Chapter Three

      There was plenty of wine to wash down what Dan was sure must be far too many vegetables, though he did find the courgettes particularly tasty. Extra wine would help ease him into the night’s entertainment, as Bel had called it. She was already next to him on the sofa in the lounge, leaning over his lap stroking his cock through his trousers. It was responding nicely, with the help of a few thoughts of Francie’s lovely round bottom.

      ‘You like that, don’t you?’ Bel whispered against his ear, her voice gone all throaty and porn-starry. ‘You like it when I play with your cock, don’t you, darling?’

      He wondered if she expected the porn-star response: ‘Fuck yeah, baby, play with my cock!’ Instead he just moaned something like ‘mmmmrrrhp’ as she undid his trousers and extricated his penis with scary long nails that always made him a bit nervous. Then she went to work on him with her mouth.

      Even in his surly mood, there was no denying Bel was good with her mouth. It wasn’t long before she had him rocking and grinding against the sofa, his fingers curled in her honey-brown hair. Wasn’t it platinum blonde just last week? Who could remember from one day to the next?

      She had just pulled back to lift her top over her head, when he stopped her. ‘Not here, Bel. The servants might see.’

      ‘Who cares?’ she said.

      But as she made a second effort, he grabbed her wrist and stood, pulling her to her feet. ‘I care. Come on. Up to the bedroom with you.’ She cursed under her breath as he herded her towards the stairs, struggling to stash his erection.

      Upstairs in the bedroom, he tried to pull her to him, but she shrugged him off. ‘I have to go change.’ As she trotted off to the bathroom, even he had to admit she was lovely when she was pouting. While she rattled about at her ablutions, he stripped off his clothes. He started to get into his pajamas, thought better of it, and crawled into bed in only his boxers. He stroked his cock absently as he listened to water running, and wondered why Bel could never be spontaneous like Francie was. Thinking about her, skirt up, legs open, cunt swollen and exposed, made his balls feel full and heavy, even though he’d only been with her and had a good emptying just a few hours ago. But oh God, even the thought of her with that big-arsed courgette up her hole made him hot.

      Bel interrupted his thoughts as she came out of the bathroom in a very tiny, very sheer lace bra with matching stockings and suspenders. And a fucking towel! Which she spread on her side of the bed. ‘Sally just changed the sheets,’ she said. ‘We don’t want to get them messy, do we?’

      ‘Of course not. We wouldn’t want that, would we?’ He forced a smile and patted the bed, on top of the spread towel.

      She lay back next to him, careful to smooth her hair across the pillow. Then she gave him a heavy-lidded look and began stroking a nipple to a stiff peak beneath the thin lace.

      He thought of Francie’s lovely breasts, and his mouth watered. He pushed aside the strap of her bra, lifted a tit free and began to suck and tongue the nipple and areola.

      ‘Mmmm,’ she moaned. ‘You like my tits?’

      She knew he did. When they were first married it was all about her tits, her luscious, heavy, large-nippled tits. Back then, he couldn’t keep his hands off them. He still couldn’t, he supposed, at least not when she presented them to him so brazenly. He shoved the bra down until he could cup both her breasts, then he buried his face between them. He could suffocate in their deep soft cleavage, and in the past he had done his best to do just that. He had licked them, sucked them, spanked them, pinched them and fucked the valley between them until he had exploded in heavy spurts into Bel’s mouth. And she had sucked him dry like she was a baby at nursing time.

      Now, all he could think of was doing the same thing to Francie, though her breasts were smaller, the squeeze would be tighter, but he’d be slick from the licking she would give him beforehand. His balls clenched at the thought.

      Bel guided his hand down between her legs, sliding his fingers into the familiar pouting folds of her pussy. ‘I’m so wet for you,’ she breathed against the top of his head. She was creamy and heavy, and her clit strained against his thumb as he probed her. Her eyelids fluttered and her breath hitched, and he couldn’t wait any longer, thinking of Francie as he was. He freed his cock over the top of his boxers, crawled in between her legs and pushed home. She uttered a little cry as he began to thrust, concentrating hard on the vision of Francie’s lovely cunt full to the hilt with the courgette, imagining it was his cock pushing into her instead.

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      Damn it! Bel was so tired of Dan climbing on to her silently and going at it. Oh, he always made her come, or rather she made herself come, but it was getting harder and harder not to just fake it and be done with it. She should have known better than to ask for sex tonight. She could have slept in her bedroom, like she usually did these days, and had a good go with her vibe. It would have been easier.

      She wrapped her legs around his waist to at least get a little stimulation against her clit where she needed it.

      ‘Shall I play with your clit?’ he asked between gritted teeth.

      ‘No,’ she grunted. ‘No, I’m all right.’ He was getting close, she could tell. He might have to finish her off with his fingers if he came first, and she hated that. She hated trying to come with him nodding off, with his mind who knew where, but wherever it was, it definitely wasn’t on what he was doing to her. She shifted again to get more friction and gripped his cock tighter, straining from the effort of pressing up to meet him,

      The thought came uninvited into her head, but suddenly it was there: Ellen with the little droplets of sweat glistening against the lovely pert tops of her breasts, Ellen with her nipples pressing against the pink French-cut T-shirt that did little to disguise her lack of a bra. Ellen missing Bel’s cheek with