Designed by "the Duke" - Sex Stories

Designed by "the Duke"

In the USA we have a saying. "Often Simulated, Never Duplicated". That seems to be the definition of, "The Duke". To explain that so "you" understand, we step back into the past. I was younger, had spent 13 years climbing the corporate ladder in a very prestigious firm. At company events, I admired our owner/exec Jason Palmer and his wife Karen. They are the couple to envy. Both originally from the UK, they built our firm. Married over 20 years, they are ideal together. His joy of her, always shows. Everything she does,says,the way she acts. compliments him and them as a couple. Every man, ever couple wants a relationship like this. Jason gave me the opportunity of a life time. I quickly accepted it. I would return to the UK and head a new office. The benefits exceeded my expectations. A chateau, servants, limo, the works. 6 months at the helm, firm without issues, I had free time to enjoy. I remembered a little gold card Jason gave me. His advice was to visit. I called for my limo. Edward seemed overjoyed to take me there. Arriving to find a crowd at the door, Edward went to see the bouncer and I was e****ted inside. It was nice, fairly crowded. At my table, the Pub reached capacity including some standing. There was one table, out front and empty. It remained empty but perfectly set up. I inquired why it was empty and was told it was "The Duke's". I just forgot about it and enjoyed, the evening. I returned on Saturday night. The situation was the same. The exception ...

... being, "Duke's table". It had an ornate, large, crystal bowl on it with several slips of paper inside. In time, several men walked by to drop another slip in. Soon a waiter came out carrying a bottle of spirits and sat it on the table. The crowd cheered. I thought, what the fuck is this? Enjoyed another evening. I finally asked Edward about this "Duke"? Duke of what? He left me more curious as his info was non answer and mysterious. I did find out he lived in my area. I asked my servants. They all seemed to know The Duke, but they left me wondering also. I don't know why I noticed but Martha had a little pinky ring. Small, solid gold, with a Rose on it? Over the next few days, I noticed all my female servants had the same ring. At the Pub again. Dukes table set up, empty, 1 bottle. The Owner came out, picked up the existing bottle and took it to a nearby wall shelf. Everyone cheered again. I thought, these people are damned crazy. I put the Pub off my list for a month then returned. This time, the Duke's table was set up, a single Rose in a vase, a Bottle on ice. 20 minutes later a roaring cheer broke out as "The Duke" entered. On his arm a lovely Lady, well dressed, classy, she accented him well. They maneuvered through like dignitaries, stopping here and there. Reaching their table, a drink was poured. The wait staffed rushed around grabbing bottles from the wall shelf. Everyone was given a drink "on the house". The Duke saluted us and we him. Still didn't know why? Couples ...