3 comments/ 16172 views/ 22 favorites Game On Ch. 01 By: erossmantic Thank you to my readers. This is the first chapter to a new series. I thought it would be fun to open this up and welcome suggestions for Sam and Danielle's next adventures. Please feel free to email scenarios you'd like to see as they take their mutual submission to next (unlimited) levels. I also welcome your positive constructive feedback. Fair warning, please do not read or leave negative feedback if you do not enjoy stories involving mutually consenting open marriages or submission. The nature of most of the stories on this website are fantasy for entertainment. They are enjoyed most with suspension of disbelief. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Damn, she's hot," I said to myself as I watched Danielle walk through the softly lit elegant French restaurant toward me. She sauntered to our mostly private back table with her usual sexy confidence. She wore a low-cut semi-transparent red cocktail dress that accentuated her gorgeous 5'8" frame, ample cleavage and her long fit legs. She relished that her dress left just enough to the imagination to make her irresistible for heads to turn. Danielle's brunette shoulder-length hair, high cheek bones, radiant smile and olive skin set off her transparent blue eyes; her four-inch matching red heels flaunted her tight round ass. I was not surprised to see other male and female patrons stealing lustful glances at her stunning beauty. I had grown used to it. Danielle and I met six years before, during our last year of college. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other from the moment we met at the campus gym. We flirted all afternoon before she brazenly seduced me into one of the private showers in the men's locker room. That moment set the daring playful tone for our relationship. I also learned her strong personality and competitive nature meant there was nothing she wouldn't do if she set her mind to it. Days later we moved in together. We often spent entire weekends naked and sequestered in our apartment, fueling our shared insatiable lust. Danielle's body was a dream. Her large round 36D tits were unusually firm in a way that aimed her dark thick nipples up as if begging for attention. She had muscular abs; her long fit legs led to her perfect small round ass. We were both athletes, competitive in most everything we did. We got married right out of college, and both began fast climbs up the ladders of our lucrative careers. Over the last five years, the demands of our jobs and settled routine drained the spontaneity out of our marriage. Despite her exquisite loveliness, I wondered what had happened to the stirring I used to feel deep in my loins at the sight of her. If she was someone I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of her. I never used to. As they say, familiarity breeds contempt. We recently began these occasional after-work Friday dinner dates as a feeble attempt to reignite the spark to our fading marriage. Unfortunately the frequent empty silences while eating did more to further dampen any embers than to fan any flame. "You look hot," I flattered objectively as she arrived at the table. "I know," she answered with wry smile as she sat down. The gaping dress exposed her large firm unhindered tits beneath the thin fabric as she leaned forward to give me a obligatory peck. She picked up the martini I had ordered before she arrived and poured it down her parched throat. "Everyone at work seemed to think so," she jabbed with a tone of sarcasm. I could just imagine the number of men who enjoyed the visions of her intentional flirtatious flashing all day. Danielle knew what she had and how to use it to competitive advantage at work. Even though she was middle management, she enjoyed pushing the boundaries of corporate dress code. She had climbed the ranks quickly through her intelligence, competency and strategic flirtation. Despite the number of times men hit on her, she had never crossed the line of full-blown infidelity. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy frequent opportunities for strategic exposure and flirtation. I had no doubt that plenty of cum had been spilled in the employee bathrooms through imaginative fantasies she inspired. It was ironic considering how mundane our sex life had become. "Welcome, Mademoiselle," the waiter Armando interrupted. "Another drink?" he asked, without missing a beat. "Keep em coming," Danielle answered, enjoying the sight and accent of the attractive server. "We're just getting this party started, right Sam?" continuing her sarcasm with a wink at me. An hour later, we had both finished our dinners and half dozen martinis. The time was marked mostly by familiar deafening silence with brief interruptions of meaningless small talk. "So what happened to us?" Danielle blurted with the buzz of lowered inhibition. "You used to be enraptured by me." "You used to make me want to," I shot back with inebriated honesty. The sting of my unintentional truthfulness led to more awkward silence. "I can't do this," she announced, breaking the ice again. "Something needs to happen if this is going to work." "Like what?" I asked sincerely. "Something that will kick-start our marriage. I remember when we couldn't help being all over each other," she said. "I used to see and feel the lust in your eyes." The tone of her voice was more defeated. Her finger circled the edge of her empty martini glass. "I haven't felt you wanting me like that in years." "Nothing like college days," I conceded. "All we did was play," I added, reminiscing about the carefree days. "We used to make crazy seduction a constant game." "Gawd that was fun," she continued. "I miss that." Most of Danielle's seduction these days was limited to relentlessly teasing men at work who would never have a chance. She enjoyed the strokes that came from watching their helpless reactions to her seemingly innocent seductive postures, flashes, lingering touches or suggestive comments. She even enjoyed some playful banter with a couple attractive women in the office. "We used to take risks and didn't care," I said. "Remember the day we met and I followed you into the men's locker room showers?" she reminisced proudly with a cool smile. "I had never wanted a man like I wanted you." "You did more than follow me in there," I said. "You deserved it after relentlessly teasing me all afternoon in the gym. You were merciless. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done in that moment." "Damn that was gutsy. How many women would follow a guy into the men's locker room and seduce them in a shower?" I answered with a broad smile. "I knew in that moment you were the one for me." Danielle let out a deep moan with a smile. "When I know what I want, I do whatever it takes to get it." "And what about the time you asked me to wear a mask and be a stripper at your friend Susie's bachelorette party?" I asked. "Gawd you made them hot with your moves. I loved watching those women wanting you so badly, having no idea who you were. Where is that masked man now?" she asked longingly. "Yeah, and you told me I would only strip down to my leather jock strap. I was blindsided when they snuck up from behind and yanked it off," I said. "Who could blame them?" Danielle asked with a laugh. "What was a room of drunken horny women supposed to do when a tall handsome masked man with a body like yours torments them with a dance and striptease like you gave them?" "I almost didn't make it out of there," I said. "I almost didn't let you," she confessed with a broad smile. "Watching all those women gasp when they saw the size of your dick made me proud. Then when they all started to take their own clothes off, I realized the party got real. I knew you would make it a night they would never forget." "Damn," I said. "They were all over me. I almost lost my load." "I don't know how you didn't when they held you down and 'forced' Susie to deep throat you surrounded by all those naked women," Danielle reminisced, raising her fingers to make quotation marks in the air when she said 'forced.' "Yeah, she was really 'forced' to take my entire dick down her throat like she did," I said sarcastically. "I was seconds away from spraying her like a hose." "Then I got selfish," Danielle added with a smile. "Why let all these women fuck you, when I could get you home and have you all to myself all weekend." "And you did," I complemented. "I was sore for a week." "Not like I was that time you and Carl got in that argument about who was the most masculine." "Ah yes," I smiled at the memory. "Carl's girlfriend Stacy suggested the true test of a man was who could pleasure their girl the most times over a weekend." "The little slut set herself up nicely for a weekend of nonstop pleasure from Carl." "As I recall, it worked out well for both of you," I added. "Gawd, 50 times." "Once every hour," I mused boastfully. "We blew Carl and Stacy away." "Crazy," she said. "Makes me hot thinking about it." "Damn crazy," I said. "You were insatiable." "I want that again," she blurted. "You want me to take you 50 times?" I asked surprised. "No, well yes, but no." she answered. "I mean, I want that craziness again. "You mean, pretend like we are back in college, skipping classes with no real responsibilities or cares in the world?" I asked pragmatically. "Other than tormenting, teasing and fucking each other crazy" Danielle added. "Damn right. That's exactly what I mean. Why the hell not?" "And what about our day jobs?" I asked. "What about them?" Danielle answered with renewed energy. Her face lit up with inebriated inspiration. "We can't skip work, but from now on, work takes a back seat to our fuck life. We no longer live to work; from now on, we work to live." I smiled at her initiative and passion. Just then, the Armando came over to deliver two more martinis. Danielle leaned in to continue her words in a seductive whisper, knowingly allowing the top of her dress to fully expose her exquisite tits between us. "And let's be clear. By 'living', I mean continually finding ways to take our fucking to new levels like we used to. When we go to work, we imagine what we are going to do to each other when we come home." Danielle paused. "And then there are weekends. Remember our weekends?" "Amazing," I answered. "Endless days together with no limits," I responded. "I would do anything to get that back," she said, with a deep seductive stare into my eyes. "Anything," she repeated, with a sultry lick of her lips. "Why is that only for college years? I'm ready for no limits again." "What are you suggesting?" I asked knowingly. "I think you know exactly what I mean," she shot back. "We have fun again. No more limits. No holds barred. We have our wagers and play our sex games like we used to, fucking each other with reckless abandon." Sounds dangerous," I said with a smile. My arousal at her proposal caused my hardening dick to press against my tight slacks. "The more dangerous the better," she pressed daringly. "The old days in college will be like preschool compared to what I want to do to you and will let you to do to me," Danielle added with playful seriousness. I leaned in with a smile. "If we're really going to do this Danielle, then we go all the way. No limits means no limits. We're all in. Saying no is not an option." Danielle reciprocated with a devious smile. "I wouldn't have it any other way, Lover," she said with a slight tone of competitiveness in her voice. Her hand reached over to my lap and began to rub my hardened dick through my pants under the table. "My mind is already racing to think of the possibilities. "So we agree that saying no to each other is never an option, no matter what. Anything goes, anywhere, anytime." "Complete submission," I answered. "Yes!" she said firmly with growing excitement. "Total. No limits. I'm getting so hot thinking about tormenting you endlessly, playing our games and taking you in ways you have never thought possible - not to mention what that unhinged imagination of yours will mean for me." "Bets, dares and games like we used to play, only now with higher stakes." "Insane stakes," she committed. The sexual energy between us was electric. There was no telling what this might mean with the playful competitiveness that had formerly been part of our relationship. She raised her martini glass. "Deal?" she asked. I raised my glass to kiss hers. "Deal," I answered. The toast confirmed the promise; the sound of the glasses coming together rang like a starting bell. We each emptied our glasses. "Game on," she said with her broad sexy smile. Everything in me stirred with excitement. I wanted to fuck her right there to consummate the new lease on our sex life and marriage. "A toast is good, but seems inadequate to consummate an epic moment like this," I said with a smile. Danielle smiled back. "True that. And what do you have in mind?" she asked reciprocating a wily smile. "Give me your panties," I ordered. "Sorry to disappoint," she said. "I'm not wearing any. And it's a good thing, because I am soaking wet right now. Now unzip your pants and pull your dick out," she ordered. Danielle watched as I obediently opened my pants and wrestled my already hard nine inches out from captivity. A broad smile came across her face as she licked her lips, watching my dick throb in front of her. "Your turn," I said. "Time for you to lower the top of your dress and show me those tits. Danielle didn't hesitate, thoroughly savoring the moment as she obeyed. With a wink, she reached each hand into our water glasses, removed the ice, before caressing both tits with her long ice-cube-laced fingers. Cold chills dotted her wet firm skin; her nipples grew to extra large dark thimbles. "How's that?" she asked. "Not bad for starters," I said with a smile. "I say we cancel our weekend plans, go home and do this right, like the old days." Danielle smiled approvingly. "But you have your precious poker night with the guys tomorrow?" she toyed playfully, knowing her icy exhibitionism was irresistible. "Your willing to skip that for this?" "If you cancel the girls night at our place," I conceded. "I think taking this to the next level is worth skipping the night out this month." "Then let's really take this to the next level," Danielle answered deviously. "I say we play a game, make a little wager. Winner takes all. If you win, then you own me for the weekend. No limits." She paused to let her proposal sink in before continuing. "I will become your sex slave until Monday morning. Anything goes. All of this is yours," she said waving her hand across her body. "If I win, then you belong to me. Same deal." "You're on," I said. "What game?" "You call it," she offered overconfidently. "We go home and play a little game of high stakes blackjack like the old days? Strip Poker? Jenga? Call of Duty? Doesn't matter. First one without any clothes loses." "That won't take long," I answered, looking at her wearing nothing but her tiny dress and four-inch heels. "You know better than to underestimate me," she said coyly. "OK," I answered. "If you want to take this to the next level, let's do it right here. Raise the stakes, make it count." "Good," she said, unsure of what she was committing to. It didn't matter. The playful competitive tension thickened between us like the old days. Her heart began to race as she sat already nearly naked in our mostly private corner of the restaurant. "Name it," she said. "First person to seduce one of the wait staff wins," I said. "You're fucking crazy," she said with a broad smile. "You're serious," she said, as if a question. I looked back and smiled, answering without words. "Gawd I've missed this part of you," she added. "You're on." We both laughed; the sexual energy between us was higher than it had been in months. My dick was rock hard. "What counts as seduction?" she asked eagerly. "A kiss? Making out?" "Real seduction means someone cums," I offered with a devilish smile. "It doesn't matter who." "You're not kidding." "I'm just getting started," I answered. "Deal," she said, excited about the challenge. "You seriously okay with me seducing someone in front of you?" "I'm seriously okay with owning you for the weekend when I win," I said teasingly. "Game on," she said. "If neither of us wins, we hit the clubs until one of us does," she added. Just then, Armando came around the corner with a broad smile and two more drinks. He hurriedly put them on the table. "Excuse me, Armando," Danielle said in her best seductive voice. "Can I ask you a favor?" she asked. "Yes Madam," he said. "I have a special request," she said. "Yes Ma'am," he said. "If you don't mind, food for one of my tables is up. I must get it to them while it is hot. May I be right back and give you my full attention? Enjoy your drinks while I do. They are on me. Okay?" "Well yes," she said, without an alternative. "Thank you madam," he said before bowing and backing out around the corner. "Such a shame," I whispered tauntingly. As Armando disappeared, a young waitress came by with a water pitcher. "Oh!" she said surprised, seeing Danielle's tits fully exposed. "Oh, um...," she stammered. "I didn't mean to interrupt," she said flustered. "It's okay," I said, seeing my opportunity. Her nametag said Monique. Danielle smiled, watching me size the opportunity up. She pulled the thin straps of her dress up, to cover her tits. "Is this better?" Danielle asked. "Um, sure," she answered awkwardly. "Whatever you prefer is fine. I was just going to ask if you would like a refill on your water," she said awkwardly. "Thank you," I said. "We would." Monique began to quickly refill the water glasses in hopes of making a fast get away. "Have you been working here long Monique?" I asked. "Just a few months," she said, as she replenished the water glasses, feeling more comfortable with Danielle covered up. "I go to school at the university, and work here evenings and weekends to try to make ends meet," she added nervously. "I appreciate your commitment to excellent service," I complemented. "Thank you sir," she said. "Please call me Sam," I said. "Can I ask a favor?" "Sure," she said, doing her best to give the appearance of unflappable professionalism, when she felt so flustered inside from Danielle's unexpected exhibitionism. It was impossible for her to know my exposed dick was covered only by the tablecloth. "It's unusual," I said, "but I would be willing to pay well for it," I said as nonchalantly as I could. "We specialize in unusual dining requests," she said proudly. "My wife Danielle is beautiful, isn't she?" "Yes she is," she said, her eyes darting at Danielle and back to me. The image of Danielle's perfect firm tits was forever etched in her mind. "We're having some fun, playing a little game. We just made a little bet." "Okay," she said, feeling more comfortable. "I like games." "There is a lot riding on this little wager," I added. "I told my wife that you are so committed to excellence in customer service that you would do anything to please a customer. She said that you wouldn't." "Thank you for your confidence sir, ah Sam. I like to pride myself on customer service and doing whatever it takes to make a customer happy," she said in a perky voice. "Great," I said. "I knew it. To win the bet, we'll just need you to prove it. As I said, we'll pay you very well," I said. "That's nice, but you don't need to," she said. "It's my job. What can I get for you?" I pulled the tablecloth back to expose my throbbing nine inches standing straight up next to the table. "Oh! Oh gawd, that's huge," she blurted, before blushing. Game On Ch. 01 Danielle smiled. "This is our bet," I said. "My wife said you wouldn't take advantage of this opportunity; I said that for the right price you would be glad to. The bet is that you would either take me, or stand here and let me take you. Your choice." "You mean...," her voice trailed. "Yes," I answered calmly. "It can be any way you want." She looked around nervously as if afraid of getting caught. "I can't," se said. "I mean we're not supposed to. If someone..." "It's fine," I interrupted. "My wife is right here. It's between mutually consenting adults," I added. "You are an adult, right?" "Well yes," she answered. "Of course." "Then I'm offering a lot of money for a few minutes of excellent customer service." "Oh gawd, I, I, I cant. I mean, I have a boyfriend, "she added more flustered, never imagining being put in this situation. She kept glancing down at my large throbbing dick, never seeing one so large in person. "Your boyfriend will never know, but he will be blown away by the huge tip you go home with tonight," I answered coolly. "If my boss catches me, he will fire me," she continued, still staring in shock at my large dick. "Or you are so good, that he doesn't catch you. Then you walk away with a huge tip, and I tell him to give you a raise for your outstanding customer service." "Oh gawd," she said, watching my dick continue to throb impressively. "$100," I said, watching her face. For five minutes, that's the same as $1200 an hour." "Oh gawd," she said, placing her hand nervously on the table near me. "That's more than I make all night," she said. "I don't know, I've never..." "$200," I interrupted. "Are you serious?" she asked, in complete disbelief at what was happening. "Cash," I said. "No tip sharing, no recording, no taxes." "Oh gawd," she said again. "200 cash?" She nervously reached her petite hand down past the side of the table to my swollen purple head. She rubbed the precum on the top, before sliding her hand down the shaft. Her small fingers struggled to reach all the way around. She slowly began to stroke it, fearful of being seen by other patrons or wait staff. "Mmmm, yes, that's it," I said, relishing in the pleasure of her touch and my certain victory of my first wager with Danielle. The night was going better than I imagined. Monique quickened her pace in response to my soft moans. "Oh gawd, yes," I said encouragingly. "That's it. Oh yes. Faster." Danielle quickened her pace, gripping my shaft harder with her petite hand. "Oh yes. Oh yes," I said. Danielle watched helplessly as the young coed worked to pleasure her husband. Each stroke brought her closer to the rest of the weekend being spent in complete submission as my sex slave. She knew there was no telling what I would require of her. "Oh gawd, oh gawd, yes, yes," I said as the rising orgasm intensified toward imminent victory. "You're ass is mine," I said boastfully, looking over to Danielle. "I like this new arrangement." One of the other waitresses suddenly walked past, glancing in the direction of the opening to our private corner. Monique quickly let go and raised her hand above the table, to prevent being caught by the waitress' second look. Monique's heart pounded in fear. Danielle smiled. "She's gone," I said, taking a quick look toward where the waitress had walked passed. "No one's there. Keep going," I said. "You're wonderful. You're almost there," I encouraged. "Take me." Monique reached down again and took hold of my heated dick. It throbbed in her hand. She suddenly let go. "I'm sorry, I can't," she said. "Oh Monique, don't stop now. You're so close. $300, I offered. Don't leave me here." She reached down again, and then dashed away. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I just can't." "Wait! Gawd, I'm so close." I looked down hoping the imminent eruption would push even the smallest drop of semen from me. Danielle basked in the moment, watching me squirm. "What a shame. That's torture," she teased. "You're just dying for relief. I bet you would love nothing more than for me to lean over, wrap my lips around that big monster of yours and suck every drop from you." "Gawd, Danielle. Please," I begged in agony. "Are you saying, you'd love for me to run my tongue up your long shaft before lowering wet warm mouth down the entire length until you empty your entire load down my throat?" she asked, licking her lips. Her devilish smile exposed her heartless sarcasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. "It's so close," I said. "No cum, no glory," she said heartlessly. She loved the competition. "Get used to it my slave," she added. "When I win, I am going to keep you right at this place of desperation all weekend. You're going to beg me for relief. It will be agony, as you make me give again and again. If you're really good, I might let you cum before work on Monday, but I doubt it." I squirmed, desperate for relief and victory. It felt like the smallest touch would bring it. I moved my hand toward my lap. "Uh, uh," Danielle said. "No cheating. Hands on the table." "Is everything okay?" Armando asked as he came around the corner. I quickly pulled the edge of the tablecloth toward me to cover my aching dick. "Wonderfully," Danielle answered with a broad smile. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, I'm sure it is okay," he said. "One of our waitresses just rushed past me, and I thought there might have been a problem." I squirmed in my seat, with my dick aching under the table. "Would you like anything for dessert?" he asked. "What are you offering?" Danielle asked. "We have a full assortment of famous delectable desserts," he said. "Best in the city," he said boastfully. "Would you like me to bring the tray over?" "If I want something off the menu, would that be possible?" "Yes ma'am. I will do everything I can to accommodate your wishes." As Monique had said, the restaurant enjoyed creative requests from customers. It made the shift more interesting for Armando, especially when the customer was as beautiful as Danielle. He also knew it usually meant higher tips. "That is wonderful of you," Danielle said. "So you don't mind special requests?" "I actually appreciate them, madam. I pride myself on the reputation I have giving my customers the best dining experience possible. Special requests help me do that and actually make my day more interesting. The more unique or challenging the request is, the better. You'd be surprised what I have been able to do for customers." "Wonderful," Danielle said in a sultry voice with a seductive gaze into the waiter's eyes. "What can I have made for you?" he asked, ready for the challenge. "I want you," Danielle said in a clear firm voice, as her gaze dropped to his waist. "I'm sorry, excuse me?" he asked, a bit flustered. "Simple," she said. "I want you," she repeated. "I want to wrap my lips around your dick and drain you of the thick creamy French delicacy of your cum," she added with bold directness. Armando was more seasoned than Monique, but still stammered for words, filled with a mixture of shock and arousal. Movement in the front of his pants gave away his arousal. He watched as Danielle continued her seductive assault by lowering the thin spaghetti straps of her cocktail dress again to fully expose her tits. "Uh, um, I'm sorry Ma'am, we're not allowed." "What does that have to do with anything?" Danielle calmly responded. "I believe you just told me that if it is possible, you will make it happen. From what I can see, it is clearly possible," she added, glancing again at the front of his pants. Armando blushed. Deep down he selfishly wanted nothing more than to accommodate the unique request of his gorgeous customer. "Yes, mademoiselle, I would be fired," he continued, trying to maintain composure. "The restaurant..." 'I'm very good," Danielle interrupted, licking her lips. "Very good. You won't get caught. If you did and got fired, we'll pay your next month's rent. Either way, I'll also make it worth your while with the tip. Now, are you really committed to customer satisfaction? Because my husband bet me that you wouldn't do it, but I said you would. There is a lot riding on this. You wouldn't want me to lose, would you?" "You okay with this?" Armando asked, turning to me. "It was my idea," I answered honestly. "We made a bet. The stakes are very high," I added with a smile. "Feel free to say no." "That's not an option Armando," Danielle interjected, continuing her sultry advance. "I guarantee you have never experienced what I am capable of; it will be a moment you never forget. And I will pay you handsomely for your outstanding service." Armando paused, wrestling with the proposal. "Damn," he said. In many ways it sounded too good to be true. He knew by the look of Danielle, everything she was saying was true. Like Monique, he knew if one of the other wait staff saw, he would be fired immediately. "So much for your reputation for outstanding customer service," Danielle quipped. "Yes, but..." he stuttered. "A few choice words to the manager and online will quickly correct that," she threatened. "Ruthless," I said. "She's merciless when she wants something." "No, no, you wouldn't do that," Armando pleaded in his thick accent. "Please..." Danielle smiled in a way that convinced Armando she not only could, but wouldn't hesitate. "I'd rather blow your mind in the most incredible way," Danielle answered. "So what will it be?" she asked with her sultry smile. "I'm not going to beg. You asked what I wanted for dessert. I am thirsty," she said. "Very thirsty." Danielle licked her lips again looking at the front of his pants. The outline of his long hardened dick was impressive. "You can be the waiter I think you are and give me what I want, and I promise, I will make your day in the process. Either way, the stakes are very high for both of us. I need an answer. If it's yes, then step over here and let me enjoy the delicacy of your French cream. If not, give us the check and take the consequences." Armando stepped toward my thirsty wife, with his back to the entrance of the small private room and the rest of the elegant restaurant. "Mmmm, this is going to be good," Danielle said as she slowly unzipped his pants. Armando put everything on the line for the best blowjob he would ever experience. Danielle released the long snake from its captivity. "Damn, that looks good," she said before wrapping her thick red painted lips around the breadth of his shaft. Her tongue immediately went to work as her lips journeyed down the entire length. Armando threw his head back and gasped at the ecstasy of her skill. I watched in painful envy as Danielle commandeered complete control of our waiter. Just as Danielle had promised, only a couple minutes passed before Armando's entire body buzzed with impending climax. His breathing became short and labored as Danielle coaxed cum from what felt like every extremity of his body. "Oh gawd, oh gawd, you are fucking amazing. You are going to take me!" Armando cried, doing his best to keep his voice down. His body began to quake with record-setting seismic shocks through this body. The thick lava rose toward an imminent thundering eruption. "Oh gawd, take me, take me." In just that moment, Monique came back around the corner. She felt guilty for rushing off after agreeing to take me, even though it was a crazy request. She also feared she might lose her new job if there was a negative complaint by a prominent customer for poor service because she rushed away without finishing. After regaining her composure, she convinced herself it was just a hand job. Her boyfriend would never know. By coming back and finishing what she started, she might save her job. She might even walk away with $300. That was more than she usually made in a weekend. "Oh!" Monique gasped, shocked to see Armando enraptured in Danielle's blowjob. Her face went bright red with surprise and embarrassment. "Aaauuuggghhh," Armando gasped, both from the surprise of seeing Monique, and from Danielle bringing him quickly toward climax. Danielle refused to release him, reaching around with both hands to grab his ass and pull him toward her. She was determined to win the bet. Armando was mesmerized by her amazing oral fuck. Monique saw what was happening, and realized her opportunity to redeem herself. She was not the only one to daringly break the rules to please a customer. "I'm so sorry," she said, as she pulled the fabric of the tablecloth away to expose my dick again. She boldly took it in her hand again. "Take me before she takes him, and the money is yours," I promised. Monique dropped to her knees next to my chair. She lowered her head into my lap and engulfed the entire length of my semi-hard dick in her mouth. Within seconds, it grew to push against the back of her throat. Monique gagged, but continued un-phased, working my dick with her small hands and deep throat. I couldn't believe what was happening in this moment. It reminded me of our first brazen shower in the locker room years before that set the tone our early relationship. This was a new beginning. Danielle's masterful skill could feel and control everything that was happening with her prey. She tormented Armando, waiting for the right moment. His broad shaft thickened and pulsated in her mouth, as the climax came perilously close. Armando was desperate for relief; Danielle was working his dick to ensure every drop would be hers when she took him. "Oh gawd, oh gawd," I said. My breathing increased as Monique wonderfully brought me back to near-eruption. The orgasm felt bigger and more intense than before. My whole body quaked in pleasure as it approached like a thundering freight train. Within seconds she would have me, and I would have Danielle for our first weekend of renewed unlimited sexual debauchery. Hearing my moans, Danielle suddenly dropped her head down the length of his shaft and ascended with enormous erotic suction that launched what felt like a pint of his thick succulent cream down her throat. Armando's knees buckled as wave after wave of his thirst quenching cum poured into her. Danielle gagged at the sheer volume, determined to swallow all of his nectar. The sound and sight of my wife taking Armando sent me into erotic euphoria. The surging river of semen pushed toward immanent orgasm. My body trembled with approaching nirvana. Monique continued with resolute determination to ensure every drop would be served down her young throat. Danielle suddenly released the grip of her red lips from the French waiter's dick, letting out a deep "Ahhh," as her tongue travelled across her thick lips. Armando's dick continued to shoot globs of his thick cream on to her face. "Gawd, victory tastes so good," she said triumphantly. She leaned over toward me and quickly pulled Monique's shoulder back. "Time to stop," she demanded. "No more." Monique stopped but was confused. She could tell I was seconds away from taking me. She released her lips from my dick. "No, no!" I cried out. "Don't stop. You're just about to take me." My large purple dick throbbed in front of her. "Finish me!" I pleaded. "Don't stop!" "You're done, Monique. I won. The bet is over." Danielle smiled boastfully as she looked me in the eyes. "You belong to me now. This was very good though," she added, wiping Armando's cum from her face and tits with her index finger, before licking it clean. "We'll have to come back soon and have this again." Armando and Monique looked at each other in awkward disbelief at what just happened. He hurriedly pushed his dick back into his pants and zipped them up. His body shuddered, trying to regain composure. "Damn, that was unreal," he said, uncharacteristically letting go of all professionalism. He was embarrassed to be caught in the compromising position by Monique, but her secret now belonged to him too. Who knows what might happen between them now while at work. Monique's boyfriend would never know. "Oh gawd, please," I pleaded. "Anything else we can get you?" Armando asked, trying to regain his professional demeanor. Monique stood next to him feeling badly for me as I squirmed uncomfortably in my chair. "Careful for what you ask," Danielle answered teasingly. Armando laughed nervously; Monique blushed. "That will be all," Danielle added. "I think we are ready for the check." "Please," I begged futilely. "This is so cruel." Danielle reached into her purse and handed Monique two $100 bills. "Thank you Monique. That will be all." "Right away," Armando said, disappearing quickly to make his escape. Monique followed closely behind. Danielle lifted her martini glass while seductively licking her lips and looking lustfully into my eyes. "Mmmmm, and the best part of dessert is that you now belong to me," Danielle said before swallowing the drink.