How I Fulfilled My Husbands Fantasy Pt 02

How I fulfilled my Husbands fantasy and what it led to - Part 2

If you haven't already read Part 1 of my story - maybe you would would like to before you read this.

After the excitement of me having sex with another man since Sam and I were married and being double penetrated, Sam and I settled down getting our restaurant business going.

The Restaurant and Bar were going well with our policies of a reasonably priced but above average quality menu, real beer and as important, employing attractive and confident young women as barmaids and waitresses to attract new business. We realized that we would need to reconfigure the downstairs area quite a bit if we wanted to increase business. We didn't have the funds at that time to do any of this and in any case we would need to get the Landlords permission to do anything even if we had the funds.

Although Mr Donegan the Landlord, had called in a couple of times I still hadn't met him as Sam had dealt with him up to now.

After his latest visit Sam said Mr D had reminded him that in the lease it said we were obliged to have one of his Fruit Machines in the Bar area. Sam had told him that it didn't really fit in with our style of business and customers. Mr D told Sam he did have Fruit Machines in other properties he leased and claimed they took quite a lot of money and that we'd be surprised how much. He said they only needed emptying every couple of months and that he would split the takings 50/50 with us. It sounded as if we couldn't lose so we agreed on the proviso that we could turn down the volume of the machine.

So the Fruit Machine duly arrived. It was about 2 months or so later that Mr D first turned up in his top of the range Mercedes to empty the machine.

He was right the Fruit machine was a success and by turning the volume right down it hadn't been too intrusive and only a few of the customers had even commented on it.

I got my first good look at Mr D who had that confident look of somebody who doesn't have to worry about money too much and I could tell he liked the ladies by the way he was eying me up and down. I wondered if he was a bit of a lech. I was used to being eyed up anyway so it didn't bother me unduly and I just smiled demurely back at him.

He was very smiley and jokey with pronounced smile lines round his eyes. I guess when he was younger he would have been reasonably good looking and a bit of a lad. He was a bit taller than me, with what looked like a little bit of a 'tum' but otherwise looked quite fit. His hair was greying and he was going a bit bald but not unattractively so.

After emptying the Fruit Machine Mr D and Sam went to the hotel office where they did the 'count'.

Sam was very pleasantly surprised at how much our share was with no effort on our part and no cost except the electric.

After that first time of emptying the machine whoever had the time assisted Mr D with the machine emptying and cash count.

The first time I assisted Mr D I said 'look I can't keep calling you Mr D can I, what I should call you'.

'How about calling me darling?' He quipped.

I couldn't help laughing at his cheek and replied 'I don't know you that well yet Mr D - what's your first name anyway?'

He replied Arthur, but said he hated it and he preferred being called Don after his surname Donegan.

I thought for a minute and then slowly said his surname 'Don - e - gan', how about I call you Donny it sounds more friendly?

'That'll do me, but what should I call you - Mrs B is not very friendly either is it?

'Well my name is Delilah but most people just call me Della so you could call me that if you like'.

Donny repeated 'Della - I like that' and then winking said 'I'm sure we are going to get on well Della!'

When Sam got home I told him that Mr D had been to empty the machine and that he kept making flirty comments. He said 'well you shouldn't be surprised, you do like to flirt so you can't blame men thinking you might just fancy them and he'll be no different in thinking he's got a chance with you'.

I snorted indignantly 'No way - and he's far too old for me but you know me being flirty is good for business and you've never minded, anyway don't forget he is our landlord and we don't want to get on the wrong side of him do we?'

Sam asked me how old I thought he was. I thought about mid to late fifties and Sam agreed.

The next time he came to empty the machine it was me who had to help Mr D as Sam had to go to the Cash & Carry.

When Sam got back I told him that Mr D had been openly flirty again and had asked me how my finer feelings were. I had never heard that expression before and asked Sam what it meant but he said he had no idea but suspected it might be something sexual, which is exactly what I thought.

The next few times Mr D came to empty the machines and Sam was also out at the Cash & Carry or busy in the Kitchen so I had to do the counting.

Each visit Mr D got bolder and bolder with his flirting and innuendo's and was craftily and casually 'touching me up' when we were close, sometimes putting his arms round my waist and letting his hand stray down to my bum giving it a little stroke. It came to a head when he came up behind me one day and slipped his hands round to cup and give my tit a quick squeeze and pushed his groin up against me, I could definitely feel a hard cock pressing against my bum cheeks. Him being our Landlord I didn't want to make a fuss so just said 'get off you dirty old bugger'. He just laughed and said 'what's a little squeeze between friends'?.

So I said to Sam he would have to be there to empty the machines in future as Mr D was quite a 'lech' and could become quite a pain. He said he would but when it came to the next machine emptying, surprise surprise he wasn't there!

So of course I had to deal with Mr D on my own again.

When we had emptied the machine we always did the counting in private in our office for security reasons and anyway we didn't really want the staff knowing how much the Fruit Machine took.

As I said before, his boldness toward me had grown over the recent visits so when we had finished counting he cornered me in the office making it difficult for me to get past him. As I tried to squeezed past he slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him and holding me tight said 'how about a kiss then!'

I felt rather helpless him being our Landlord so I didn't feel I could push him off just like that so just said 'steady on Mr D' adding as light heartedly as I could 'you forget I'm a married woman'.

He laughed and said 'Well let me help

you

forget it too!

I couldn't help giggling at that but said 'I'm not very forgetful though'.

He pulled a sad face, so to try and bring it to an end I thought to myself that if I gave him a quick kiss he would stop so I said 'OK but only a quick peck on your cheek'.

It turned out that was a mistake as when he offered his cheek and I went to kiss it, at the last second he turned his head quickly catching me completely unawares so that I planted a kiss full on his lips. With his arms still holding me tight against him I couldn't get out of his clutches and before I could recover he had started kissing me more firmly so as it wasn't that bad a kiss I relaxed and started responding!

I knew he was getting aroused as I could feel the hardness of his cock on my tummy.

I managed to wriggled free, telling him he was 'a naughty boy' and I ought to give him a slap.

He laughed saying that kissing me was well worth getting a slap and he hoped he could look forward to me slapping him regularly.

I couldn't help laughing which probably wasn't the best thing to do as he could assume that I wasn't entirely unhappy about it.

When Sam got back from the Cash & Carry I reminded him that I had told him Mr D was coming on to me stronger and stronger and this last time he had a gone a step further and wanted me to kiss him and I didn't have any option but to let him.

Sam shrugged 'I told you so - you flirt with him so much he obviously thinks he's in with a chance, he's just testing you to see how far he can go with you'.

'Well I've told you now, he's an old man and a letch - what am I supposed to do - don't blame me if I end up upsetting him, it sounds as if you expect me to just put up with his attempts to kiss and grope me!'

Sam didn't answer!

It was only about a month after he had 'stolen' a kiss from me that Mr D phoned and straight away cheekily asked if I had enjoyed the kiss and wanted another.

'Cheeky bugger who do you think you are - God's gift to women?'

As he laughed I could picture him grinning to himself, he then said 'would you like to have lunch with me in the city sometime - like in the next day or two?'

I was surprised he thought I would even be interested but not wishing to upset him, I said well lunch would be nice but unwise, how would I explain it away if somebody who knew me saw us, me and my husband had dined in most of the good city restaurants and we know most of the owners well as we are all in the same trade.

'Fair point, but you are my tenant so you could just say it's a business lunch couldn't you'?

Then wanting to end the conversation I said 'well I could say that, but they might think something else is going on and I'm not your girlfriend Mr D!

'More's the pity' he replied and gave a dirty laugh - I had to stifle a laugh at that.

I told Sam of the lunch invitation and Mr D's last remark that it was a pity I wasn't his girlfriend.

I wasn't pleased when Sam laughed too.

It was over a month later that Mr D rang again to arrange to empty the fruit machine.

I told Sam he'd better make sure he was about so I could avoid him.

Sam said unfortunately he already had an appointment with the Bank in the morning about the overdraft so I would just have to do my best to try and avoid getting in any difficult positions with Mr D.

I asked him if he could change the appointment with the Bank as avoiding Mr D's attentions was easier said than done specially after Mr D's last performance.

Sam said he had been summoned by the Bank so he couldn't just cancel it!

'So I'm going to have to deal with him again on my own am I? What do you expect me to do, you do realise I may either have to go along with the dirty old buggers groping and kissing or put his nose out of joint. I've told you he's coming onto me stronger and stronger. I don't know what to do Sam, I don't want to upset him for obvious reasons, you will have to speak to him about it'.

Sam took a deep breath and said 'look he obviously fancies you rotten so why don't you let him have a kiss and a cuddle and then perhaps he'll stop bothering you?'

'What about if he's not satisfied with just a kiss and a cuddle though?'

Sam paused and took a deep breath before saying 'Well you've had sex with another man you didn't fancy and you quite enjoyed that didn't you?' adding 'anyway he fancies you so much he'd probably cum pretty quick so it would be all over in a minute!'

'Bloody Hell Sam!, yes I know I did enjoy having Paul but that was different he was about my own age wasn't he, not nearly an old age pensioner'.

I was shocked that Sam would even want to let an old man like Mr D fuck me.

Sam said 'come on, he's not that old is he?'

'He's nearly an old age pensioner Sam, but God, apart from his age he's definitely not my type at all I definitely don't want him on my sex CV'.

Then trying to make it sound as bad as possible, I continued with 'Uurgh! I bet he's all wrinkly and then there's his massively bad taste diamond ring and thick gold bracelet and I bet he's got a big gold neck chain as well - surely you're not serious - you don't really want me to - do you?'

The expression on Sam's face told me all I needed to know.

'You DO don't you, God I can't believe it'.

After a short pause he joked 'well if you do let him at least you would find out if he's got that gold neck chain?'

I couldn't help chuckling a bit at that 'look Sam it's not a joking matter, what if I upset him so he kicked us out of the Restaurant or even worse what if somebody local found out about it - that would be dreadful, I would never live down people knowing I had let an old goat like him have me, I mean what if he bragged about it, it would be awful wouldn't it?'

Sam took a deep breath 'well I've never heard him bragging about anything like that, or heard of him being a 'bragger' - don't forget he's married as well with a family so he would have a lot to lose and anyway we could just deny it'.

Sensing I was wavering, Sam added 'come on he's not that bad you like flirting with him and you said you quite liked him personally didn't you, he makes you laugh and he'll probably stop pestering you if you let him do it once'.

Still reeling a bit from Sam's attitude I retorted 'Or he might want more!'

I thought back to our experience with Paul and thought well that turned out well and I wasn't ever so keen at first. With that thought I realised I was starting to look for reasons why I might do it.

We did want to do some alterations and maybe if gave in to him I could persuade him to allow us to do the alterations and extension! Mmmm, I mean I didn't actually dislike him and he was quite good fun and quite jokey and he obviously fancies me - but he's very old!

Let's face it, it is a big step to go from not disliking somebody to letting them fuck you - not to mention somebody a lot older than you!, but then maybe it would be worth letting him fuck me just this once, just to get him to stop bothering me and maybe I could get him to pay for the improvements we wanted as well.

I decided that it wouldn't be all that bad - it was only one fuck - and although he may be a lot older than me and a bit lacking on the academic front I did enjoy his banter and his compliments. He's not what you would call repulsive and his native intelligence makes up for his lack of grammar, he wouldn't have succeeded in business if he was thick and I have always admired people who are successful in business.

So I persuaded myself! I realised that I hadn't even tried to find reasons why I shouldn't do it.

I had made my mind up, but didn't want to sound too keen to Sam saying to him 'I suppose it will give you a big turn on, so if you really want me to I will but only to shut you up and stop Mr D keep trying to grope me'.

After a suitable pause I added 'If I do and I mean IF I do, you are not going to think later that because of the Paul experience I have actually turned into an actual slut even if I do enjoy being one now and then? I mean you have talked me into it again haven't you?'

I could see Sam was trying to suppress a smile as he said 'Of course I won't you are just helping to sweeten our Landlord - and enjoying being naughty'.

Well I thought that is a nicer way to put it than being called a slut.

Sam added 'and don't forget you came to like Paul after he fucked you didn't you?'

I couldn't deny that and reminded him it would be his fault if I got to liking it 'you'd better watch out he might have a much bigger cock than you and I might get to prefer old men like Mr D shagging me instead of you?'

Sam said 'Well he only comes to empty the machines every couple of months so not much chance of you getting too fond of him is there? But you know you don't have to do it if you would rather not?'

Until now talking about it seemed unreal but now it looked like it was going to happen and I suddenly got butterflies - excited butterflies mind you, as I started thinking what it might be like letting an old man like Mr D fuck me and whether he would be any good - I think I had to find out!

When Sam left to go to the Bank I called out to him still trying to sound reluctant 'but please try and get back before he comes then I won't have to make a choice will I?'

He didn't answer!

Mr D duly arrived to empty the Fruit Machine and then while we were counting the money he told me how much he had enjoyed the kiss I'd given him last time and asked for another.

Trying to put him off but inadvertently giving the game away I said 'don't be impatient Mr D, wait till we have counted the cash'.

When we had finished counting and 'divvied' the money up I stood up and went round to give him a kiss to shut him up but he stood up first and grabbed me slipping his arms around me and pulling me really close.

I offered my lips to him which was surprisingly nice even though he was old he hadn't forgotten how to kiss, but, he wasn't satisfied with just one and went for more. He was holding me so tight I couldn't pull away, so submissively I let him carry on and quite quickly our kissing became a full French Kiss, tongues and all. I was enjoying it as he has nice soft expressive lips and I soon started to relax and with closed eyes soon forgot it was an old man kissing me.

Pretty soon I was responding fully to him - and anyway it was the middle of the month for me and I always feel more responsive then. I think he knew I was enjoying it as his hands slipped to caress my bum as we kissed - I didn't resist - specially when I felt his stiff cock pressing into my tummy.

After several minutes of kissing we broke off and I told him he wasn't a bad kisser for an old'n.

He asked me where my husband was and I said he had gone to the Bank but would be back before too long.

I guessed he was thinking how long had he got as he followed up with 'How are your finer feelings today?'

Coyly I said 'what do you mean - I'm a married lady'

Mr D laughed and slipped his arms round me again pulling me to him started kissing my neck and then moved his lips to mine for more full on kissing.

I couldn't wriggle out of his arms and in the predicament I was in of not wanting to upset him I thought 'sod it, in for a penny - in for a pound'.

So instead of being the one being kissed I closed my eyes and slipped my arms round his neck and began kissing him back wholeheartedly at the same time pressing myself up against his rampant cock. Perhaps I was a bit too responsive as I soon felt him grinding his cock against my tummy.

I broke off kissing, and laughing came out with the old cliche 'I hope that's not a gun in your pocket and you are just pleased to see me!' then bit my tongue as I realised I had inadvertently implied I was hoping it was a stiff cock.

He took my hand and guided it to his cock - it felt satisfyingly big and hard. 'How's that for an old'n then?'

I thought he must know that I was up for a fuck and so I wasn't surprised when he said 'let's go somewhere more private and I'll show you what an old'n can do with it'.

It was definitely the point of no return - it was inevitable sometime anyway with Sam's badgering and as he couldn't be bothered to get back quickly from the Bank I thought I might as well do it and get it over with. I suspected Sam never intended to be back from the Bank anytime soon anyway, leaving it to me to decide and perhaps he had an inkling of what decision I would come to.

I was glad I had taken a bit of trouble getting ready for Mr D's visit and just in case I had put my best sexy underwear on, complete with stockings and suspenders as I had thought if things went the way I suspected I might as well give him a good show so he would realise what a lucky old boy he was!

So there I was at 35 years old, in my sexual prime leading our aged Landlord to one of our guest rooms and - unbelievably - I was going to let him fuck me!

In we went - me feeling very nervous but also excited but still a tad reluctant as I didn't know how it would turn out. I hoped I wouldn't be disappointed and strangely I hoped neither would Mr D - or Sam for that matter.

I dropped the latch on the door just in case there was anybody about and told him he must promise never to tell anyone.