Pat stood downstairs in the restaurant that he had taken over with his wife a month earlier.
After moving from London to the Dutch countryside the previous year they had been searching for a business to run for themselves.
Both had stepped out of the corporate hotel world, frustrated with the lack of empowerment and the hard life of London hotels.
First challenge had been to learn the language, which was difficult, but with a lot of practice, was coming along nicely.
The restaurant was in a remote location and was frequented mostly by local residents, who, even though most Dutch people spoke a reasonable amount of English, really only spoke their own dialect and standard Dutch. However, everyone was charmed that Pat, an Irishman, would even try to learn their language.
This morning however, Pat was alone.
The background music was blasting over the restaurant speakers as he swept, vacuumed, and cleaned every surface. He had worked up a good sweat with all this work.
Outside it was a cold February morning, so the expectation was that the usual gaggle of ramblers and cyclists, who were his frequent guests, would not be coming today.
It would be a quiet morning.Pat decided to have a nice cappuccino before he would resume his work.
As he sat at the window of his restaurant, he thought about how lucky he was to have a beautiful wife with whom he could work side by side with and live in this wonderful countryside.
He smiled as he remembered this morning.
Pat was an early riser and believed in getting the onerous cleaning chores done as soon as possible so that they could concentrate on other important business matters.His wife Petra (sounds corny, Pat and Petra, but there it was) had pleaded with him
."Aw schat, blijf bij mij.Ik wil baby's maken met je." (Aw love, stay with me, I want to make babies with you.)
"Not now." Replied Pat. "Lots to do today, so I want to start early.
"Petra rolled over and buried her head in the pillow.
"You're no fun." She mumbled.
Pat kissed the back of her head and said. "See you in a bit."
He walked out the door and downstairs to the restaurant to start work.
Now, thinking about Petra, Pat began to feel something stir in the groin area.
He was totally and utterly smitten with this beautiful woman, and ever since they met two years earlier, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
Petra was short, and full of lovely curves. She wasn't fat or overweight, but she had a very womanly body, nicely filled out in all the right places. Her round face was always smiling, and she had a very gentle, almost erotic voice. Her breasts were average size, and her ass was nicely rounded.
Both Pat and Petra wanted to have a family, but somehow it wasn't happening, despite the amount of sex they were having.
Petra was insatiable, and wanted to do 'the dirty' anytime and anywhere.
With this in mind, and his cock growing by the second, Pat bounded up the stairs to find his wife leaning on the kitchen counter, idly scrolling through her smartphone.
Her nightshirt had risen up and her round ass was plain to be seen as she swayed it from side to side.
Pat noticed that she had her earphones in, so she was probably listening to her Spotify lists.
This, of course, meant that she had not heard Pat approach and that gave him a wicked idea.
Pat walked right up behind Petra and using two hands, grabbed the side of her panties and ripped them along the seam.
The panties fell loose from her right leg and were hanging along her left thigh when Pat cupped Petra under her pussy.
She gasped and started to speak "But wh..." she didn't get to finish the question as Pat slapped her right butt cheek hard with his right hand.
"Ow!" Petra cried out "what was tha...."
Again, a slap on her butt. This time on the left cheek. That stung like a bitch.
Petra was a shocked, but aroused at the same time. They had never done anything like this before, but she felt her nectar begin to seep out of her.
Pat's hand descended under her and a finger probed her pussy feeling her wetness.
He sucked the finger and decided that Petra was ready.
He unzipped his jeans, whipped out his rock-hard cock, placed it at the entrance to Petra's sex and pushed in slowly, not stopping until his full length was buried in her.
A groan from deep within escaped Petra's mouth.
Pat had still not said a single word.
He grunted as he withdrew his cock almost out of Petra, before pushing slowly into her again.
Over and over, he plumbed her depth.
Petra was so enjoying being filled that she whimpered each time he withdrew his swollen erection.
Pat grabbed a handful of Petra's hair and pulled her head gently upwards.
Now she stood at a new angle and each push of his cock brushed the front wall of her pussy along the G-spot.
Pat wrapped his hands around her taking a breast in each one and held her in this position, whilst tugging on her nipples.
Petra flushed red from her neck to her cheeks. She felt a rising sense of euphoria coursing through her which was the signal for an impending orgasm.
With Pat grunting more and more loudly and her breathing faster and shallower, they both were immersed into a frenzy of wild fucking.
Pat was now pumping her like a piston.
Petra came first. Her climax was almost violent, almost as if every single muscle in her had been tensed and suddenly they all released simultaneously.
Her legs gave way, and Pat released his hands causing her to drop down onto the counter.
Now she was only held up by Pat's cock and the support of the counter itself. Her legs twitched as her pussy released a wave of cum out of her, along Pats cock, and over his ball sack.
Her breasts were flattened under her on the cold worksurface, which strangely she didn't mind. Her brain was floating somewhere else as her climax passed through her.
All this time, Pat kept pumping his tool in and out of her pussy, getting faster and faster.
Petra's climax began to fade. But soon she felt her blood racing through every single part of her body again. Her heart was beating wildly as she felt a second orgasm rise within her.
Pat was sweating profusely as he rutted like a stag. He was close.
Still silent, he felt his seed rising.
