Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2012 03:11:37 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Foxhole. Part One.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part One.

   If I had asserted myself at the very beginning of my marriage, I would
not be in the state I now find myself.

   It would be better if I laid it all down along the line and you will see
where I went wrong and use a phrase that fits the bill and it's that
"Hindsight is the best viewing platform."

   My name is Raymond Fox and come from a middle class family based in
Southampton, that's where my parents live and where I was brought up and
educated until I went to University to major in mathematics and banking
systems. As a child, I showed a remarkable aptitude for numbers and it was
suggested that my future should be in the Stock Market, but even though the
money to be made on the floor was quite substantial if one was lucky, it
could also be a bubble that eventually would burst with those who chose
this route if they didn't get out in time. I had my sights on more of a
long term position in the banking world, not making as much money, but a
steady progression to doing so from such a stable profession.

   I earned my master's degree at twenty one and was lucky to obtain a
position with Charter's Bank, a local branch in Southampton, at the lowest
position and worked there for eight years, slowly moving up until I was
offered a post of Assistant Manager at a branch in Oxford. It was at my
last interview that I met the Chairman of Charter's Bank, Sir Eugene
Charter, the fifth member of this family whose great, great grandfather had
founded this banking empire in the city. I came to get very close to him
later as you will see. He was the senior member of the board of five who
were present at this interview, me being one of the last four being asked a
series of questions about banking and my aims within the company. It lasted
just over an hour and it was a really serious occasion with the astute
questions being asked and it wasn't until a week later that I was summoned
to the Head Office and told that I could now take over the management of
their bank in Windsor.

   My parents were delighted at this news even though I no longer lived in
Southampton having moved out to lodgings in Oxford until now, and it was
time to look for somewhere to live in the Windsor area. Not being a strong
man in terms of my physique or in any other way except in the banking
world, this position of manager really only required a quick mind in all
the aspects of this profession, the handling of money and knowledge in the
placing of it in the right places to make even more for the bank and its
customers.

   I did well there and got on with the staff under my control and it was a
happy atmosphere and a pleasure to be working with such an amiable work
force. I had been there for nearly a year when I received my invitation to
attend an annual dinner of all the managers of the branches from all over
the U.K. This was to be held at the Cumberland Hotel in Park Lane, London.

   Suitably attired in my dinner suit, I attended and was just one of over
a hundred other managers, some with their wives as well as the members of
the company's board of directors. It was not only to hear speeches of how
the bank was doing financially and a dinner but also there would be
dancing, for which I silently thanked my mother in teaching me at an early
age at how to conduct myself in the art of being able to dance well.

   On entering the ballroom, I was greeted by Sir Eugene and after shaking
his hand, was introduced to his wife, Lady Elizabeth whose hand I took and
gallantly kissed the back of it as one did in the presence of royalty or
persons of a higher standing. She smiled back at me and gave a short
curtsey and introduced me to her daughter, Vivienne whose hand I took and
kissed too, getting a deeper curtsey and an even bigger smile. Little did I
know of her mind and even to this day, know as little now as I did then.

   The dinner itself was excellent and I was very embarrassed at a part of
the speech from Sir Eugene when he called out my name, asking me to stand
as he presented me to all those gathered there saying that I was now the
youngest and newest member of our bank. There was a lot of clapping of
hands and with a very red face, gave a small bow in acknowledgement before
sitting down to receive congratulations from those sitting at the same
table as myself.

   With the meal and speeches over, we were invited to move through to the
ballroom for the dancing, where there were many small tables set around the
floor with a large one at the far end which was for the directors and their
wives to sit at during these dances. As people settled down at any other
table, I was beckoned over by Sir Eugene.

   `Well young man,' he began. `As our newest and youngest manager, we are
giving you the honour to open the dancing with Lady Elizabeth.' I felt my
face redden at this and saw the smiles on the faces of the others seated at
the table. There was nothing I could do but offer my arm to Lady Elizabeth
and escort her out onto the floor and with a bow to her as she curtsied,
the musicians started to play and we began the waltz to begin the
dancing. After a turn round the floor, others started to join in and was
soon filled with other men waltzing their partners.

   Again, I silently thanked my mother at being able to dance without
putting a foot wrong and at the end, escorted her back to the table and
invited their daughter, Vivienne for the next dance. This was a quick step
and I'm sure she deliberately moved her leg tight in between mine at every
turn and sure she felt the reaction at me having this beautiful young woman
in my arms. I even had her quite large breasts press up close to me which
caused me some confusion at knowing she could feel the erection I had
inside my trousers at this close bodily contact.

   She sweetly smiled at me at the end of the dance, her eyes shining and
it was rather erotic to see the way the tip of her tongue moved over her
lips in a brief sweeping motion before I escorted her back to her table. I
was glad to sit down and take a big gulp of my drink and hoped that I could
sit out the next dance until I had deflated somewhat. It did and I danced
with several other ladies at my table and in between, couldn't ignore the
beckoning finger of Vivienne for me to go over and have another dance with
her with the same result to my body. In fact, I had four dances with her
all told and I knew that her method of dancing with me was deliberate, just
to arouse me for her own amusement to see and feel my discomfort.

   I was glad when the dancing came to an end and people started to leave
and managed to lose myself with the others and get away. It was nearly an
hour later that I was able to get undressed in my lodgings and get into bed
and, with the thought of my dancing with Vivienne, got an erection and had
to masturbate before I could get off to sleep.

                                                         *

   It was two months later that I received a letter in our bank's post that
held an engraved invitation to attend a weekend gathering at CharterHouse,
the home of the Charter family out in the Cotswolds. Vivienne told me later
that it was her who had suggested the weekend party as she had told her
parents that she had been rather taken with the shy youngest manager at the
dance and would like to get to know him, me, a little better. She did too.

   I duly turned up on the appointed day and was greeted by her and Sir
Eugene and had a footman show me up to the room I would be occupying during
the weekend. It was when having drinks before dinner that I noted that
there would be twelve sitting down and also found that my place setting
would be next to Vivienne.

   The table talk was of a general matter, me hardly saying a word and I'm
sure I would have stuttered if I spoke too long for I constantly had the
thigh of Vivienne pressing against mine throughout the meal. I learned that
the next afternoon would be a shooting party which I declined to attend not
having ever handled a shotgun before and was sure that I would have made a
fool of myself if I had tried. I was glad when dinner was over and the
males of the party retired to the smoking room where some of them started
on cigars along with their brandy. I didn't smoke and soon made my
apologies saying that I was tired and had another footman escort me up to
my bedroom.

   Alone at last, I undressed and had a shower before cleaning my teeth and
naked, got into the large bed that dominated the room and it wasn't long
before I was asleep. But not for long for I was woken up by hearing the
door to my room being closed and I sat up.

   `Who's there?' I queried into the darkness.

   `Me. Vivienne,' came the reply and heard the whisper of clothing as she
came to the bed and felt the cover being pulled back and had her naked body
slide in and move up close to me. A heavy breast was pressed against my arm
as a hand came onto my chest to give it a sweeping motion. `I couldn't wait
to come to find out if you are as big as I felt when we danced,' she said
as the hand moved from chest and down over my stomach to find that I had
risen up at feeling the contact of her breast against my arm. `Oooh, you
are,' she breathed out as her hand curled round my erection that had sprung
up at our body contact and I started to sweat. This was because I'd only
ever had one woman before and that was at a drunken party at the University
and couldn't really remember at how I managed to fuck her, nor know her
name. I'm glad that Vivienne took over.

   `Raymond? Will you use this on me? Well in me really. It's nice and big
and I want to feel it inside me.' So, being the gentleman I was, turned and
got my body across hers as she opened her legs for me to get in
between. Her breasts I squashed a bit with my chest before I lifted myself
up onto my elbows and moved up and felt the head of my cock unerringly find
its way into the slippery warmth of her body, moving in until our pubes met
and heard her give out a big sigh and felt her internal muscles start to
squeeze me, making my cock twitch before I started to move in my first fuck
of her.

   `Oh Raymond, I love this,' she panted to my moving myself inside her,
her arms up and her hands gripping my shoulders as she began to get into
the same rhythm as myself, but such was my desire to please her, I started
to come too soon and was really ramming myself into her as I started to
give her my semen. `Yes, yes, yes,' she moaned at every spurt that I sent
into her until I came to a stop, breathing rather heavily.

   `You didn't come,' I panted, feeling her hard nipples brushing my chest
with every intake of breath.

   `No. You came too soon. Maybe next time with you now having come once,
it will probably be slower,' and gave out a little cry as I eased myself
up, feeling her trying to hold my erection from slipping out of her. As I
rolled onto my back as she too rolled, but onto her side and kissed me.

   `Will you go down on me now?' she asked.

   `Go down? Down where?' I was that green in those days as regards to
having sex with a woman.

   `Between my legs and suck me,' she said, and I thought I caught a touch
of petulance in her voice.

   `Oh,' I said, not really knowing what was expected of me in regards of
this, but I moved and slid down the bed and in between her legs, moving by
touch really for I couldn't see in the dark. I felt her pubic hairs with my
chin and knew I was close and moved down a little more, smelling her
fragrance and found the lips of her sex with my tongue. Not really knowing
what to do, pushed my tongue between the soft lips and found her all wet
inside as I ran my tongue round the insides and felt a small nodule and
felt her give out a shiver as my tongue touched it. This I guessed was what
she wanted and so kept flicking my tongue against it as well as running the
tip over it as she moaned and felt her legs trying to come together at my
doing this.

   How long does she want me to do this I thought? Moving my tongue further
round and guessed that I had found the entrance to her vagina where I could
feel the most wetness. I managed to get some of my tongue inside this as
she began to squirm and buck and had her thighs tightening themselves
against my head and she then gave out a big shudder and I felt some hot
fluid come down onto my tongue and some into my mouth.

   So this was her orgasm, ran through my mind and found that it wasn't
that bad, though it didn't say much for my prick if it was my tongue that
gave her this orgasm.

   It took some effort to prise her thighs away from my head for I was
desperate to get some air into my lungs and took deep breaths when my face
came free.

   `Oh Raymond,' she moaned, tugging at my ears, making me then move back
up her body to relieve the strain she was putting on them until I was back
up on top of her, to have her pull my head down and kiss me quite
passionately. `That was just lovely Raymond,' she breathed into my ear. `I
really needed that,' glad that she'd broken off the kissing to speak for I
needed air again.

   I rolled myself off of her and did not just lie there, but kept a hand
on one breast, moulding it and running the palm over the nipple that had
now gone a little soft. Her hand also moved, but down the bed and took hold
of my now limp dick and kept moving it about for a while until it started
to get hard again.

   I lasted longer this time as I mounted and fucked her for the second
time, keeping up a slow rhythm until she began bucking beneath me and had
her fingers digging deep into my shoulders as she began to have her second
orgasm. I had been holding myself back a little this time and it was a
relief to let go as she thrashed about as she came.

   `That was much better this time,' she breathed out when I rolled off of
her and had her stroking my still hard erection. `We should do this again
soon but I must go back to my room now,' and with her giving me a quick
kiss, got out of bed and I could hear the rustle of what I thought must be
her dressing gown being put on before she left me to go to sleep and dream
of the woman I'd just had.

                                                          *

   In the morning, after a shower and shaving among other things in the
bathroom, got dressed and made my way down to the dining room where I found
all the males getting their breakfast and being entertained by Vivienne.

   `Good morning everybody,' I said when I entered the room and they
chorused in reply with Vivienne jumping up from her chair.

   `Good morning Raymond. My, do seem rather perky this morning. Did you
have a good night?' she asked with a smile, her eyes alight and saw her
tongue whisper itself over her lips.

   `Yes thank you. Best night I've had in ages,' I said and accepted her
offer to get me my breakfast which she did, putting the full plate down to
next to where she had been sitting.

   `Are you going shooting with the others?' she asked, sitting down next
to me.

   `No,' I mumbled through a mouthful of food. `I'm not sure what to do.'

   `Case settled,' she said. `You can keep me company and see the house and
grounds properly.' I had no answer to this and so, after breakfast, she
gave me a tour of the house.

   Now I hadn't really taken in the size of the place when I had first
arrived and now found how magnificent it was and perfectly coordinated in
the choice of furniture and the like, in all the rooms, and said as much,
which appeared to please her as she smiled back.

   We shared a light lunch out on one of the patios and I was given a tour
of the gardens, finishing up at a small gazebo next to a miniature lake
that, as she told me, had been filled with fish for her father and friends
to fish out of the shooting season. We could hear the sounds of gunfire off
in the distance of the shooting party as she took me inside where, among
other things, was a chaise longue to which she pulled me.

   Well it wasn't long before she had my hand inside her blouse to massage
a breast, her not wearing a bra, and not long before I was on top of her
and giving her another orgasm as we fucked there in the gazebo. Needless to
say, she was back in my room for another session of us coupling that night
and it quite exhausted me, fucking her twice as well as going down on her.

   In some ways, it was a relief when the weekend finished and I gave my
thanks to Sir Eugene and Lady Elizabeth as well as Vivienne for a lovely
weekend as I said my goodbyes, but I then felt rather lonely when I was
back in my lodgings in Windsor.

   After that, I seemed to get an invite every other weekend to either go
racing, of which Sir Eugene owned two racehorses, or a football match, him
also being the owner of a football club. At each and every event I went to,
I had Vivienne in attendance and I must say, she looked really gorgeous
dressing up for a race meeting where one of her father's horse's was
running. Being a bank manager, I didn't believe in gambling and only used
money on certain things, definitely not to be used on a race course. She
seemed quite miffed when I said that I never backed horses, but eventually
gave in and placed a bet on her father's horse, though she didn't know that
I backed it each way and so when it came in second, I at least got back
more than my stake money with the odds being twelve to one.

   We didn't have sex during these outings but had her in my room sometime
during the night and came to love having her in bed next to me, only having
to roll over to fuck her instead of masturbating.

   I was collared by Sir Eugene one evening after dinner, having our
brandy. `Well my boy, our Vivienne has taken quite a shine to you,' he
said. `She seems to want you up here as often as she can. What do you think
or read into that?'

   `Well sir. She's a very lovely forward girl and it's hard to resist any
suggestions she makes,' thinking of my time in bed with her. `I enjoy her
company as much as I like coming here to see you and your wife.'

   `Well said my boy, and thank you for the comments,' and I'm sure that he
had a twinkle in his eyes at this and wondered if he knew or was guessing
that I had slept, after a fashion, with her. But it later led him to ask me
if I had any intentions towards her? His thought I could see was if I had
marriage in mind and had my mouth speaking before my brain was in gear. For
I then asked if he would agree to my courting of Vivienne with this
intention and got a slap on the back and had his consent and that of his
wife, he added.

   So now having said it, I had to go along with it and eventually proposed
to Vivienne and had her accept.

                                                          *

   What a lavish affair the wedding was. There must have been a hundred
guests attending, most being from her side as I only had my parents and
members of my staff from the bank on that Saturday morning. It was held in
the church local to CharterHouse and the reception in the grounds of their
mansion with two marquees and an orchestra. Plenty of food and drink for
all the guests and mother and father lapped it up, me marrying into this
obviously wealthy family. My assistant in the bank was my best man and did
rather well in his speech at the reception, no doubt currying favour for me
to put his name forward as a future manager of one of the branches, which I
did eventually. We had many wedding gifts that were put out on display
except for two, which were from my now father and mother-in-law, because
one was a house in Windsor and a Bentley that would be ready when we
returned from our honeymoon.

   It had all been laid on by her father and after the reception, we
changed into travelling clothes and were driven to Heathrow Airport and
boarded a Lyons Airway plane that only carried twenty passengers and of all
things, had a bedroom aboard, well two actually. It was only after takeoff
that we were allowed in to this small room that was filled with this flying
mattress where we quickly got our clothes off and joined the mile high
club.

   I was lovely to be inside my new wife, fucking her as I looked out
through the small window and could see the white clouds far below us and
later, she was straddling me to get the same view as she fucked herself in
this position on top of me.

   We even got to sleep on this flying mattress and were quite perky when
we landed at Nassau, only to get on another plane, one that can land on
water, a seaplane. This was the ferry as it were, to Lyon Island, that
boasted of having a beach where clothes were optional. In other words, a
nudist beach. Vivienne was all for this and after having our gear placed in
our room, went and visited this beach.

   It was grand to lay there naked in the sun and watch the beautiful tits
passing by though Vivienne remarked more on the men, comparing the size of
their tackle as well as trying to guesstimate the weight of their balls. An
hour was enough for our first day as we were already going rather red and
so spent the rest of the day, it being five hours difference to England's
time, in our room. The meals were superb and the staff most cordial and
helpful, but we spent most of our time down on this special beach.

   After a week, were both a nice golden brown and Vivienne cried off for
the odd hour or two while I stayed there getting even browner while she
went off to our room. I only found out a year or so later that during that
second week, she had been having it off with two of the other guests as
well as having one of the black members of staff fucking her while I was
still sunning myself on the beach. I didn't know then that I had married a
nymphomaniac and wanted sex as many times as she could get and didn't care
the age, colour or creed of the man fucking her.

   Well anyway, the honeymoon came to an end and we flew back to an
indifferent climate in England and found that our new house had been fully
furnished to suit her tastes. Unlike the mansion that she had previously
lived in, we didn't have any servants, and I, having lived in lodgings, had
learned to cook and so I did most of the cooking of our meals while she did
the most minimal of housekeeping. This she did while I was back at work in
the bank.

   As promised by my now father-in-law Sir Eugene, a Bentley was there in
the garage and this then replaced my old Ford that I had previously used. I
felt quite proud of driving this new car to the bank, having my own private
parking slot at the rear.

   When the weekend came round, I usually stayed in bed a little longer and
she gave me a surprise this first Saturday morning by getting up before me
and said that she would see to bringing me breakfast in bed. Now that was
the first surprise at offering to do this and I stayed there in
anticipation and then got a second surprise when she brought in the tray
for she had dressed herself up as a maid. I couldn't get over this and we
had the fun, after eating our breakfast there, of playing about on the bed
in my seducing of this maid and fucking her there whilst still wearing her
underwear.

   What I didn't know that this was a prelude of getting me to dress up as
the maid and serve her breakfast in bed which is what she wanted on the
Sunday. I argued about this after our frolics on the bed but in the end,
gave way and agreed to dress up as she wanted.

   So later that afternoon, with both of us naked, she helped me get
dressed in these female garments. Mind you, I found it quite erotic as I
rolled the black stockings up my legs to fix them to the suspender belt she
had helped fix round my waist. So erotic, that I got an erection at the
feel of these stockings moving up my legs and had it sticking out in front
of me as she helped me with the bra, padding the cups out with some
handkerchiefs.

   The dress was rather short for me, being somewhat taller than her, so
you could get brief glimpses of the stocking tops as I moved. She even
found a wig for me to wear so that the little cap could be fixed to the top
and with the final pinny round my waist, I really looked like a female as I
saw myself in the wardrobe mirror. This made my cock stick out even more
and this could clearly be noted with the front of the dress pushed out in
front of me.

   So this was the way I was dressed the following morning as I made her
breakfast and delivered it to our room and then had the fun of having her
seduce me into having sex with me still wearing the underthings, the dress
being the only item of clothing taken off.

   I was in the middle of fucking her when she gave me a new name. `With my
surname now being Fox, this is what I am going to call you when you are
dressed like a maid. Renard instead of Raymond, Renard being the French for
fox,' she said.

   I gave a few grunts before replying. `With you now being a fox too, and
being a female, you should be called Vixen instead of Vivienne.'

   `The male fox is known as a dog,' she replied.

   `Oh. Well let's leave it as Vivienne then,' I said, pushing myself
harder into her as I came, feeling her squeeze my cock as I did so.

   She gave out a big sigh as I pulled out and rolled over onto my back,
and looking down my body, it seemed strange to see my cock, still hard,
lying up on my stomach and almost touching the suspender belt. This looks
rather silly, I thought to myself at seeing my stocking covered legs and
the bra across my chest, but that is what she wanted, so be it.

   I got up from the bed and picked up her breakfast things and put them on
the tray, and as I moved past the end of the bed she called out. `Renard,'
and I turned round and saw the light flash on the camera she now had in her
hand. Where she had got it from, I don't know, but she now had a picture of
me inside the bedroom wearing this female attire and showing what I had
between my legs.

   `Vivienne no!' I cried, nearly losing the tray in my hand.

   `Too late,' she laughed as she aimed it at me again and took another
picture. I could only give her a grimace and turned to leave the bedroom,
but I wasn't quick enough for her to take yet another one, showing my naked
backside before I could get out of the door.

   I must say that later when I saw these pictures on the computer, I could
see that they weren't bad in an erotic way and so later, agreed to have
some more pictures taken with me wearing the maid's dress too. Mind you,
these pictures came back to bite me later.

   So this became our practice every weekend that she would be the maid on
the Saturday morning and I would get the thrill of donning this female garb
on the Sunday and at her coaxing, stayed dressed like this for the rest of
the day. She even got me a pinny to wear because when I prepared and cooked
dinner, she insisted that I took the dress off so as not to get it splashed
with oil or whatever, when cooking. So I would wear the underwear and have
this pinny on so that I wouldn't drop anything hot down my front. She took
another picture of me like this and it looked rather funny seeing the long
white tapes of the pinny hanging down between the cheeks of my bare
bum. She even took a couple of me full frontal when I had an erection and
these looked most incongruous being dressed as a female and yet have an
erect cock sticking out in front of me.

                                                         *

   It was a couple of months later when I was in the bank that I damaged my
left hand. The vault had been opened but I saw it begin to close and
guessed that it hadn't been fixed to the fitting that held it open. I
pushed the door back and was using my left hand to lift the catch that
fitted over the handle to hold it in place, but I pushed a bit too hard and
went and got my hand caught between this handle and the catch. Now the door
is not a light one and is of a considerable weight and couldn't help giving
out a cry as my hand got trapped in the catch.

   It took two assistants to help me get my hand out, one easing the door
slightly while the other lifted the latch to get my hand out. Christ did it
hurt! I had tears in my eyes at the pain and was glad to have a chair
placed behind me to sit down on or I think I would have keeled over. I sat
there holding my left hand with my right, fighting to hold the tears back
as I looked at the blood on my hand and the fast swelling that was
appearing through it.

   `Shall I call an ambulance?' one of the girls asked.

   `No,' I said through gritted teeth. `Just a taxi to take me to the
hospital.'

   This was done and I gave instructions to my assistant manager to see to
the locking up the bank as I didn't think I would get back from the
hospital till after closing. Also be prepared to open the next day in case
I didn't turn up. This he agreed to do and wished me well as I left when
the taxi arrived.

   I was in the hospital three hours where they first gave me some pain
killers and then cleaned the hand for x-rays and found that I hadn't broken
anything apart from the skin and it would show up heavily bruised
later. They put some creams on it before putting bandages on it and told me
to go home and rest it.

   I got a taxi just outside of the hospital and decided not to go to the
bank but straight home even though there was still another couple of hours
before closing time. This dropped me off outside my house and I went
indoors.

   `Is that you Raymond?' Vivienne called down from upstairs.

   `Yes dear,' I replied.

   `You're early. Well as you are, be Renard and bring up a pot of coffee
and two cups please,' she said before I heard the door of the bedroom then
close.

   Oh shit, I said to myself, but shrugged my shoulders and went up to the
spare room and got out the maid's underwear and dress as well as the wig
and cap before I took my clothes off to put these on. It took some time
with having my damaged hand virtually useless in doing this, but I managed,
knowing that I would get all kinds of sympathy when she saw it.

   So dressed up as the maid, I went back downstairs and made the coffee
and when it was ready, put it on a tray with two cups, milk and sugar and
took it upstairs. It was a bit of a job balancing the tray to get the door
open, but I did and went inside and nearly dropped the tray.

   For there in bed with Vivienne was another man! My eyes must have almost
popped out of their sockets at seeing her sitting up, bare breasted and
this other man lying next to her showing his bare chest.

   `Wha...what...what the fuck is he doing there?' I stuttered, now feeling
very foolish to be standing there dressed as a maid and trying not to lose
the tray I was holding. `And why is he in bed with you?' A foolish question
to ask when you come to think of it.

   `Well at the moment, he's resting,' she said without the slightest qualm
in speaking the way she was. `He's just been fucking me, and it was great!
Look!' and she flipped down the sheet that was covering this man's lower
body and saw that he had an erection that was quite big, lying up on his
stomach. `Big isn't he?' I'm sure my face had gone quite red at seeing her,
and him, lying in bed there and now also seeing the big cock that he had
just fucked her with out in full view.

   `But...but...You're .....,' was all I managed to get out as she
interrupted me before I could utter the words, "my wife."

   `Yes, and you are my maid and this is Richard, my lover,' she said in
such a calm voice that you would have thought that she was reading a script
or something to appear so blasé about it. What made it look worse was
that she then began stroking this man's cock. `I'm sorry Richard, but we'll
have to call it a day now that he's come home earlier than expected.' And
she astounded me again by leaning over and giving him a kiss. I could have
thrown the tray at him as he kissed her back and moved, and got out of
bed. The cheek of the bastard was that he smiled at me as he stood up,
bollock naked as he did so, and I'm glad that I still held the tray and not
thrown it at him and hit him with my right hand. Because I would have lost
that fight hands down for he stood at least a few inches up over six foot
and built like a brick shithouse.

   I could only stand there and watch as he put his clothes on before
bending back over the bed and giving Vivienne another kiss. `Till tomorrow
then,' he said in a strong voice and turned to me as he left.

   `Nice to have met you Renard,' he smirked as he went out and heard him
go downstairs and out of the front door.

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