Chapter 1: Sunday Roast- all the trimmings

I always began preparing traditional Sunday dinner early: meat, five veg, (including roast potatoes), Yorkshire puddings- the whole shebang…

On this particular Sunday, Edward wanted me in the polka dot apron with the pink bow while I worked. It had a halter neck and covered my front down to just above the knee, but my bum was showing-all of the back of me was, minus the two flimsy bits of string holding the fabric in place.

The meat joints would take about three hours to cook in the oven. This week, we were having lamb- Edward's favourite, and pork, by request of Riley, who was due to arrive at around half past one. That way, Edward would get a good hour and a half to appreciate my efforts before we had company. He opened a beer, and sat down to the Antiques Road Show- it' was his "thing"- while I got started.

I slid the trays with the main parts of the meal into the oven, and then straightened up. That's when I felt Edward behind me.

"Don't turn around."

I peeked over my shoulder enough to see him slumped against the wall, unashamedly perving over the view of me at the stove, as if he had every right to. And he did. And what's more, I wanted him to.

"Look at the arse on you! I'm gonna have trouble sharing it with Riley, it's so incredibly sweet, but he is our guest…" With that he left, going back to watch old people barter over even older items on the tele, leaving me to stew slowly in my own juices, just like the meat I'd be serving later.

I used my free time to chop some veg and then changed into my outfit for dinner: for Riley and Edward. Edward had picked that too.

And it showed.

I slipped into the dress, which gave new meaning to the LBD. The matching black lace gloves were next. I say gloves, but really, they looped around one finger, such that they were more wrist warmers. No, that's not right-material that thin wasn't going to warm me much…arm bands? Call them what you will, but I was trussed up like that lamb was with its tiny paper hats perched on the bones, for presentation. I put my feet into some black high heels and my hair into pigtails. The finishing touch was a black satin bow around my neck.

By the time I made it back downstairs, Edward had let Riley in and given him a beer. He got to his feet when he saw me, walking over to hug me and kiss my cheeks-the ones on my face! It was still early after all...

"Cor! I dunno about the meal, but you look melt-in-the-mouth tasty! Hope Edward lets me have a large helping…"

It was me that needed helping-it was getting really hot and I was not just referring to the heat from the kitchen…

I usually boiled the potatoes before roasting them for fluffiness. I had just plunked them in the water and was waiting when, this time it was both Edward and Riley's presence I sensed in the room with me.

They moved to either side of me, wetting my neck with open mouthed kisses.

"Is there anything we can…do?"

Riled up as he had me, I could see where our guest may have gotten his name…

"You can, er…you could set the table…?" I told them. They snickered as they set about their job for the day.

Once boiled, the potatoes joined the meat in its tray in the oven for the last forty minutes, giving me just enough time to do the rest of the veg in the water, which I'd set aside. It really was all about timing; being sure to get everything ready at once. I cooked my meals like I cared for my man: with love, care and special attention.

The dishes went atop of the dining room table, with a small bowl for mint sauce and a jug of gravy. Like a professional playboy bunny waitress, I served everything in a strict fashion, one that would be most aesthetically pleasing for the men: I bent and dipped at the knees, keeping my back straight.

Edward made a show of carving the meat at the head of the table. He took two huge knives and sharpened one with the other, gliding metal against metal. The sound went right through me. His face was wickedly serious. It was a dominant act ; we all knew who was in charge here. Riley smirked.

We sat down to our feast, sharing out the meat between us and helping ourselves to vegetables.

"Well Bella, this is wonderful," Riley complimented.

Edward was less forthcoming with his praise for my culinary abilities. He was giving nothing away easily today. I wondered what that meant for later. "Hmmm, the pork is dry, but the lamb's moist," he subtly teased.

I nearly choked on a carrot, remembering how he'd used that phrase last. He had been describing my preference for some female sexual interaction sometimes. He filled Riley in on the double meaning behind his words and Riley belly laughed. I blushed.

"Yeah, she loves the pussy," Edward pressed on. "You should have seen her last week with Tanya. She wouldn't come up for air. And when she did, she had Tanya all over her face…"

Riley ate up this information with even more fervour than he did his plate of food.

"Maybe you should clean up, Bella," Edward suggested, when our knives and forks were lined up on the china.

"Maybe she'd like some of the Tanya treatment herself?" Riley had a suggestion of his own as I stumbled to my feet.

"And so she'll get it," Edward announced. "For desert…"

I almost tripped with my hands full en route to the kitchen.

As dessert, I was spread out on the very table we'd eaten off of. Edward had first taste, like the connoisseur who samples the wine before anyone else. Only, he's very familiar with my flavour… he dropped to his knees and held my legs open, licking my clit feverishly, before licking my entire slit. He even lavished my back entrance with attention... such a greedy boy. When I was getting to the limit, he stopped and moved away, leaving me begging for more.

It was Riley who brought me to orgasm with his tongue.

"On your knees," Edward ordered once I was breathing more steadily.

I moved up onto all fours across the table. Edward took off his dark blue shirt and brought down the zipper of his jeans, taking position behind me.

While Edward stood there stroking my backside, Riley made use of the chair at the table in front of me, pulling it out and kneeling upon it. I understood what they wanted from me. I put Riley in my mouth as Edward edged into me: the second roasting of the day.

"It's rude to use your hands, sweetie," Edward scolded me playfully.

I removed my hands from the base of Riley's hard dick, fitting as much as I could between my lips to make him feel good using them alone.

Riley took hold of my pigtails and began plowing into me. Meanwhile, Edward pounded me like yesterday's beef till I was on the brink.

Edward blew his load inside me first, causing me to implode.

Riley melted in my mouth a few hard thrusts later, leaving me my dessert to take down my throat, thick and creamy.

Edward commanded that I stay where I was. He saw Riley out, while I held myself up on the furniture, spunk falling down my thighs, thinking to myself, Sundays are my fun days…