that OK with you?”
“Fantastic, the best news I’ve had all day. I’d better get onto the bank in the morning and see what we can re-mortgage the house for.”
Dave got up and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate the good news. He wasn’t at all bothered about the building work. He’d worked on house renovations and shop fit-outs, before. The shop could work out well, as, in the last couple of days, they had been asked to do a much bigger wedding, and there were some other functions that were coming up through friends.
The fact that it was October and they thought they could get some Christmas functions, also worked in their favour. So they made the decision that night, that if the shop deal came off, he would chuck in his job, and remortgage the house and start their new enterprise.
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In early October, they came to an agreement with the owner of the shop. They bit the bullet, remortgaged the house, and went about purchasing materials and equipment they needed, plus a small van. The day they moved into the shop, they got a phone call about doing a stag party. They took this as a very good omen for their future.
All of their early functions were a success, including two at the tennis club, which they now charged a nominal fee for. But it was the stag do’s that were the most profitable, as the food was basic and cheap and the booze was where they really made money. Dave had found a strip club the would let them have a girl for two or three hours for $500. If they hired a minder as well, then it cost another $300, but the manager of the club recognized that Dave was big enough to handle any trouble makers and so did not make him hire the minder.
For their first stag do they hired Silvia. She was attractive and had a figure that was very easy on the eyes. She had been stripping for a while and so really didn't need a minder. She coped easily with the rude comments and attempts to grope her. Putting the young guys in their place, yet keeping them all happy.
Trish wanted to help at the stag do's, as she was intrigued to see what went on. Really her only experience of stripping was when they watched Demi Moore in the movie Striptease. They had watched this a couple of time., Dave thought this was because of her friends going on about her looking like Demi.
But as for her being at the stag do, Dave put his foot down and told her the guys would not feel comfortable having a mother figure looking on from the wings, and he could handle the food and drinks easily on his own. This ‘mother figure’ comment did not go down at all well, but she capitulated.
The second stag do was for a young man whose parents were members of the tennis club. There were to be about twenty guys. One of them approached Dave and asked about getting a couple of girls that would do a lesbian act for them. Several of the boys were tennis club members and were concerned about Dave informing their parents, but he assured them they would hear nothing from him.
Dave approached Silvia, she said she could arrange it and as she wasn't working that night. She asked if would he just pay her cash and not tell mention it to her boss. She gave him a cost for the two of them, this he passed onto the boys. They were over the moon and gave him the go-ahead.
When he got home that night, he informed Trish of what was planned. Again, she voiced that she wanted to be there. She argued that with the extra bodies, Dave would need her help. But again Dave put her off as the boys from the tennis club were definitely going to have their night ruined with one of the mothers being there. But he promised her he would sneak a couple of photos with his small Canon IXUS, and tell her all about it afterwards.
The night was a roaring success. Silvia brought along a girl from her strip club and although they kept their knickers on, they gave a very good show of sixty-nine-ing and bringing themselves to a huge orgasm. There was a lot of groping and Dave had to interject quite a bit to stop it from getting totally out of hand. At the end of the night, he noted that the girl Silvia brought along went home with one of the young guys.
When Dave got home that night, even though it was late, Trish was waiting for him. She wanted to know all about what went on and see the pictures. They were not very good, as the lighting had been terrible. But his description of what the girls got up too, and the photos got Trish very aroused.
She pulled him into the bedroom, and did a sensual strip herself, questioning him all throughout, how she compared to the girls. When she was totally naked and climbed on top of him, she was as wet as he had ever felt her.
He pulled her down with his left hand and kissed her, his other hand between her legs massaging her clit. After a minute, he pushed her up and raised his head to her breast. Then took her sensitive nipples in his mouth, tugging on her rubbery points with his teeth, all the while, his other hand still working on her clit.
Then sliding two fingers deep inside her, his thumb still hard against her clit, he really worked at giving her the release she needed. Trish rewarded Dave with a series of increasingly loud moans. When Dave felt her vagina tighten on his kneading fingers, he flipped her over onto her back and took her hard and fast, still nibbling on those now rock hard nipples. Her juices were flowing freely, making it easier for him to move even faster and hammer her into a massive orgasm.
"That was amazing," Trish sighed, before rolling away and closing her eyes. Dave agreed with her, then snuggling up beside her, they both drifted off to sleep.
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In the last two weeks of the year, they had a couple of very successful Christmas functions and one New Years' function, but after that, the work just dried up. They had nothing for January, and only one tennis function planned for February. Trish thought they would be OK, but Dave was very worried, as they were quickly eating into all their meagre reserve funds.
To be continued…
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