Gentleman's Relish - Do you like what you see?
By Chez Couers
Prologue
This is my virgin run at writing a themed series of erotic sexcapade stories, with soixante-neuf (69) Chapters, with many including plenty of gentlemen's relish.
Some of the sexcapades are based on several personal encounters with women and men and a t-girl, interlaced with my fantasies with strong and demanding women, who often asked me 'do you like what you see?'
Too right I did, and I still do. I love looking at real life naked women, especially those with beautiful boobs and playful pussies.
In a way, I am a frustrated trumpet player, but the techniques of preparing your mouth muscles for the instrument's mouthpiece seemed to have an erotic effect when going down on women.
I did nearly all of my writing in the nude, and it was great using one hand on the keyboard while my other hand gave me pleasure as the fantasies developed. I hope you have as much pleasure reading, as I did writing.
Any connection with any existing or historical figures or places are purely coincidental and all of the characters are all over twenty-one years old.
If you are offended by stories of sex between men and women, kinky activities between men and men, women and women, use of toys, large and small, bukkake, BDSM and of course incest between three generations, then do not carry on.
There's a famous saying from Shakespeare's Macbeth about vigorous action which is, "lead on MacDuff." My version of the quote from the Scottish play is about reading about vigorous action with lady lips. So, "read on McMuff."
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Gentleman's Relish: Chapter One - introduction, pool party and a touch of incest sex show
My name is Andrew James MacDonald, generally referred to Jim or Jimmy, 43 years old and a sixth generation Scot. As I was born on St Andrew's day, naturally my mom named me after Scotland's patron saint as well as after eight kings of Scotland named James.
Our forefathers fled the bloodbath of Culloden in the Scottish Highlands over 250 years ago to make a new life in America.
Some of the old folks talked about that they could trace their Scottish heritage back to the time of Macbeth, which was some six centuries before Culloden. But I wasn't that bothered about going back almost 1,000 years.
The Scottish genes have been passed down the generations and I have a seasoning tinge of grey mixed in with my reddish hair, giving an almost salt and pepper colouring.
For my age I'm in reasonable shape with a fair muscle tone and a stomach that could do with losing a few pounds, but I'm relatively pleased it doesn't overhang my flaccid cock.
I'm proud of my Scottish heritage and I'll wear the ancestral kilt at events and when I hear the swirl of the bagpipes by our local pipe band, my heart beats and thumps with pride.
I married June almost 25 years ago, another who can also trace her heritage back to the Scottish Highland Clans.
Our daughter, Elizabeth, is just about to start a PhD in business following her recent success in a Masters' at Cambridge University in the UK.
I'm hoping, with her very strong personality, it will give Elizabeth some business acumen to help me and ultimately take over the family business that we have built up from my grandfather's day when he started as a one truck outfit.
We have a large five-bedroom house close to the woods with a great pool, but it feels quiet now Liz lives away. We are going through the empty nest syndrome and struggling to be a couple again. She's our only child and it was a difficult childbirth.
Sadly it put my wife off sex as she didn't want to go through that trauma again. We have a gentle intimacy of hand holding and cuddles, but I'm not allowed to go any further.
For my age and just over six foot tall, but I could never even walk around the bedroom naked just in case the teenage Liz saw me.
June also made sure she was fully covered, which was a shame as she has a great figure with delicious 36D boobs that I loved to suck but now that is a distant memory.
As for my cock I was always told to hide my trouser snake away from any prying eyes including my wife, and especially if I ever tried snuggling up to her in bed.
Oral sex was a big no-no as that was considered dirty and unclean, so I'd forgotten what a blowjob felt like and I couldn't remember if she spat or swallowed my gentleman's relish.
I've never been close to her lady garden, which was always kept out of view and kept tidy under her one-piece swimming costume whenever we used the pool.
Despite the lack of intimacy I've always treated June like a lady, opening the car door for her, sneaking the rare furtive look up her skirt or down her blouse, which sadly she was covered up, more often than not.
I still love my best friend, my wife, even if she's a best friend without benefits.
With her long blonde hair and her eyes of blue, all I have had in 20 years is sexual sorrow, as our marital bed has become a passionless pit of gloom, empty of any erotic ecstasy.
Sex on the Beach and a Screaming Orgasm were the only times June had those things was when my sister, Mary, made us cocktails most Friday nights when she and her partner Ben came round to ours for our regular card night.
The latest Friday, Mary had made the cocktails with a lot more vodka than usual and the atmosphere became a bit too raucous for June as she told my sister to calm her language.
"Oh don't be such a killjoy Mary. I hope you're going to be a bit more chilled when we go to the spa hotel with the Ladies that Lunch!"
"What's this?" I managed to ask.
"Has your wife not said baby brother? Us Ladies that Lunch, or as you sometimes call us Slappers That Scoff, are going to a spa hotel for four nights on Friday to celebrate my 48th birthday so you boys will have to fend for yourself for five days. You only have to taxi six gorgeous girls to the airport next Friday morning, ok?"
"Great." I smiled, getting the cogs whirring at the thoughts of what I could get up to on my own. Ben, my brother-in-law, also smiled at his partner and I briefly wondered at what he would do.
"You know June, we'll be sharing a twin room at the hotel, so we'll be seeing a lot of each other so how about we jump in your lovely pool. This evening sun is still very warm."
"I'll get you a costume while I'll put mine on."
"You don't need to bother for me. I'll just skinny dip. Ben is always seeing me nude and I'm sure Jim won't mind as he was always sneaking a look at me out of the shower when we lived at home together. Didn't you little brother?"
I blushed at the memory but couldn't stop looking, as my sister took off her floral dress with string straps and I saw her perky 38C tits. Her nipples were obviously hardening at being in the open air. She quickly put her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down over her ankles.
She was obviously used to sunbathing nude as her lithe tanned body had clearly seen the sun as there were no visible white strap marks.
She stood naked before us and flashed her shaved pussy at us and promptly jumped in the water.