This is my first submission, although the story has probably been in the making for over 10 years, awaiting the right moment to be expressed.
The story is really a tale of the dramatic unleashing of normally repressed passion and carnal lust, with the aphrodisiac being a metaphor for the sub-conscious.
It is quite a slow burner, so please be patient, as I hope the crescendo is worth it.
All comments and constructive feedback is very much welcome and then maybe it won't take me a decade to write my next piece.
Chapter 1: Ingredients
"We forgot ginger!," shouted Philipa (Pip) upstairs to a freshly showered Jack, who was now three quarters through dressing.
"No worries babe, I'll dive down to Dezis, they have everything. We've got garlic, haven't we?"
"Yeah, it's just ginger. What time do you think Dan and Victoria will get to us for this 'entertaining' evening that I worked so hard to get babysitters for?"
Pip's sarcasm was pronounced and only heightened Jack's anxiety about the gathering.
Now dressed and ambling downstairs, he answered with a gruff, but unconvinced,
"I told Dan 7.00 for 7.30 and I'm sure tonight will be OK, Pip."
He grabbed his car keys from the kitchen table. "I'll be 10", he said and was off to get the ginger.
Dezi's, the Asian grocers, was a five minute drive, but Jack's nagging worry wasn't improved when he couldn't park anywhere near the shop.
There was a history behind this worry. Dan was Jack's oldest mate. They had been school friends, played football together and been each other's wingmen on the dating scene. Dan has been there when Jack had met Pip, now over 20 years ago. In fact they had both been vying for the beautiful young woman's attention.
She had been part of a work party in their local pub, the Crown, but it hadn't taken much to distract her from this company. At the time she had a short blonde bob haircut that framed a face of cute freckles and stunning blue eyes. Although they couldn't tell because she was sitting, she stood at just over five foot six inches. Her body showed the effects of gym work and running and her smart/casual work attire hinted at her concealed full breasts and bum.
She was fit 20 years ago and Jack reflected that she was still fit now. In her 40s and after 2 kids, she had continued to keep herself active. She suited middle age and nothing in the sparkle of her blue eyes had diminished. Jack himself wasn't half bad. Six foot two, with dark, slicked back hair that now had more than a few flecks of grey, also with deep blue eyes that almost matched Pip's.
It had been Dan who had attempted to chat her up that night, but Jack had immediately caught her eye and got her phone number, a traitorous wing-man on this occasion. Dan would often joke about Pip being "the one that got away," but Jack was secretly relieved that Dan and Pip had never dated, due to fears of a comparison. True, Dan was smaller than Jack, at around five foot 10, and carried a bit more weight, with a boyish and cheeky face, finished with a smart, blonde beard. However, it was the unclothed comparison that worried him. Jack's equipment wasn't at all bad and above average with about seven inches length and a little less girth, but Dan was just huge. Ridiculous. Nearly 10 inches length and then almost the same again girth. He was something of a legend in the laddish circles they both frequented.
Jack need not have worried. Pip had fallen for him big time and, as their romance developed into marriage and then kids, Dan continued to be part of their life. A trusted family friend, 'Uncle Dan' to the kids. Often he had different partners, and he never really settled down. That was until ne met Victoria, or as she was known to them, 'V'.
Jack would never forget the first time that Dan introduced him to V. Jack and Dan would often sneak out of work early on a Friday and have a couple of pints, before going to their respective homes. On this particular Friday Dan had texted in his reply to Jack's,
"4pm at the Royal Oak, two pints of finest ale?"
"Roger that captain, but can we add a small vodka coke. I have someone I'd like you to meet?"
Jack had already bought the round of drinks when V swept into the bar with Dan. She was extraordinary. She stood about five foot nine, with jet black shoulder-length hair, shaping a truly beautiful angular, olive and perhaps Mediterranean face. She had full lips and incredible deep piercing green eyes. She was dressed conservatively, in a white blouse covered by a black jacket and long black skirt. But her understated attire could not hide an amazingly curvy body. Jack had looked up in a start, as had everyone else in the bar. She was stunning and, despite her clear attempts to hide it, oozed breathtaking, undiluted, sexiness..
But, Jack and V didn't get on. And not just Jack and V, but V and Pip. Together and in wider social circles. V seemed distant and disinterested. Not unpleasant or rude, more cold. But Dan was entranced. In love. And apparently so was V.
While Jack and Dan stayed in touch, their social circles moved apart. V and Dan flew away, just the two of them, to Mauritius, to get hitched. Jack only found out after Dan had returned, during their latest, less frequent, catch-up in the pub. However, the catch-up did reveal some uncomfortable truths. Dan had apologised for the suddenness of his eloping and that he had not invited Jack along as his best man. Whatever stilted atmosphere there might have been soon dissipated, aided by a couple of beers and Dan was soon flicking through his phone to show Jack the wedding pictures. Then Dan got to the beach photos of V.
She was absolutely incredible. Reclining on a beach chair, from the bottom, her dreamy long tanned legs led to black bikini bottoms, cut tight to a clearly well manicured mound and barely containing the peachiest of bums (no, this wasn't a bum, this was a butt). Upwards, through hour glass hips, to a flat stomach and then the piece de resistance, a pair of perfect, DD sized breasts. Although again concealed by a black bikini top they were centred with clearly visible large and erect nipples. And finally; to a steaming, stunning, sultry face, with deep full red lips, wearing sun glasses and a black wide-brimmed sun hat.
Jack shifted in his seat as he quickly and dramatically hardened. Dan gave Jack a naughty smile as he hovered longer over this display of desire.
"Guess what?" he asked his suffering pal.
Jack shook his head, feeling a little stunned.
"She has a slightly inverted clit, it just sticks out a tiny bit".
That was it for Jack.
"Fuck off mate! I'm going for a piss and it's my round."
Jack hurried off to the toilet, trying to hide his uncomfortable erection. He rushed into a cubicle, barely checking that he had locked the door, before releasing his aching cock. Within less than half a dozen strokes he was squirting long strings of cum into, around and above the toilet. As he cleaned himself and the mess up, the realisation and shame hit him. He had just wanked over a picture of his best mate's new wife!
On returning to Dan with the two beers, he found that Dan had already replenished the drinks.
"Sorry mate, I needed a drink", said Dan.
The atmosphere had noticeable changed and, from the triumph of parading V, Dan now seemed completely deflated. There was an awkward silence, until Dan broke it.
"Mate, do you mind if I ask you, on your honeymoon, how many times did you do it?"
