Tulip Fancy
Tulips endures some uncomfortable moments in the conclusion to the BBQ
After chatting with Mary for a while I noticed the buffet running low on a few things so went and put my apron on, touched up my face and refixed my hat. Peter was busy with trays of drinks and walking wine and champion bottles round. I toped up the salads and bought out some more bread and rolls and cleaned up some plates.
Then Kelly and family arrived. She had her new boyfriend with her. Grant was tall and slim and I was glad he couldn't see my burning face under the brim of my hat as I was introduced as uncle Tulip. And then there was her mother, my sister-in-law. There is a ten-year gap between the sisters. My sister-in-law and Kelly were at our wedding. I had never met her husband before but his faint musky aroma instantly caused a reaction in my nipples held in the push up half cups of my Basque. It told me who he was. The man whose underpants I had had my face in for the last few weeks. I felt sick to my stomach. As part of her efforts to help me cope if I'm attacked, my wife has been what she calls putting me on a spit. This involves a false man's penis attached to the headboard of the bed sticking out through a pair of men's used underpants for me to get used to the smell. I would have to put the penis in my mouth while my wife would mount me from behind and call me nasty names, suggesting I was promiscuous or did this sort of thing for money. She encouraged me to stroke my nipples and imagine it was the rough hands of one of my attackers. It was quite a scary experience the first time. The penis on the headboard was a bit longer than the girlmaker she uses from behind and the only place for it to go is down my throat. With her hands on my hips stopping me from pulling back she keeps my nose buried in the underpants and the penis down my throat and with her keeping a steady rhythm at the back I could feel a girlgasm building but couldn't get a breath. I was starting to panic but then the wave hit me and she pulled me back. It's taken a few weeks but I don't panic anymore. Now here he is, Crushing my weakly offered hand. He had to know I am a man as he is family. I tried my hardest to keep a pleasant welcoming smile on my blushing face despite the turmoil in my stomach. His wife had given his dirty big y fronts to my wife. I wondered if he knew. I escaped to the kitchen to collect myself as soon as I could.
Another thing that shook me confidence. Was while collecting glasses around near the BBQ. My wife was turning steaks and scraping onions when one on the Hockey girls shouted my wife's name and suggested she should have done a spit roast instead. Well, the whole group just doubled over with laughter. I pretended not to hear but could not stop the blood running to my face. Was my wife sharing our intimate time together with her friends? Again, sickness returned to my stomach.
The golfers arrived after already spending time in the 19th. Mary joined her husband who had turned up with the rest of his playing group. One of which was the horrible man who had bought my clubs. I did my best to steer clear of them as much as possible but Peter wasn't so lucky. He had to put up with being called "Ou fairy". Bring us a beer princess. "Hey beer bitch" more beer here. I could see Peter was mortified by this behaviour but could only smile and comply. Peters' wife thought it was funny to watch and looked pleased. My wife thought it was disturbing the other guests so went and put a stop to it. Two of the golfers left straight away and my wife told another that if she heard another word out of him, she would call him a cab and put him in it. The trunk if necessary! I was so proud of her at that moment for coming to Peters aid my heart skipped a beat, I felt my bottom tighten, my nipples tingle which bought a blush to my cheeks. Having the wind knocked out of them they caused no more trouble.
The other odd thing was Monsieur Rabanna. Every time Peter came round with a tray or a bottle Monsieur Rabanna would move to his husband's side and hold his arm as if guarding him. If Peter offered a drink or a refill, he would say no thankyou I will look after my husband if you don't mind. He also spent a lot of time talking to my wife when not guarding his husband. I really hoped he wasn't complaining about me. I liked my job and didn't want to have to find another one.
With the kitchen cleaned up we went out to the fire pit where my wife, Peters wife and a couple of others were still having a late whiskey. My wife reached up and pulled me down onto her lap. Peters' wife did the same calling him Petal and asking him if he had enjoyed flirting with the golfers. I snuggled into my wife by the light of the fire. I must have dozed off as the next thing I remember is being carried into the house.
