Ayesha's Valentines Marathon

She blinked. "What?"

"What is happening to you," Zane said, casually, as he carefully wiped the cum off of her chest with his shirt. "It is not the end, only the beginning." He reached for her dress and helped her to get back into it. "What God takes from you, She gives back tenfold. This is only a new chapter of your life, Ayesh."

Ayesha stared at him in shock. Zane was an odd man; often saying the strangest things out of the blue: cryptic mentions that ended up turning true. He often said what he couldn't possibly know about, leading Ayesha to wonder how and where he was getting his information.

But this? She hadn't told anyone! Not even Yusuf!

"I..." she began

Zane kissed her. "He's wondering where you are," he said. "You should go to him."

Nodding, despite wondering how on earth Zane would know that, Ayesha, with Zane's help, descended to the grass, collected her shoes, and made it back to the yard just in time to see Yusuf exit the office with Harold in tow (who gave her a subtle wink).

"Darling!" Yusuf said. "How was your walk?"

"Exhilarating!" Ayesha said. "Nothing but the birds and bees! I feel so full of life!"

*****

With the afternoon bleeding into the evening, the next stop on Yusuf's plan was actually one of romantic value: the before-mentioned reservation at Vagin Malodorant. Greeted at the door by a rather dashing maitre d, whose warm greeting turned to a more sincere apology:

"I am so very sorry, Mr Khan!" He said, half-bowing. "A terrible mistake has been made with your booking: the table you requested has already been given to another couple-"

"WHAT?!?" Yusuf spluttered. Small flecks of spit flying out from his chubby lips. "Well... then you should remove them, immediately! Do you not know who I am?!?"

It was at this moment that Ayesha, peering round her shorter husband, saw who was currently sitting at the table Yusuf always enjoyed whenever they dined here. She smiled, knowing exactly what was going to happen. "Yusuf darling," she said, placating her husband - who was turning a strange shade of red - by laying her hands on his arms, "that's just Richard Singh and his wife. A friend of mine from the university. I've told you about them, do you remember?"

That she was having regular sex with Richard was something she *hadn't* told Yusuf.

"Oh... well.. Still I have to insist-"

"The table's large enough for all of us," Ayesha said, looking at the maitre d. "I'm sure Richard won't mind if we join?"

"I will enquire," said the maitre d, eager to seek a resolution for this problem.

Richard didn't mind. He stood to greet Ayesha with a warm hug when she and her husband got to the table. "Ayesha!" He said, kissing her on the cheek. "Lovely to see you again. You recall my wife, Josephine?"

Josephine Singh was a tall redhead (around 5' 9"), whose long, pale neck was adorned with a large golden necklace, the pattern matching that of the purple dress she wore (which showed off a considerable amount of her freckled cleavage). Her large green eyes regarded Ayesha. "Such a pleasure to finally meet you, Ayesha; Rick had spoken so highly about you... and your husband."

Yusuf puffed up with pride as he shook Richard's hand, completely missing the long pause before Josephine had finally mentioned him. "How wonderful to meet you both," he said. "You're a lecturer at the uni?"

"Business and economics," Richard said. Also rather tall (6' 2") with dark brown skin that told of his Indian heritage, Richard was an old friend of Ayesha's (and by 'friend' we of course mean 'they fucked'). "You look wonderful tonight, Ayesha."

Smiling at his rather obvious flirting; Ayesha wasn't worried about her husband - Yusuf was so very blind to other men showing her interest - but she was concerned about Richard being so hot with her right in front of his wife-

-until she noticed the look in Josephine's eyes. Was that... pride?

Last time Richard had mentioned his wife was that she still had no idea he was cheating on her with multiple other women: Ayesha included (the rest being students from his class and one hot member of the faculty, Sandra Rothfuss; the Head of Diversity and Inclusion).

What the fuck had she missed?

"Can I take your orders?" Asked a stunningly attractive waiter. Ayesha couldn't help but get an eyeful of the young man's muscular arms as he collected the menus after everyone had ordered.

Another time, maybe. Richard was obviously eyeing her up (and Josephine was looking at her like *she'd* want a piece of the action too - Ayesha's fledgling bisexuality was definitely taking a few boosts today!)

Yusuf quizzed Richard about his job, almost completely ignoring Ayesha (except for reminding everyone that Richard was Ayesha's friend); Richard regaling stories about what a hot mess the university was currently in due to budget cuts and staff shortages.

"And I'm still teaching two classes at once!" Richard said, to which Yusuf started talking about how these budget cuts were disgraceful, all the while Ayesha couldn't help but think that the one responsible for these cuts was the very party Yusuf's best friend John Halson belonged to.

Suddenly Josephine started talking about politics, hitching off of Yusuf's rant and dragging her (Ayesha) husband into a conversation with Josephine, while Richard leaned close to Ayesha and whispered "say yes."

Ayesha was about to ask what the hell he meant when someone approached the table.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," said a tall man in the white clothes of someone who did work out back in the kitchens. "I apologise for interrupting, but our owner would like to offer a treat to such loyal guests as yourselves. I apologise again, for this was originally intended just for Mr and Mrs Khan, but I would be amiss if I didn't extend the opportunity to Mr and Mrs Singh, as well."

"What's the opportunity?" Richard asked; Ayesha could tell he was pretending to not know.

"Apologies again! For I have not introduced myself," the man said. Ayesha placed his accent as being eastern European, though she couldn't narrow it down any further. He wasn't Polish (she had spoken enough with Ewa to be confident about a Polish accent). "I am Dragan Shevchenko. I run the kitchens for Mr Garnier, the owner. I would be honoured to invite two of you back for a tour of our Michelin star awarded kitchens!"

"Just two?" Richard said, like he had rehearsed this.

"As I said: the offer was originally for just Mr and Mrs Khan. It is for health and safety. I hope you all understand."

"I'm not sure how we would-" Richard began.

"I'm quite fine here, darling," Josephine said, laying a hand on Richard's arm, then she turned to Yusuf and immediately hooked him in conversation: "So tell me about your project."

Oh, that was well played: Ayesha smiled as her husband became too engrossed in talking about his delayed clinic to care about touring the kitchen, and so Ayesha accepted Richard's offer, and took his arm as they followed Dragan Shevchenko back to the kitchens.

"Fucking smooth," she whispered into Richard's ear. "How'd you pull this off?"

"Dragan owes me," Richard said.

"I come here from Ukraine seeking work," Dragan explained as he escorted them into a busy kitchen. "I get shit job after shit job. Back home I ran a great restaurant: everyone loved the food I cooked! Then I fuck my brother's wife and have to leave country." He stopped, turned to them both, and shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah... she was worth it. One day I will fuck her again. But until then I work for one cunt after another. Garnier is the latest cunt. But this man-" Dragan tapped his hand against Richard's arm "-gets me a job at a new restaurant down the road. Opening soon, and I will be running the kitchen *my* way. Not Garnier's way like here."

"Fuck Garnier!" A cook exclaimed as she strode passed the three, spitting on the floor to make a point.

"Fuck Garnier!" Was quickly taken up by the rest of the staff; everyone spitting somewhere.

"Popular man," Ayesha said. Finding this apparent kitchen rebellion amusing.

"I take all these wonderful people with me!" Dragan said, gesturing around. "We're going to Nathan Brook's restaurant!"

"My brother-in-law," Richard clarified for Ayesha. "He was desperate for a good kitchen crew: I told him I could get him Denis Garnier's entire kitchen staff. No one here likes that cunt; so I told Nathan to give them a better offer."

"We will hand in our notices at the end of tonight," Dragan said. "In celebration we give you this room."

He opened the door to the walk-in (refrigerator). Ayesha noted that the inside was not as cold as she would have expected. Had they switched it off?

"Make some noise!" Dragan whispered to her. His brown eyes filled with mischief.

"Oh... this is *not* sanitary," Ayesha said as Richard guided her in.

"I don't think anyone else here cares," he said as Dragan closed the door behind them. "It's just you and me, now, Ayesh. You heard what the nice gentleman outside requested..."

"Hmm... I did..." Ayesha brought his head down to hers and kissed him passionately.

Richard slipped his hand underneath her dress, finding her without underwear, which caused a smile to erupt on his face as he tried to make out with her. Sliding his fingers up into her, Ayesha began to moan with delight as Richard finger banged her, warming her up for his rock hard dick.

"Hmm... Rick... what's the deal with Jo?" Ayesha moaned as she reciprocated; unzipping the flies of his suit trousers and freeing that gorgeous cock of his; some eight and half inches of hard cock meat that Ayesha couldn't wait to feel ploughing into her. "She was looking at me funny..." Her hands furiously jacked him off, as Richard's fingers rubbed her from the inside.

"I told her," he said into her ear, between kissing the length of her brown neck.

"What?!?" Ayesha's eyes shot open. "She *likes* this?"

"Oh she does... she loves it..." Richard said. Grinning at her expression he hoisted her leg up; his cock pushing up deep inside her soaking wet (and very cum-filled) pussy, and quickly began ploughing her against the shelves; plastic containers rattled against each other as the horny pair began their furious fucking. "She confronted me the other week! I confessed everything! Next thing I know Jo's wanting more! More details! Demanding I tell her about every woman I've cheated on her with... all the while she's riding me like a demon! God, Ayesh! My wife *loves* it! She loves that I'm cheating on her!"

"Oh... oh fuck... yeah that's it... oh yes... I've missed this cock... I've missed you, Rick..." Ayesha moaned as he gave her his dick. She held onto his shoulders as he pumped his thick cock up into her. Thick globs of Zane's (and Logan's, and Kyle's) cum squirted out from the force of Richard's thrusts, splashing over the tiles, and over the shelves and plastic containers. "Sounds like all this cheating of yours has improved your sex with Jo...!" She recalled that Richard and his wife very rarely had sex when Brad had first reintroduced Ayesha and Richard to each other; many years after their (Ayesha and Richard) relationship had ended. The lack of sex in his married life had been one reason why Richard had begun cheating on his wife with people like Sandra Rothfuss.

"Fuck yeah! Jo and I are fucking like students!" Richard said. Slamming his cock into Ayesha, making her ass collide with the shelves so hard containers were beginning to fall off around the two; some bursting open as they hit the floor. "We've had so much sex! She makes me tell her of all my lovers when we fuck!"

More containers exploded on impact. Ayesha was holding the shelves above her for dear life as Richard pounded her ass against them. Cum was flying everywhere from the force of his fucking: drops landing on sealed tins and landing in open tubs of unknown sauces.

"Glad I could... oh fuck... yeah that's good... glad I could help... oh fuck yes! Give it to me! Give it to me, Rick! Make me cum like only you can!" Locking eyes with him, Ayesha smirked as she used her strength to fuck back at him; giving him thrusts as hard as the ones he was giving her. "So who does she like best? Not that skank Erin I hope?"

(Ayesha likes Erin, but Horny Ayesha can be a right bitch.)

Richard smiled. "You," he said, kissing her chin, her neck, her lips; all so tenderly, while giving her his dick so hard the shelves were on the brink of collapse. "She loves to hear about the times we've fucked..."

"I bet she'll love to hear about this..." Ayesha purred, before wrapping her legs around him, as she pushed away from the shelves.

Richard reacted fast: his hands reaching down to hold against her ass; helping her bounce on his dick as he stumbled around the small room. He slammed her into the shelves on the other side, holding onto them as he thrust his hips against her, keeping his cock plunging all the way into her tight pussy.

"Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes! God, I love you cock! I love it!" Ayesha moaned. Gripping his back as Richard pounded her against the shelves. "Fuck me! Fuck me and make me cum you bastard! I love our fucking! Oh, I love it! Fuck!"

There was a wonderful sense of familiarity with Richard that she didn't get with her other guys and Ayesha knew it because they had been previously intimate: like going away for a long time, only to come back and find everything both different... and so wonderfully familiar. Richard was not the same guy she had fucked so many times in her twenties. He was older, wiser, and much more skilled, and he drove his cock into her with the confidence of a man to whom such things had become ingrained into primal muscle memory. Freeing Richard to explore her neck, mouth and tits as his cock pleasured her like an old, familiar lover.

"I tell her how good we are together," Richard said as he kissed Ayesha's lips. "I tell her how it feels fucking my first love."

Ayesha smirked. "You're a fucking charmer..." she purred. "But I know you fucked other girls before me."

"I didn't love those girls," Richard said. "I loved you."

"'Loved'?" Ayesha said, so innocently. Such a contrast to how ruthlessly they were fucking each other against the shelves. Richard carried her over to another section and slammed her against the shelves. Tins fell onto the floor, rolling away from these mad lovers.

"Love," Richard said, then drove his tongue into her mouth.

Ayesha met him with her own tongue, and they moaned passionately into each other's mouths, as her ass collided with the shelves again and again. Breaking their kiss, a bridge of saliva broke as Richard pulled back; leaning back as he held her against the shelves and rammed his cock far harder than before.

Ayesha clawed at the shelves around her, desperate for something to hold on as the man used his God-given glorious cock to drive her into a mind-exploding cum. "OH FUCK YES! FUCK ME SO GOOD! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE IT! I LOVE..." Ayesha closed her eyes as her orgasm erupted. Spreading outwards from a pussy being thoroughly pounded by an eight-plus inch dick. "I fucking love you too..."

Kissing her on the lips, Richard lifted her from the shelves and laid her down on her back. "I'm glad to hear you say that..." he said sweetly. "So do you fancy a threesome with Jo?"

"Fuck yes: she's gorgeous!" Ayesha said. Tightening the grip around his waist she bucked her hips up to his as Richard began thrusting downward with ever increasing speed: this was it, their home run. They both needed to cum (Ayesha again), and there was nothing more sweeter than two lovers cuming together.

"God, I can't wait to fuck you in my house with my wife!" Richard said, slamming his hips into her like a madman, or a man desperately needing to cum.

"Yes! Oh God, yes! I want to fuck you, Rick!" Ayesha moaned. "I want to fuck Jo!"

"Didn't realise you're bi?"

"I think I am!"

"Jesus! That's so fucking hot! I think Jo is too! Fuck! You two are gonna look so hot fucking! I can't wait! I can't... fuck... I'm gonna-"

Suddenly she squeezed him tight to her with her considerably powerful legs, halting his thrusts and prematurely putting an end to Richard's orgasmic approach. "What the fuck?" he gasped. "I was about to cum, Ayesh! I know you were too!"

Ayesha grinned at him. "I have an idea! Pick me up and take me to the shelves over there." She pointed.

Intrigued, Richard nonetheless did what she asked; picking her up with less hassle a guy of his age should show. Carrying her to the shelves, he watched as Ayesha picked an empty plastic tub and waved it.

"Cum in this!" She said.

"I'll need a little... encouragement..."

Grinning at his suggestion, Ayesha held his hips and moved hers, while Richard did likewise. Being so close in height it wasn't too uncomfortable for them to fuck standing, and after several minutes of intense thrusting Richard was back on the orgasm train - and so was Ayesha.

"Oh fuck... fuck... I'm gonna cum, Rick... oh fuck yes! Make me cum... make me cum so good!"

"Fuck, Ayesh! I love your pussy... so fucking... tight! Fuck! Here it comes!"

As she came Ayesha pushed Richard away and held the plastic tub beneath his huge cock. Hot jets of gunk spewed out into it. Quickly filling the large tub with thick, potent cum. While Ayesha recovered from her orgasm first Richard was still going: the tub filled with more and more cum, until it looked like he was going to spill out over the edge.

Thankfully he didn't.

Richard stumbled back, satisfied; so was Ayesha.

"Are you two finished yet?"

Ayesha looked at Dragan, standing in the doorway. His team regarding the two lovers, and the mess they had caused in the walk-in, with amusement and obvious horniness. Ayesha had no doubt a lot of them would be having some great sex tonight, inspired by all of this.

She held the tub out to Dragan. "You say you can make a sorbet out of anything?"

Dragan looked at the tub, and the contents, and laughed. "You are one sick bitch! I love that!"

*****

"And finally, we have a special surprise! A request from the lovely lady here," Dragan said, as he laid a hand on Ayesha's shoulder. "Salted cream sorbet!"

Three plates were placed in front of Yusuf, Ayesha, and Josephine. Looking at her husband, Jo asked "not having anything, Rick?"

"I'm skipping dessert," he said, giving her a wink. "I had enough involvement in its making."

Her eyes widening, Jo took a spoonful of the sorbet and immediately realised. A wicked smile on her lips, she helped herself to a second spoonful, and a third.

She wasn't the only ones enjoying themselves: Ayesha was moaning with delight as she ate the sorbet, and so was Yusuf! "This is a wonderful taste," Yusuf said as he tucked into the dessert. "I must know what flavours you choose, Ayesha!"

"Only the most *potent*," she said, winking at Richard.

*****

It had been a day full of sex, but there was still one man curiously missing from her list: as her husband drove the car into the illuminated driveway - by now the sun had dipped well below the horizon - Ayesha wondered where Brad could be. She had started the day with Kyle, Brad's loyal comrade-in-mischief (along with her son Ali, although Ayesha liked to think her son was the less mischievous one of the three), and proceeded to fuck her two personal trainers, her boy toy, and her old flame, and now Ayesha was eager to finish the day with the man who had started it all.

Only the house was empty when she returned, and, finding no one hiding in the kitchen, or the study, or the garage, or any of the bedrooms or bathrooms, and so it was a disappointed Ayesha who endured Yusuf's need of a second fuck for Valentine's Day, on their bed (how very dull!), her mind once again wandering off into strange places for five minutes before Yusuf came.