Risy Business

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.

He kept the pace of his strokes high and soon his cock swelled even more, spewing his cum into Petra's pussy.

Spurt after spurt kept coming and Pat roared out."Aaaaaaaagh!, fuck yeah." as he stood still now, panting, gasping for breath.

Petra lay still, slumped on the counter, mumbling to herself. Her second orgasm had washed over her, sending her into a cloud of bliss.

Pat's cock went soft, and he slipped out of her.

As he turned to walk towards the bathroom, Petra called him."Schat (darling) I don't know what got into you, but I do know what got into me, and I loved it. I feel well and truly fucked now.

"Pat smiled. "You're so welcome." He said. "That was fun. We've got to do this more often."

Pat went to the bathroom to clean up, leaving his wife slumped into a chair,

dreaming as she recovered.

She was surprised that she had enjoyed the slaps on her butt cheeks even though they were now quite red.

She stood to examine them and laughed as she saw the clear outline of Pat's hands on each cheek."Well, I am now officially a marked woman." She thought. "I shall have to plan my revenge."

Part 2Petra gets her sweet revenge:

The very next day as Pat had finished preparing the restaurant to open, Petra came downstairs.

Pat was standing behind the bar, and had just finished polishing the copper beer taps which adorned the top of the bar.

It was 5 minutes before opening at 12 and Pat had already unlocked the entry door. The chef was not expected until 12.30 as that was when the lunch menu was available.

Outside it was still cold and they expected another quiet morning.

Petra sidled up to Pat with a wicked grin on her face. She wore a simple cotton dress with a flower pattern which was reasonably low cut in the front.

As she bent forward to talk to Pat, he could see she wasn't wearing a bra and her delicious breasts hung free. He also noticed that her nipples were aroused and poking against the front of her dress when she stood up straight.

"Did you just flash your tits at me?" Pat asked.

"Maybe." Petra replied as she bit on her lower lip coquettishly.

Pat felt his cock spring to life as he wondered what Petra had in mind for him.

She had warned him that she would exact sweet revenge for the fucking she had gotten yesterday.

Petra grabbed Pat's belt buckle and undid it. She opened the top button of his jeans and pulled his zipper down.

"Petra." Hissed Pat. "The front door is open. Someone might come in."

"I know." Petra replied. "All the more fun." she added as she slid her hand into Pat's shorts and around his ever-harder cock.

She extracted his erection and dropped to her knees.

Pat leaned back against the bar counter grabbing the edges with his hands. He had his back to the restaurant.

Petra licked around the head of Pat's cock causing him to suck a deep breath through his teeth.

As she sucked the glans between her lips, she used her tongue to massage the crown causing Pat to suck in a deep breath.

Petra sucked Pat's cock deeper into her mouth. Her right hand wrapped around the base of the shaft and her left hand was caressing Pats ball sack.

Pat was really wound up.

The risk of someone walking in at any time, and the way Petra was sucking him off was blowing his mind.

Up and down, she went, gently sucking and using her tongue on the ridge under his fat tool.

Petra thought to herself. "I love this fat cock, and I love teasing Pat like this"

Petra backed off a little allowing Pats cock to leave her mouth but holding it firmly upright at the base.

She licked the head once more, paying special attention to the slit and to the frenulum.

Pat felt his cock twitch hard. A sure sign that he was close.

Just then the shop-bell on the front door of the restaurant jingled.

Petra slid Pat's cock to its full length into her mouth and sucked hard.

It was all too much, and he blew his load into the back of her throat.

Petra looked up at him, and smiled as she saw the panic in his eyes.

There was someone in the entry hall and they could enter the restaurant any second now.

She took her time to make sure Pat had no more seed to give and licked his cock clean.

With that she stood up and turned to the kitchen entrance at the back of the bar, and disappeared.

Pat was shaking. His knees were weak, and he trembled as he got his cock back inside his jeans. As he buckled his belt up once more, he heard voices.

It was Petra.

She had left the kitchen through an exterior door and entered the restaurant again through the front door.

She was chatting amicably with someone and opened the door to the restaurant for them."Goedemiddag" (Good afternoon) someone called out.

"Goedemiddag'" replied Pat.

An elderly couple, who were regulars, walked in and sat at their usual table by the window.

Pat was relieved, as they only ever ordered two Latte Macchiatos, which he set about preparing.

They didn't speak any English, so Pat had to laugh as Petra leaned over the bar and said to him in a loud voice. "Darling, your fly is open."

Pat looked down, and indeed, in his haste, he had not zipped up his jeans.

"This woman will kill me one day." He thought, smiling as he pondered the riskiness of what they had just done.

Petra came behind the bar again, and as she was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, lifted her skirt to show Pat her bare pussy, which she had trimmed specially for him.

The guests had no view of what was going on, so she was not worried.

She dropped her dress and turned to walk into the kitchen. As she did, the door swung open and the chef stood there.

Petra turned bright red, realizing that she had been a millisecond away from flashing him too.

Pat burst out laughing and went merrily about his work as Petra scurried away upstairs to hide her embarrassment.

Part 3 Later that afternoon

It was indeed a very quiet afternoon in the restaurant.

Somewhere at about 3pm, Petra came to Pat and asked if he could help her in the Ladies restroom.

Not suspecting anything, Pat asked the chef if he would watch the bar for a moment and walked to the back of the restaurant.

Once there, he heard Petra in one of the stalls. She asked him to come and have a look.

Once in the stall, Petra pushed him down to sit on the WC and locked the door.

She lifted her dress to show Pat her still naked pussy.

"I trimmed it specially for you." She said.

There was a neat triangle of hair on her pubic mound, but for the rest it was completely bare.

Pat could smell her sex. He grabbed her butt with both hands and pulled her to him.

He probed her labia with his nose and felt her warmth radiating to him.

With his tongue he pushed between her outer lips, licking from bottom to the top.

Petra was already wet. The anticipation of being eaten out had her hugely aroused.

Just then the door to the restrooms opened and closed.

A stall door lock clicked and there was the distinct sound of someone peeing.

Pat licked Petra again, this time gently flicking her hardened clit with the tip of his tongue.

Petra held her hand over her mouth to stifle the yelp she wanted to let out.

She was extremely sensitive there.

Pat was having fun. "Two can play this game." He thought as he continued to stroke his tongue up and down Petra's now dripping pussy.

Each time his tongue got to the top; he flicked it lightly against the clit causing Petra to shock.

"Oh god." She thought. "That woman is taking her time."

Just then the other stall door clicked open, and they heard water running into the washbasin as the guest washed her hands.

She was humming a tune to herself. The tap was turned off, but the guest continued to hum away to herself.

"Probably adjusting her make up." Thought Petra.

A smack of lips, and a rustle of clothes was followed by a muttering.

"Well if this doesn't get me laid, I don't know what will." Said the guest in Dutch.

Petra almost peed herself trying not to laugh and Pat held his stomach.

The external door opened, and she was gone.

"So where were we?" whispered Pat.

Petra laid a finger on her clit and raised one eyebrow suggestively.

"Ah yes. I remember." Pat said smiling

Now he attacked Petra's pussy with energy, licking upwards, lingering on the clit longer each time and adding first one and then two fingers into her opening.

Twisting the fingers around each other, he massaged the walls of Petra's pussy and licked her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Finally, he clamped her clit with his lips and used his tongue to massage it.

Petra went crazy.

Her hands grabbed first at the walls of the stall, but getting no purchase she grabbed Pat's head on each side and pressed him against her sex.

Her climax came and she half-coughed half-cried out.

It was a primitive, guttural sound that had emanated somewhere in her pelvic region and raced upwards seeking release through her throat.

Petra hissed through her teeth. "Oh, my sweet fucking mother, are you trying to kill me?"

Pat backed off and watched his wife shudder and spasm as her orgasm worked its way through her body. She half collapsed against the wall, all the time with her hand on her pussy as if to protect it from any more attacks.

Pat stood and took her under the arms, turning her to let her sit on the WC pot.

She looked like a hot mess. Her eyes were closed as the last remnants of her climax flickered through her body.

Pat opened the stall door and leaned in, kissed Petra on the crown of her head and said.

"See you in a bit, 'schat'."

He washed his hands and face at the washbasin and returned to the puzzled look of the chef standing behind the bar.

"Is everything ok back there?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just a problem with her, ahem, I mean, the plumbing." Pat replied.

Pat scanned the restaurant.

There were only two guests. One of them was a stunning woman who was sitting at a table with a very neatly attired gentleman who appeared to be in his 50's.

It was difficult to guess her age, but Pat reckoned she was at least ten years younger than her companion.

He smiled to himself remembering what she had said in the ladies' restrooms.

A few moments later, Petra appeared.

She had tidied up somewhat, but she walked a little awkwardly through the restaurant, exiting via the front entrance where she ascended the stairs to their home.

Pat smiled. "That will be an interesting night tonight," he thought.