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Dinner and Then Some Ch. 01

By: jwwcarterjr2



Chapter One

The evening had been planned for several months. The private dining room had been prepped to perfection. The table was centered in the large room. It was decorated with a beautiful floral centerpiece and two candles on either side. Palm trees were carefully placed around the room. Candle scones adorned the walls and gave off a romantic glow. A high back couch sat against the back wall for quiet conversation before and after dinner. Rhythmic Mediterranean music played softly from the recessed speakers in the ceiling. Saffron, the waiter, had brought in the wine and poured the first glass. He left the bottle in the ice before he left.

Avery and Kaitlyn sat on the couch and talked as they sipped their wine and waited for the first course. They reflected back on the day that they met, laughing at the memories. They continued on to the first date, the first kiss and the first time they made love. The conversation brought on a sense of arousal in each of them. Avery placed his hand on Kaitlyns' leg and caressed her skin just below her burgundy colored dinner dress. Her golden tanned skin was as smooth as ever. He could feel her skin warming as he moved his hand up her inner thigh. 

Kaitlyn closed her light green eyes and laid her head back against the back of the couch as Avery made small circles with his forefinger. He moved his finger farther up her inner thigh and felt the material of her white lace panties. Kaitlyn moaned softly and slightly parted her legs. Avery moved his finger up and down the warm, soft mound beneath the lace. Kaitlyn had always enjoyed Avery's touch. This time was no different. 

The door opened and the two of them quickly sat up and looked towards the door. Saffron had returned with the salads and bread sticks. He placed them of the table and waited for Avery and Kaitlyn to sit in their chairs. Saffron pulled the chair out for Kaitlyn and helped her closer to the table. Kaitlyn looked Saffron over thoroughly as he ground fresh pepper and cheese on each of the salads before leaving the room. He was a tall man with light brown skin, short black hair and spoke with a Mediterranean accent. 

Avery laughed at Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn was slightly embarrassed at being caught. 

"I'm sorry Avery, but he's a very attractive man", Kaitlyn said still a little embarrassed. 

Avery smiled and said, "You don't have to apologize Kaitlyn."

"Really," she asked puzzled?

"No, it's alright to look."

"But what if I wanted to, you know, touch?" Kaitlyn asked shyly.

"I don't know, I've never really thought about it."

They ate their salads in an awkward silence. Each of them had thoughts of their own about the question.

Avery finally broke the silence. "I honestly don't know how I would feel about it. Part of me says I would be mad and part of me would find it kind of," he paused, "arousing." 

They finished the salads and began to talk about the play they had seen before dinner. Saffron returned to pick up the salad plates. Kaitlyn looked him over again. As Saffron stood next to her to get her plate, Kaitlyn raised her hand and touched his leg. Saffron almost dropped the plates. Kaitlyn moved her hand around his leg and placed the palm of her hand on his inner thigh. Saffron stood straight up and looked over at Avery. 

"Can we have a moment of your time," Avery asked with a puzzled look?

Saffron attempted a smile, nodded his head and stood still as Kaitlyn moved her hand up and down his leg. Each upward motion of her hand came ever so close to his manhood. She could tell that he stayed in shape by the muscles of his leg. She moved her hand up and over the firming bulge beneath his pants. She traced the ridge of the bulge downward with the tip of her forefinger. The tickling sensation sent a pulse through him that she could feel. 

Kaitlyn smiled and continued to trace the ridge of the bulge a few more times, then pressed her hand firmly up against his balls. She cupped them for a second and released them. She wedged her finger beneath the fly of his pants and let her fingernail scrape up along the zipper sending gentle vibrations through him. 

Saffron just stood there, head up, shoulders back and his right hand still holding the empty salad plates just above his shoulder. He couldn't believe this was happening. He had made a profession out of being a waiter and took pride in the service that he offered the guests. He had never dreamed of offering this type of service. Never the less, he stood there, without complaint. 

Kaitlyn unzipped his pants and freed him. She took the time to enjoy the sight of his cock just inches from her face, studying the way the veins lay just beneath the skin. The head was slightly larger than its' six inch shaft. The skin between them was slightly darker. 

Kaitlyn didn't touch it with her hands. Instead, she leaned forward and placed her tongue at the base of the shaft and slowly raised it along to the tip. She felt every bump as her tongue crossed each vein. Once she reached the top, she circled the head with her tongue. She parted her lips and sucked the tip into her mouth. 

She closed her lips gently around it and moved her head slightly from side while flicking with her tongue. It felt firm and warm inside her mouth. She pulled on it as if she was trying to suck an olive off her fingertip. She leaned forward allowing his cock to venture further into her mouth until it came to rest against the back of her throat. She tightened her lips as she raised her head up. 

Saffron let out a slight moan as his knee started to buckle beneath him. He quickly recovered and managed to stay inside her warm, moist mouth. He felt the throbbing inside his balls as Kaitlyn repeated her slow methodic movements.

Kaitlyn also felt the throbbing in his balls. She used her right hand to firmly cup his balls again and quickened her pace. 

Saffron came inside her mouth. She continued until he was finished. She carefully replaced his cock inside his black dress pants and zipped them.

"That will be all," said Avery. He couldn't believe this either. Kaitlyn had acted so quickly and left him speechless until now.

"Sir, Madam," Saffron replied. Then he turned and left the room.

Kaitlyn dabbed her lips with the napkin and placed it on her lap before looking over at Avery.

"Well, how do you feel about that," She asked sincerely?

Avery cleared his throat as he repositioned himself again. "It definitely got my attention." Then he paused. "I don't know. It all happened so fast and without warning it just caught me by surprise." 

He mentally surveyed himself. His heart was beating a little faster than normal, his leg muscles were tense and there was slight hint of adrenaline pumping through him. He began to think that he was angry. Then he noticed the swelling inside his own pants. Then he came to the conclusion that he was unsure of how he felt. "How do you feel about it?" he asked.

"I was nervous at first, when I first touched him, more like scared I guess. I thought you would be mad. I was afraid the whole evening would be ruined. But when I saw him spring out of the pants, I don't know. I guess, I guess I quit thinking about everything else. I began to tingle inside a little, it was right there, right in front of my face. I just went for it."

"How was it?" he asked as he picked up his wineglass.

"It was kind of nice. He is a very attractive man. He felt good inside of my mouth." She answered.

"Huh," he replied before drinking from the glass. 

He placed his wineglass on the table and stood. He walked over to her and took her hand and led her back to the couch. It would be a while before they brought the second course. Kaitlyn sat on the couch in front of him and began to rub his leg. Just like she had done with Saffron before, she traced the ridge of his cock with her finger. She unzipped his pants made a repeat performance of before. Avery lasted longer than Saffron had. 

The door opened across the room. In came the next course. Saffron and a waitress carried in the covered plates and placed them on the table.

Kaitlyn never missed a beat. She drained Avery's fluids and returned his cock inside. Avery helped her up and they walked back to the table. Saffron once again pulled out the chair for Kaitlyn and removed the cover from the plate. Maria, the waitress, pulled the cover from Avery's' plate after he sat. Avery admired Maria's body as she and Saffron left the room. 

Avery looked across the table and thanked Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn smiled, "Don't try to hide it, I saw you look at her. She is a knockout isn't she?" 

"Yes she is," Avery replied.

Dinner and Then Some Ch. 01



By Paris Waterman & I. M. Guess

Way back in 2000 or so, I read a short story by I. M. Guess that absolutely intrigued me. It cried out for more chapters. I contacted Ms. Guess and relayed my thoughts, but she demurred, inviting me to do the addition if I chose too. I did and this is the result. I made only modest changes to Chapter One, then completed the story, with the approval of Ms. Guess. 

Chapter One

It was their fifteenth anniversary and Leigh wanted it to be a celebration. However, persuading her loving husband, Michael to travel into the city beyond his practice and the never-ending series of lectures he gave weekly at the medical center and the nearby University was posing quite a problem for her. 

She was just emerging from the shower. Glancing in the fogged mirror she saw reflected a good-looking, light-brown-haired woman, perhaps thirty-five years of age returning her stare.

Leigh walked into the bedroom still toweling her hair. Michael lay on the king-size bed waiting for her, his fat cock lolling on his belly. 

He smiled at her, and she responded with one of her own. Then she did a slow pirouette. 

"Like it?" 

"Yes of course I like your body. I always have, and I always will." 

His cock stirred, as if awakening from a deep slumber. 

"You're so sweet . . ." Leigh giggled. "And I see your friend is waiting for me." 

Michael maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed and reached for her. Taking care not to hurt his testicles, Leigh sat on his lap. 

He buried his face in the hollow of her throat, murmured, "You smell of soap, so fresh and ripe." 

Leigh laughed nervously as he nibbled at her ear lobe and then her throat. Then, unable to contain her rising lust, she began to squirm. 

"You're doing that on purpose," he said. 

"I want to see how hard I can make you," she tittered. 

Wanting to say something to commemorate their anniversary, Michael said, "I'm so glad we met." 

"And you made an honest woman of me too," she said and tweaked his left nipple.

"The way you shop? I'm not so sure of that," he said returning the compliment.

"What?" Leigh said caught off-guard by his words, not knowing if he were kidding or serious.

"Still," he continued, ignoring her, "I wouldn't trade you for the world." 

"Oh, Michael," she said, relieved at his last words, "I love you so much . . ." 

They kissed, enjoying the ritual of exploring each other's mouth for the ten thousandth time. 

A few minutes later, Leigh lay anxiously on her stomach, her legs apart, providing Michael with his favorite view of her body. 

He was languidly caressing the small of her back, working his way to her buttocks. Leigh shivered when his fingers lightly meandered over her twin globes, already anticipating what was to come next. 

With the first touch of his tongue on her anus, she felt a rush of excitement from her toes to her clitoris, and then to the tips of her breasts. 

"OHHH!" 

Her hands blindly clutched at the sheets and finding them, entwined her fingers in them as she sobbed: "Michael, I ...Oh, Oh ...I love you!" 

Then he was kissing his way up her back, lavishing wet kisses on her shoulder blades and then the back of her neck. Leigh couldn't lie still any longer and sought his mouth with hers, as Michael's hands roamed her body. She thought his hands felt like vibrators, leaving little electronic stimulation's wherever they went. She was totally relaxed now. The kiss ended, and Michael moved down her body, returning to her ass. Leigh sighed as his hands drew the cleft of her ass apart. 

"You have the most beautiful ass, my darling." 

"You really like it Michael?" 

"Oh, yes. I'm fascinated with it. I've always been fascinated by it." 

"And why is that?" She asked, knowing he loved to look at it, and more than look, especially just after she'd washed it. 

He didn't answer her; instead he flicked his serpentine tongue along the tiny pleats of skin surrounding her anus, causing her to groan with pleasure. Then his tongue was exploring her tight anal channel, relentlessly probing, as she writhed before him, the bed sheets clenched tightly in her fists. 

And, when Michael ended his assault, she raised her rump up high, presenting him with a more favorable view, and to her delight, Michael began anew, this time licking a wide swath from her anus to her mons before returning to her rectum again. 

Leigh groaned as his fingers feathered across her dampened labia; then ever so slowly, parted those delectable folds and entered her, making lazy circles as they moved deeper. 

Her hips responded, jerking in rhythm to his movements as if she were a puppet on a string. He continued licking her, listening carefully as his wife's breathing rate increased dramatically. 

"Jesus, Michael . . . that's unbelievably good." 

"Anything for you, lover." 

"Make me come soon . . ." 

"Soon, my love." 

"Ohhhh, Michael . . . you're going to make me wait?" 

"Patience, Leigh. Just think of all your friends." 

"My friends? What do my friends have to do with anything?" 

"Everything. Every other Saturday night, maybe they get five minutes of missionary-style grunting in the dark. Meanwhile, you get nibbled on for hours; and it's not every other Saturday night, either." 

"Ohhhh," she wailed forlornly, as his finger left her pussy. 

"Don't pout." 

"I can't stand waiting." 

"Bull! You've told Jenny about us; how you love the prolonged fucking I give you." 

"No!" 

"Yes! Why else would she mention that she just loves to be breathed on and nibbled during sex?" 

"She told you that?" 

"I'm not making it up." 

"That bitch!" 

"So, you did tell her." 

"Well, maybe I hinted to her . . . ." 

"You damn well told her how I tease you." 

"You're right, I did," she said contritely. 

Michael held his finger up for Leigh's inspection. "See how you glisten on my finger." 

"You're not going to . . .?" 

But the finger was already circling around Leigh's puckered opening. 

"OHHHH!" 

The finger gently entered her ass. 

Leigh moaned each time he delved deeper into her. 

With his free hand, Michael reached for the lubricant, and the smell of fresh strawberries filed the room as he massaged it into her opening. 

"Lift up for me," he said quietly. 

Leigh raised her ass, and pressed her head down into the pillow. 

She grunted as he entered her. The pain if one could call it that was negligible, and soon he was deep inside her, glorying in the tightness of her membranes as they clutched his cock. His strokes were long and slow at first, but he was gliding easily in and out. 

Michael sighed then whispered, "Ah, you feel sooo good, love," then increased his pace and changed the angle of his thrust. He laughed when he felt Leigh's hand seeking out her clit and soon after he emptied himself into her anal channel. 

After taking a brief moment to collect his breath, Michael moved silently over the mound of her belly to her second, smaller mound, decorated with light brown hair, and after spreading her dampened labia apart, began to flick his tongue over her swollen clitoris. 

Leigh felt her orgasm approaching and groaned, holding his head tightly against her. Michael rolled her clit between his tongue and palate; the sweet pressure hastened her climax, and when Michael began to suck on it while squeezing her left breast, she shuddered and came. 

A few minutes later Leigh opened her eyes to find Michael hovering above her. She smiled, and licked her lips. He kissed her lightly. 

"Another?" He asked, his voice sounding husky and virile to her. 

"What? She said groggily, then, realizing what he was proposing answered, "No, that was wonderful, thank you." 

A moment later, she said, "Michael?" 

"Yes dear?" 

"You know our anniversary is coming up?"

"Yes?" 

"Oh, nothing, forget it." 

"No, darling, what is it?" 

Leigh had, from the beginning of their marriage, accepted the trials and tribulations of being married to a well-known plastic surgeon. Accommodating his rigid schedule meant little time for nights out in the city. But Michael had made the mistake of asking what she really wanted to do this year. Now that the door had been opened, Leigh seized upon it. 

"How about taking in a show and getting a bite to eat in the city on our anniversary? What do you say, Michael?" 

Michael somewhat distractedly, looked at her, as she continued. 

"You know, away from everything and everybody. Just the two of us, a wonderful idea, don't you think, dear?" 

Seeing his expression, Leigh mentally clicked her heels in delight. 'A picture is worth a thousand words,' she thought, 'and his goes way beyond that. I've got him!' 

Michael, loving her as he did, could only muster a weak, "Wonderful idea Leigh, I can't wait. I'll make some calls in the morning." 

Leigh smiled radiantly, knowing damn well he hated the idea, but she'd known he'd accede to her request. He really never could refuse her. 

Several days later, their anniversary arrived. It was a perfect lazy fall evening, somewhat warm and humid for September. The clear night sky unveiled thousands of stars that shone brightly in the northern sky, and the oppressive humidity seemed lessened by the soft breeze blowing in from the nearby water. 

Leigh, wearing a black negligee walked into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and peed. Michael was across the room shaving and cut himself as he peeked at her as she wiped herself. He loved watching her pee and told her so. 

She flushed the toilet and sauntered over to him. 

"Turned you on, did I?" 

He grunted. 

She reached to his front and jiggled his cock. It wasn't quite hard, but it was getting there. 

"Save it for later," she said, lewdly licking her lips for emphasis. 

Michael watched her image in the mirror as she headed into the bedroom to dress. Leigh surprised him by closing the door behind her. 

Peeling off the negligee, Leigh stood nude and looked pensively into the full-length mirror. She lifted her breasts up for inspection. They weren't large, but men had always made a fuss over them, especially her nipples, which jutted out a half-inch and were not fully aroused. Leigh had a smirk on her face as her thumbs flicked them to their fullest and admired them. More than adequate, she decided. Pouting, she idly searched through her lingerie, tossing items aside until she came up with a white lacy garter belt. 

The memory of her first time wearing a garter belt flooded her consciousness. She'd just turned eighteen and wanted desperately to impress Chester. God, she thought, I actually had the hots for a guy named Chester. Well, she told herself, he was Chet today, and a very successful writer. 

Leigh smiled at the memory. She'd worn the garter belt over frilly white satin panties and put a white dress on over them, not realizing that in certain lighting the dress was almost transparent. She'd caused a sensation at the bar when she walked in to meet him. Leigh giggled as she recalled how quickly Chester had whisked her out to his car and away from what appeared to be a frenzied group of his friends. 

That had been the first time she'd been eaten and she was delighted with the experience. They had rutted like rabbits for two months, then when her period was late Chester showed his true colors and deserted her. Two days later she began to spot, but she never called him again. On her nineteenth birthday Leigh met Michael while walking in the park and the rest was history. 

Leigh decided to wear the garter belt, and hooked her hose to them just to heighten Michael's interest later on then she donned a black cocktail dress that revealed just a little cleavage. Selecting the right earrings took longer than any other part of her dressing. When she'd finished she wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. Moments later, Michael walked in to ask her if she approved of his attire. He wore a three-piece gray pinstripe suit and held a bouquet of pink gardenias out to her. He was grinning. 

Leigh thought of him as her big bear and gazed into his cheerful blue eyes. 

"Thank you, kind sir. They're lovely. And you are lovely too," she said adjusting his tie. She reminded herself just how lucky she was to have him as her man. She truly loved him. 

The limo arrived on time, and Leigh felt drawn even closer to her husband as he insisted on holding the door open for her over the mild objection of the driver, who scooted back behind the wheel. 

They found themselves in their own little world as the greenery from their humdrum suburban surroundings whizzed by. Leigh thinking ahead had insisted he leave his cell phone behind, and after agonizing over the dire consequences that could befall him without its availability, he'd tossed it onto his pillow before heading for the front door. 

Leigh leaned her head onto Michael's shoulder, thinking, no phones, no stress, no problems; we're definitely taking advantage of the moment. 

But apparently, Michael had other ideas, for to Leigh's chagrin, he began talking with the driver about the game the previous night. The driver was only too happy to respond and valuable time passed before it occurred to Leigh that grabbing Michael's penis might just get him back on track.

She ran her fingernail along his length, somewhat smaller than a few minutes earlier, and half-circled the tip of his cock. Michael got the message and ended his conversation. They looked at one another, that special look both knew so well. Their eyes met and conveyed the message of a deeper love. Leigh was reminded of their very first time, thinking that she seemed a little hornier than usual this evening. Gradually both realized the driver was paying them no mind, and their hands traveled lightly over the linen that each wore, whispering erotic promises to the skin beneath. Michael's long fingers continued to gift Leigh with soft, fleeting touches that stirred her. He'd always been able to do that. And she was ever grateful for it. 

"You and your magical hands," she whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. In turn, Leigh's hand toyed with the silky hair at the nape of his neck while the other crept tantalizingly along his inner thigh. She sensed his unease at her brazenness. God, she thought, how I wish Michael wasn't so damn reserved at times, but maybe I can persuade him to get playful in the backseat. We've got all this room. It would be a shame to waste it. And so what if the driver takes a peek or two. 

Their eyes locked and Leigh smiled while rubbing the palm of her hand up and down his just discovered hardness. Michael groaned and she squeezed him harder. Leigh realized he was going to give in to her seconds before their lips touched. Softly, merely brushing across the others a series of little licks followed, then with open mouths, the kiss deepened. Leigh tugged Michael's fly open, extracting his rock hard manhood. Just as she was bending to pay it the homage it deserved, the driver interrupted to announce they had arrived. 

A grumpy Michael carefully replaced his cock and shyly attempted to cover the lump in his pants as he got out of the limo. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Leigh's hand brushed against it as she emerged from the limo, causing Michael to turn crimson with embarrassment. 

'If only he knew, I've merely just begun. This is going to be a very enjoyable evening,' she told herself. 'Oh, you lug, I love you so much. I feel guilty about tricking you into taking me out, but how else could I have managed it?' 

The plan was to take in an early show and then grab dinner at one of the many restaurants in the district. "Rent" turned out to be a fabulous show, and when Michael realized it was based on Puccini's opera "La Boheme," even though set in New York's East Village, he was captivated. Leigh found herself humming one of the tunes as they exited the theatre, and felt good about having gone even though the tickets were $120 each. They agreed it was a tragedy that Jonathan Larson died before being able to see the opening performance of his smash hit. 

Around them, people poured out of the theatre. Everyone was talking, gesturing, or shouting with laughter as they tried to hail a cab to whisk them into the next part of their evening. Michael and Leigh were no exception. Although unlike those around them, they decided catching a cab was impossible, put their arms around each another's waist and idly made their way from West 41st Street to 53rd Street and Etrusca's, a marvelous Italian restaurant, totally lost in the feel of one another. 

Needless to say, there was a small group of people ahead of them, but they found seats and waited patiently. Leigh couldn't help but notice one particular man. Tall and slim dressed casually in black, but very trendy. His salt and pepper hair, combed straight back gave him a rather distinguished look. But, it was his eyes that caught her attention. Leigh had always had this thing about eyes, as if one could gaze into the soul of a person through their eyes. The man's were dark brown, almost black. She found something bewitching about them, but couldn't pin it down. They weren't sinister, but they were beguiling, almost hypnotic, at least that's what Leigh felt when he met her eyes and held them for a moment. 

Quickly, she broke the connection between them she had the strangest feeling that this "mystery man" was luring her closer and closer to him, to some mystical place that she might dare to venture. Leigh shivered from a sudden chill.

"Are you all right dear?" Michael asked with concern. 

"Oh, yes. I must have got caught in a draft when someone opened the door." 

Michael returned to studying the Daily Specials on the blackboard in front of him, and Leigh struggled to regain her composure, and succeeded, managing a strained smile as the mystery man walked by, his face expressionless. Still, Leigh had an eerie feeling creep through her, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. 

"We should be called soon," Michael said casually. He nudged her lightly with his arm. 

"What?" 

"Look at the lovers." Sitting to Leigh's left were two young lovers who could barely keep their hands off one another, and of course, the "mystery man" stood close by. She looked over Michael's shoulder at another, older couple, just entering through the door.

"Let's be nice and give them our seats," she whispered to Michael. "We won't be standing long."

"That's fine with me," he said, rising. After surrendering their seats to the older couple they stood near the entrance to the dining room. Michael was behind her with his hands on her waist. His body was very close to Leigh's, which was unusual for him and surprised Leigh. She pressed back, feeling his bulge against the rise of her ass and derived great pleasure just knowing how well she was affecting him. With an inward smile, Leigh told herself that this was a pleasant surprise, recalling that Michael was always reserved and that it was she who always wanted more. 

Had the young couple aroused him, she wondered. She pondered this for a moment. 'I'm always trying to pleasure him and he doesn't understand half the things I'm trying to do. For God's sake, there are actually times he's embarrassed with my sexual hunger.' Then, in a moment of clarity, she understood. It was she who wanted him to take control at those times and he never did. 'Except for my ass,' she told herself. 

The maitre d' interrupted Leigh's thoughts and suavely escorted them to a table. Leigh felt almost regal as she walked among New York's elite then had her chair held out for her and sat down amidst some of the richest people in the world. The room was crowded with the usual blur of sounds expected in a place of this caliber in New York. 




Dinner and Then Some Ch. 01



A sultry looking female with dark gleaming hair promptly took their order of a bottle of Tuscany red. 

Michael was immediately drawn to the sensuous menu. "They have game birds, and house made pastas, dear," Michael said, engrossed in the menu's variety of exotic offerings. 

"That's interesting sweetheart," she said, glancing around at the Terra cotta, limestone, marble, and natural woods that provided such handsome and elegant accents to the décor. Then she saw the "mystery man" seated alone in a booth, just to the right of Michael's right shoulder, facing her. 

Leigh realized from the way that he kept glancing at his watch he was waiting for someone and she became most curious as to whom that might be. 

Their eyes met, and as if an animal in submission, she diverted hers. His dominance prevailed. She decided he was meeting another man for a business meeting, then gave her undivided attention to the menu, selected an appetizer and decided on a seafood platter, then saw a lobster dish she liked too, causing her to delay ordering for the moment. 

The server was pouring the crusty red, Tuscany wine into her glass when a woman walked past their table. Leigh looked up and with her peripheral vision, saw the "mystery man's" eyes light up. Leigh was positive the corners of his mouth curled into a little smile, or was it a smirk she'd just seen? 

Leigh sucked in her breath. The woman was joining him! Eager to check the woman out as she casually sashayed toward him; Leigh dropped all pretenses and blatantly stared. Fortunately for her, Michael was too preoccupied with reading the wine's label to notice what Leigh was up to. 

Leigh's critical eyes evaluated the woman from the rear. Her walk was cat-like and slow. She knew how to strut to her advantage. The woman was all legs and wore summer heels that emphasized them even more. A soft, clingy skirt showed off her nice firm, tight ass. It was an ass that didn't jiggle with her walk, and as far as Leigh could tell, there was no panty line. Leigh's mind was working overtime. Talk about short, she told herself, if she were to bend over, she'd probably show everything she had. 

While digesting that fact, Leigh noticed Michael staring too. She thought for a moment that his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head and into his wineglass. She deftly administered a quick little kick under the table and got his "heads" back in order. 

Michael's face turned a shade of red, confirming that Leigh's intuition was correct. Smiling warmly, she raised her glass in a toast and touched her glass to his. 

"Happy Anniversary Dearrr-r--r--r!" 

"My god, Leigh, did you see that!" he whispered excitedly. It was quite apparent that those diners close to their booth were also paying the woman close attention. Judging by the expression on the "mystery man's" face, he was well aware of the attention and seemed to be enjoying his little show-piece as much as everyone else. 

Leigh noted one brow arched slightly as his eyes fixed on the woman's curved, sensual body. She wore a short, emerald green, silk skirt with matching top. It was obvious she wore no bra by the way her perky breasts strained against the softness of the fabric. Her hardened nipples added to her sensuality. Her hair was fashioned in a short, tousled, cut. Its dark auburn color complimented her porcelain complexion. Her sparkling sapphire eyes appeared as two deep pools --- the kind most men would willingly drown in, Leigh thought with envy. 

"Quite a statement, eh, Michael?" 

Michael started to turn around, but Leigh cut him off, "Don't stare, Michael! It's impolite."

But she herself stared transfixed as the woman literally poured herself into the seat by his side. Then, with bowed head, she licked her full, pouty lips. The "mystery man" whispered, and she raised her eyes to his. It was then that Leigh noticed the wide black-velvet collar adorning her long slender neck. Was she into S&M? Could she possibly be his pet? Leigh had heard of such things, but had never witnessed it. 

Her eyes were glued to them. Suddenly, she heard Michael's voice blaring, or so it seemed, "Leigh, it's not polite to stare." 

Embarrassed, she managed a meek "Yes dear." Then, assured that he hadn't read her mind, she wrinkled her nose and stuck out the very tip of her tongue. Michael shook his head, "You're so damn cute" he chuckled. Still smiling, he began talking about his last lecture and how some of the top surgeons in the country were scheduling him for a seminar. Always interested in his work, Leigh tried to be attentive, but her mind and eyes were elsewhere. Michael's voice soon became a low drone in her ears as in no time at all; she had quite a show to watch. 

From her angle, Leigh had a perfect view. She could see clearly under the "mystery man's" table. His legs were apart, hers together, but with that short skirt, it was all legs showing. Leigh could not even make out the hemline. The man nodded at the auburn-trussed woman and she leaned towards him. Her red painted lips slowly parted and the soft, wet pink tip of her tongue swept languidly across his lips, lingering before she pulled back. Leigh squirmed in her chair as she observed his hand disappear under the table and tap once on the woman's thigh. Her response was immediate. She parted her thighs and to Leigh's astonishment, the woman's splayed legs revealed a smoothly shaved pussy. Even its lips were sharply visible. Leigh drew in a breath and took a deep gulp from her wineglass. 'Anyone could see,' she thought and counted to three then exhaled before daring to glance their way again. 

Once again she discerned his nod. It must have been some sort of command, for the woman's right hand with its manicured red nails that perfectly matched her lips, slid to her undulating breast. Using unhurried movements, the woman lowered the silky material to reveal a generous portion of the milky white smoothness of her cleavage. Her middle finger disappeared deeply into the valley. 

Leigh swallowed; she didn't know where to look next. She took a moment to glance at Michael and catch the gist of his conversation, made an appropriate comment and resumed her surveillance of the "mystery man's" table. She considered telling Michael about them, but since he would only turn around to see for himself, she decided against it. That would only alert them and they'd end their activity. Covertly, Leigh checked them out again. She felt her entire body flush as the man's hand was now caressing the woman's inner thigh. And . . . Yes! From the look on her face, Leigh guessed his pinkie was petting the soft outer fold of the woman's labia. 'Whew!' she thought, 'this had turned into quite a memorable evening and it was just getting started.' 

Then the woman closed her eyes and cautiously slouched down. The "mystery man's" hand disappeared before Leigh's eyes. All she could view was the back of his wrist --- and from its movement, Leigh knew instinctively he was slipping the woman a finger or two. He nodded once again and the woman's mouth met his. From the hollow in her cheeks, Leigh knew the kiss was deep and appeared to last at least five or six seconds. The woman's cleavage now had a light sheen of perspiration visible as her breasts rose and fell rhythmically. 

With an involuntary sigh, Leigh squeezed her thighs together, thoroughly aroused by the spectacle she was viewing. She wanted to see and learn more about this couple. She sensed her inner heat rising and once again found herself squirming in her chair. The waitress interrupted her thoughts, asking if she was ready to order. Leigh fumbled the menu and blushing, told Michael to order first as she was still deliberating over two of the evenings specials. To her chagrin, Michael said, "I'm still undecided, you go first my dear."

"Well," she stammered to the waitress, "If you'll give me just another second or two . . ."

Just then, adding to her confusion, a sultry-looking waitress approached the "mystery man's booth. Leigh noted that all hands were back in their proper places. The woman was calmly sipping at a Margarita. 'Such odd drinks for an Italian restaurant,' she thought. Leigh forced her eyes back to the menu, quickly ordered an appetizer and a seafood dish she realized she would probably detest then handed the menu off to the waitress, and glanced over at the "mystery man's" booth again. The woman's tongue was sensually licking at the crusted salt before sampling the tart freshness of the drink. 

Leigh clutched at her wineglass and quickly drained it. As she placed it back on the table the "mystery man" lifted his glass of tequila, caught her eye and silently toasted her. Leigh was mortified at being caught. Embarrassment flooded over her and she wore its color on her. She cast her eyes downward, not realizing that this brought a satisfactory smirk to his face before making a comment to his companion. 

Meanwhile, Michael, oblivious to what was transpiring, decided on having his pheasant under glass after all, and began making polite conversation with her. In due course, talk shifted from the mundane to that of his professional career. Their long years together had enabled Leigh to converse with him on this subject while running other matters through her brain. 

At the moment, her mind was reeling with thoughts of what might happen to the "mystery man" and his companion after they left. 'Perhaps they'd go to a mid-town hotel.' She recalled noticing the band of gold on the third finger of his left hand. 'Should she refer to his companion as his Dom? No, not Dom,' Leigh corrected herself. 'She would be subservient to him and that made her a Sub. She must be his submissive, or at the very least his mistress. Surely, she couldn't be his wife, could she?'



Dinner and Then Some Ch. 02



They ate their dinner in silence, each with thoughts of their own swimming around in their heads. They had just finished eating and were sitting there smiling at each other when Maria returned to pick up the plates. Maria walked to over and picked up Kaitlyns' plate first and walked around towards Avery. 

Maria was obviously of Spanish decent. Her long black hair hung to the middle of her back. She was just over 5 feet tall with medium brown skin. Her breasts were average in size.

As she reached down to get Averys' plate Kaitlyn raised her hand, "Maria, do you have a few minutes?"

"Yes ma'am," she replied, "Saffron and I are assigned to you for the remainder of your stay." She put the plate she had in her hand down on the table and stood up smiling at Kaitlyn. 

Saffron must have told her what happened, Kaitlyn thought to herself.

Maria turned slightly towards Avery as she continued to smile at Kaitlyn. Avery reached out and touched her leg just beneath the hem of her black skirt. He gently caressed her leg moving his hand up towards to her inner thigh. He looked up towards her breasts just as she looked down at him. She smiled at him as she moved her feet farther apart. This left just enough room for Avery to move his hand up farther between her legs. He moved his hand around the back of her thigh and up until he held her ass cheek is his hand. 

"You have a firm ass," he said to her.

"Thank you," she replied as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. 

Avery suddenly noticed that her ass was bare. She wasn't wearing any panties. He slid his hand down then back up onto her ass again. This time he opened his hand and his thumb pressed against the warm moist mound. She moaned at the pressure. Avery moved his thumb up and down the moist lips. 

He gently began to press his thumb inside her. She moaned again. He slid his thumb in and out a few times. Then with his free hand he moved the plates and cleared a spot for her. He removed his hand from her and placed his hands on her hips and guided her towards the table.

With her ass up against the table, Avery slid her skirt down her waist and onto the floor. Maria kicked the skirt free with her foot. Kaitlyn stood and moved the floral centerpiece and widened the two candles. 

Avery helped Maria up and onto the table. He gently laid her back onto the table between the candles and returned to his seat. He slid forward and helped Maria rest her feet on the arms of the chair. As he leaned forward toward her he could smell the sweet flowery smell of her perfume. It was arousing him even more. He placed a kiss just above her bald pussy that made her shiver. 

He placed several more kisses on her clit before he sucked it into his mouth. His tongue began to flick at her clit slowly. She arched her back up off the table and moaned. He released her clit from his mouth and ran his tongue down along her pussy. She lowered her back and lifted her hips driving his tongue inside her. She let out a soft cry as he plunged his tongue inside of her again and again. She matched his rhythm with her hips as long as she could. 

As her orgasm neared she began to move quicker. Avery pressed his upper lip against her clit and turned his head from side to side as he continued to drive his tongue inside of her. Maria threw her hips up one last time as her juices began to flow. Avery kept his tongue moving, lapping up her juices. He continued to lick her clean, then placed soft kisses all around.

Avery stood and helped her up. Maria grabbed the napkin from the table and wiped the juices from his face. When she was done Avery stepped back as Maria redressed herself. 

After Maria left the room Avery sat back down in his chair.

"Wow, now I know how you feel," Kaitlyn remarked. 

"What do you mean?" Avery asked.

" I was kind of anxious at first to see you do it, then I was jealous and upset. Now I realize that it was kind of stimulating. I am definitely excited now."

Kaitlyn stood and walked around to Avery. Avery pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. He lowered his hands and lifted her dress. He slid his right hand inside her panties and cupped her. He moved his hand up and down as they continued to kiss. Kaitlyn began to breathe harder as he pressed his fingers into the warm moist opening. 

Avery stopped for a moment to remove her panties and lift her up onto the table as he had to Maria. Kaitlyn slowly lowered herself on the table. As she looked up she could see the candles flicker on either side of her and the bright colors of the floral arrangement to her left. She cried out as she felt Averys' lips against her inner thighs.

Avery continued the soft kisses a few more times then focused on the moist lips before him. He moved his tongue up and down between the lips occasionally flicking up at the clit. This always drove Kaitlyn crazy. She had cried out a few more times as Avery pleased her.

Avery stood and helped Kaitlyn to her feet and led her over to the couch. He lowered his pants and under shorts and sat down on the couch. Kaitlyn lifted her dress and straddled Avery. 

Avery guided himself inside her as she lowered. Kaitlyns' pussy was so wet he slid right inside of her. She rocked her hips forward and back slowly, feeling his dick press against the inner walls with each movement. 

She continued this gentle rocking motion as long as she could. But now she wanted more. She leaned forward and held on to the back of the couch. She began to lift herself up and lower herself back down onto his cock. She increased the speed slowly. 

At this point Kaitlyn was lifting herself up and dropping down fast, feeling Averys' cock plow deep inside of her. A few more minutes and her legs began to tire. 

She stood followed by Avery. Kaitlyn stood in front of the couch, leaned over and held onto the back of the couch to brace herself. Avery moved in behind her and entered her once again. 

The movements were fast from the start. He just plowed right into her, his balls swinging out and up, slapping up against her. She cried out as her pussy began to shudder from the coming orgasm. Avery moved faster and harder. She screamed again as she began cover his cock with her sweet creamy cum. Avery came shortly after, shooting his warm spunk as far into her as he could. He slowed his movements until he had finished.

Avery and Kaitlyn dressed themselves and returned to the table shortly before Saffron and Maria returned with desert.



Dinner and Then Some Ch. 02



By Paris Waterman & Guess

While continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue, Leigh was soon lost in her 'fantasy scenario' of what would transpire with this fascinating couple later in the evening while continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue. 

The extended white limousine rolled silently along the socially prominent Upper East Side. Passing gloved doormen hailing cabs in front of opulent hotels; they drove by Madison Avenue's toniest shopping precinct until pulling to the curb in front of a nondescript building on 92nd Street that happened to be the most private club in the city. 

The chauffeur quickly opened the door and the "Mystery Man" and his beautiful companion stepped out of the limousine and walked briskly to the entrance of the club. The door opened automatically, and they entered. A short, pudgy, but elegant man in his fifties greeted them. 

"Good evening, Mr. Banning, Miss von Stade." 

'He knows my name,' Marion thought, 'what kind of arrangement has Banning made for this evening?'

"Henry," Mr. Banning nodded. "Do you have my case?" 

"Yes, Mr. Banning," Henry said and strode to an overstuffed chair, picked up a briefcase and quickly returned to the couple, handing it to Banning. 

"Thank you Henry, your efficiency is always appreciated." 

"Oh, you're very welcome sir. We hope you enjoy your stay with us." 

"I'm sure we will. Its room 313 isn't it?" 

"Right sir, 313 as usual, sir." 

Banning accepted the key card and he and Miss von Stade left the lobby that was not a lobby, and headed to their playpen rendezvous. 

Moments later, hidden from view behind the tall mahogany doors of the luxury suite, Banning sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair watching and waiting as Marion emptied the briefcase's contents on the bed. A melange of sexual toys poured out onto the bedspread. Banning crossed his legs and nodded. Marion von Stade smiled and began to follow the first of her Master's explicit instructions, after placing a CD in the player and turning it on, she moved to the center of the room, removing her garments slowly to a choreographed dance. She teasingly peeled the apparel from her magnificent body. 

Languidly swaying in front of him, Marion manipulated her body, using the erotic bumps and grinds of a stripper and that of a belly dancer. Marion was soon nude, but continued dancing, gradually arching her body like a bow so as to present her shaven pussy for him to view. Banning nodded again and Marion dropped to her hands and knees, holding her ass high, inviting his further inspection. She adhered to a long established routine and backed toward him, silently praying for his approval. Marion knew failure to gain his approval meant harsh punishment for her and while she "enjoyed" the pain to some degree, his harsh punishments were to be dreaded. 

Marion recalled the last time, when he'd said, "This will hurt me more than it does you, my sweet pet," in the saddest possible voice. Her body trembled. She reminded herself once again that he was a most loving Dom who believed that pain should never be a form of punishment. "It is the way," he would say, before flogging her. 

But to Marion, the worst punishment consisted of those words followed by his denial of any contact between them for three consecutive days. Long, drawn out days that left her with an emptiness and a heavy heart that she found excruciating. Marion much preferred physical punishment, regardless of the pain inflicted on her simply because it was over quickly. 

But tonight would bring no punishment, Marion reassured herself. Tonight would only bring joy. She felt secure with the inspection that was about to begin as she had a waxing earlier in the day. There was no telltale stubble to irritate him. 'Go ahead,' she thought to herself, 'look at me. Touch me. You can't help but be pleased with me. And I will pleasure you my Master.' 

Thoughts of giving him pleasure always aroused her. She existed simply to please him, for she worshiped and obeyed him in any and all ways that he could conjure up as challenges to her. She loved and trusted him implicitly. He was her shining star. 

Marion came back to reality with a jolt. Banning had bent forward and leaned in towards her, examining her closely. He was spreading her ass cheeks wide apart so that her pinkish brown pucker beckoned to him. An enema taken earlier had left her fresh as a budding blossom, and the oil she'd massaged into her pliant buttocks would fill his nostrils with an airy scent of jasmine. 

"Clean as a whistle," he said, playfully slapping her ass. 

Discretely, Marion breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Very good my little pet." he said in a flat monotone voice, "You've managed to please me. Now present your pussy to me." 

Her forearms slid slowly forward, her forehead coming to rest on the thick carpeting as she thrust her ass higher. His soft hands slid down her satiny twin globes. The very tip of his nose traversed her secret crevice down to her dampened slit. His breath left a hot, dry trail of glowing red coals that seared her skin. Pausing at her labia, Banning pulled back for a better view. Using his thumbs, he parted the naked petals before him and smiled at the wet pinkness that greeted him. A thin white lube was now oozing from her and her womanly scent was evident. Banning told himself that she was his most precious gift. 

Marion shivered under his fingers as his hands casually glided down the silkiness of her inner thighs to her calves and back up again. Laughing to himself, Banning bit Marion's ass hard --- then licked soothingly. 

She moaned loudly. 

"What a good girl you are," he breathed close to her ear as his fingers dug in her flesh, kneading and raking. His groomed nails left a track of red lines, designating his signature of satisfaction.

"Ohhhhh, master . . . . ."

*****

Leigh was suddenly jolted back to reality. Michael's words had stopped droning in her ears. By the skin of her teeth, she had barely managed to stay abreast with the conversation. She nodded her head between bites of the seafood dish that had just been served, threw in a few words here and there; but once again found her eyes straying in the direction of that mesmerizing couple at the nearby table, as Michael sampled her plate. 

Leigh hadn't noticed the woman leave the table. She wondered what her name was, and decided then and there to call her by her imagined name, Marion. Seconds later, she had second thoughts about the absurdity of naming the woman, and chastised herself for such a thought. 'Then again,' she told herself, 'it is my own little fantasy, however bizarre.' 

While pondering this line of thought, Leigh reached for her wineglass, took a sip, and almost spit it out, as she saw the woman going under the table. 'My God,' she thought, 'this is unbelievable!' 

Sputtering, Leigh began choking on the small amount of wine, and sputtered when Michael concernedly asked, ""Leigh, darling, are you okay?" 

She coughed twice more, with a hand held up, signaling that she would be all right in a moment. When she stopped coughing, she said, "Uh huh, just went down the wrong way, Michael," and coughed again while dabbing at her lips and chin. 

Satisfied that she had returned to normal, he offered her a taste of his pheasant, but Leigh declined, using the excuse that she couldn't eat something that had been alive earlier. 

Michael laughed at this, and countered with, "But you're eating seafood which came from the sea, and was, or had been a living thing." 

"It's not the same thing," she replied. 

"And you love hamburger." 

"Michael!" 

"All right, all right," he said. "Let's not spoil the evening." 

He changed the subject, and resumed telling her about the agenda of his forthcoming seminar. Once again, only half listening, Leigh was drawn like a magnet back to the couple's arrogant display. The woman's long, red nails were running up and down his leg nearest the aisle. Leigh sat back and gawked as the woman slowly slid down below the table. 'Talk about chutzpah,' she thought, 'I've never seen anything close to this, even when I caught Wendy Zadanowitz blowing that football player back in high school.' 

One thought led to the next, and it wasn't long before Leigh's mind's eye perceived the woman's full, pouty, red lips wrapped tightly around the "Mystery Man's" cock, sucking him off to sweet ecstasy. The competitive part of her personality wondered if the woman was as good as she at giving head. 

'Naww, no way,' she quickly admonished herself. 'I give great head, because I love playing with and sucking a man's cock, pure and simple. And I drive poor Michael crazy when I do.' She searched her memory and recalled the three other men in her life that she had honored with her mouth and tongue. Yup, she concluded, all of them had told her that she was the greatest. And Leigh smiled a secret smile. Still, part of her wished her mouth was on the "Mystery Man" right now. 

Leigh discovered she was shocked at the thought. She had never cheated on Michael. In fact, she'd never entertained the thought before. There were times, she admitted to herself, she had looked at various men, even wondered how good they were in bed; and several times she'd masturbated using one of them to inspire her fantasy to its conclusion. But she'd never actually lusted after one of them. Leigh reinforced this recollection with the memory of Tom Hutchinson, a handsome enough guy, who'd groped her at a cocktail party and how she'd slapped his face in front of everyone. 'Naww, she didn't really want to ....'

Shoving her self-denials aside, Leigh's eye roamed back to her Mr. Banning. He looked rather cool, calm and collected considering the circumstances. Leigh emptied her wineglass and made an innocuous reply to Michael, then glanced back at "him." 

Just then "he" surprised her, for Leigh had thought Mr. Banning had everything under control, now she noticed his right hand. Its fingers tightly clutched the tall shot glass of tequila sitting before him. He was squeezing it so hard Leigh wondered if the glass would shatter beneath the whiteness of his knuckles. A moment later, his eyes rolled back under fluttering lids. His teeth bit on his bottom lip. 

'God,' Leigh thought, 'the look on his face was incredible. What an orgasm he must be having.' Her mind was racing. 'Jesus, how did he taste? Was his musk heady? Was he clean, without any sexually transmitted disease? Did he have a curved cock or a straight one? Was he cut or uncut?' Leigh felt herself growing wet and hoped she wouldn't spot the chair she was sitting in, or worse, her dress. Thank God it was black. 'Michael,' she thought, 'God, what was Michael up to?' 

A surge of relief surged through her as she grasped the fact that Michael was still caught up in his forthcoming seminar and still talking to her. She paid attention to him for a moment just to keep up the conversational flow, nodded at the appropriate part and said something totally innocuous, before returning her attention to the other couple. 

Mr. Banning's dreamy eyes opened and met Leigh's. His lips parted. It seemed to Leigh that he could read her thoughts. He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it at her. Leigh formed a vivid image of its softness on her clit. She flushed and became even warmer. She averted her eyes, realizing that she was embarrassed, mesmerized and desperately wanted him. 'What's wrong with me?' She wondered, fighting not to panic by the emotions running riot through her body. For the first time in her marriage she found herself desiring another man. 

She risked another look in his direction. As if by magic, the woman was sitting at his side. Leigh noted that while her hair was a bit messed, not a speck of lipstick was out of place, and bit her lip as she wondered what brand she used. 

The other woman ... Leigh caught herself ... 'I'm calling her the other woman. Now that's a joke.' She felt her composure returning and used it to make several mundane remarks to her husband. 

When she was satisfied Michael was unaware of her voyeuristic activities, Leigh returned her attention to the couple. The woman sat there, feigning a coy, demure, smile, looking sweet and rather innocent. Leigh noted that the woman's eyes never left his. When, with a dainty pinkie, she brushed across her lips wiping at the corner of her mouth, Leigh's mouth went dry, 'Was she tasting the last remains of his seed?' 

With a tremor in her hand, Leigh reached for her wineglass, and finding it empty, put it back down. 'Now I've done it,' she told herself. 'I'm thinking with my pussy.' Indeed her pussy was tingling with excitement, and Leigh experienced difficulty stifling a gasp as she felt the wetness seeping into the crotch of her panties. She was grateful that she had decided to wear them; even so she realized she might well leave a telltale sign behind.

Recovering her composure somewhat, Leigh found herself smiling as she watched her Mr. Banning lift his rump up and lean back in his seat. Both his hands disappeared under the table for a brief moment. Then he straightened up just as their smiling waitress appeared with two coffees and a dish of flan. Evidently the bitch must have forgotten to zip his fly. 'Oh, did I just refer to her as a bitch?' Leigh asked herself.

Michael's voice penetrated her consciousness. "You know," he said with a loving smile, "I've been monopolizing the conversation all evening my dear. You must have something to say, so I'll shut up for a while." That said, he poured the last of the wine into her glass and leaned back in his chair.

Leigh managed to focus her entire attention on him. "It's been fifteen years," she said, looking at him fondly.

He hoisted his glass to her. "Glorious years, my darling."

She arched her eyebrow. "Oh, really? Here's a test. Do you recall the first time?"

He pursed his lips in thought then grinned at her. "Sure do," he said smugly. "But who's testing who here?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"First would you like more wine? I can order another bottle."

"No. No thank you. I've had enough to . . ."

"To what?" He smiled knowingly.

Leigh paused, frantically forcing herself not to look toward the "Mystery Man."

"To, err, stimulate me later."

"Really?" Michael's eyebrow rose as he dabbed at his mouth with his napkin. Leigh dug a fingernail into her thigh. She wanted to peek over there so badly.

"Okay," he said, "I'll give in. My parents had left us alone for the weekend. Remember the note?"

Leigh laughed. She did recall the note. "Yes, she left explicit instructions for you on how and when to water her flowers and shrubs."

"And?" Michael prodded, laughing once again at foolish he'd been back then.

"And then, with the house all to ourselves you took advantage of me. And in the process forgot all about the watering business."

The waitress appeared at their table, took their desert order and left, promising to return promptly. 

"You seduced me Leigh," he said seriously.

Blushing, she reached for her wineglass, realized it was empty, picked up the water glass, and drank.

"As I recall, you grabbed me as soon as we were in the door," Michael said as if he'd trumped her at cards.

"What a tramp I was," she smiled and then laughed, and then caught herself thinking that the other couple might be watching her and took satisfaction in the thought.

"I never considered you anything of the sort," he said seriously.

"Oh, darling, I know that. But I was a bit sluttish wasn't I?"

"Hmmmm, perhaps. You certainly acted as if you knew what you were doing."

"Me?"

"Well, I'd had very little experience in matters of seduction, back then."

"Oh, you've been practicing your seduction techniques of late?"

Michael became flustered. "No, no! Only with you, only you."

She burst out laughing at the chagrined expression on his face. 

"I'm teasing you, you big lug! But, seriously, when's the last time we did it two nights in a row?"

The waitress reappeared and set about placing their deserts in front of them, poured two coffees and departed.

"Well, you know how busy I've been . . ."

"I know. Still ...."

"Let me tell you one thing Leigh."

"Yes?"

"I've been lusting after you all day."

"Since watching me pee?"

"Maybe. Perhaps it was even earlier in the day."

She decided to tease him further. "Do you know what I'm wearing under this dress?"

"I'd hesitate to guess, but . . . nothing?"

She smiled lewdly at him. "Well, next to nothing. Just a sexy garter belt over skimpy lace panties."

"Ohhhh!" He formed an image of her standing in front of him, one foot raised up on a chair, clad only in a garter belt and squirmed in his chair.

"Getting hard, Lover?"

"Very much so." His voice had gone dry and he reached for his water glass.

"Perhaps we can fool around in the limo on the way home."

Michael turned serious. "I'd like to, but I don't think so. The driver . . . you know how rumors start."

"It wouldn't be a rumor," Leigh smirked.

"You know what I mean," he stammered nervously. He dropped his napkin on the table. "Excuse me, I've got to go. I'll be right back." Leigh snorted trying to suppress her laughter as he rose from the table endeavoring to cover the protrusion in his trousers. "It's not funny, dear," he managed, and sat back down.

"Wait a moment or two for it to subside," she said, forcing herself not to laugh at his awkward situation, 'after all,' she thought, 'my underwear is saturated. I'm afraid to get up myself.'

They sat there waiting quietly as the bus boy cleared their table then Michael coughed, got up and walked to the men's room. Leigh took out her compact and checked her makeup, while her mind wandered back to the couple' activities in their hotel room.

*****

Marion was stunned at what happened next. She couldn't believe her ears. Banning's voice was harsh as he ordered her into the larger bedroom. "Do not turn on the lights," he said. "When you reach the chair, bend over and grip the arms."

Stark naked, and with great trepidation, Marion walked into the adjacent bedroom. Although the room was darkened, her reflection glared back at her from every conceivable angle. Wall to wall mirrors greeted her. There was a large bed, a lounge and an armchair.

'How many people are watching,' she wondered, and shivered at the thought. It was a deliciously dangerous feeling. She grew more excited with each step toward the chair.

Suddenly a spotlight flared on, bathing the armchair in its luminance. Marion halted a foot or two from the chair and bent her upper body over it and with shaking hands, gripped the arms. A minute passed. Two minutes passed, an eternity to Marion. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest. She felt a tremor in her arm. 'I mustn't slip or fall,' she told herself. Another minute passed before she sensed someone behind her. She kept her eyes directly on the chair's cushion, not daring to sneak a peek for fear it would not be Banning behind her. Involuntarily, she clenched the cheeks of her shapely behind tightly together.

"Don't do that!"

Marion exhaled with relief. It was Banning! 'Thank God,' she thought, trembling in gratitude even as placed a blindfold over her eyes.

He placed a hand on each cheek and she felt his strong thumbs near her fissure as he began to expose her 'back there.' Now she was positive others were watching this performance. 'Well let them,' she told herself. 'I'll give them something to watch if that's what they want.' Her defiance flickered out as it occurred to her they might do more than just watch.

Banning tickled her anus, causing her to snicker. "Something funny Marion?"

"It's just nasty, that's all master," she replied softly.




Dinner and Then Some Ch. 02



"It's delightfully nasty Marion. It's filthy and depraved. It's debasing and painfully delicious."

"Yes," she murmured faintly. 

"Yes what?" Banning shouted in her ear.

"Yes master." Marion said weakly, as the first wave of fear swept over her. 'Just how well did she know Banning?' She fought to retain control over her bowels, but a few drops of urine trickled down her thigh. Banning was too occupied to notice as he placed his middle finger against the center of her anus. Reflexively Marion tensed, as his finger became more insistent -probing into the tightened anal ring. He slapped her ass hard. Marion heard the slap, but being deprived of sight caused the sensation from the blow to be similar to that of stepping into a shower of scalding water. Heat, of an unbearable nature shot through her body. Before she could even react, there was a similar sensation on the other cheek. She moaned, anticipating more, but nothing happened. Marion dared to breathe again. 

"That's not the end of your punishment Marion. Would you care to guess what the rest of it is?"

"No, master. I'm sure it will be suitable for my disrupting your attention to me."

"Well said, Marion. I'm pleased with that response. I'm going to fuck your ass without benefit of lubricant. I hope you're good and tight. That will make things interesting, don't you think?"

"If it pleases you, my master," she said as a solitary tear rolled out from under the blindfold and down her cheek. Not because of the pain that awaited her; she had failed him, and that hurt more than anything else.

Banning was quick, and he was brutal. Spreading her cheeks apart, he placed his erection at her puckered entrance where it hovered for a moment, then began forcing its way in. Marion felt something much larger than a finger at her rectum. She had the feeling she was about to pass a large stool, only it was traveling in the wrong direction. He pushed again and a searing pain rocketed through her anus compelling her to use all her control to contain the primal scream lodged in her throat.

As he withdrew, she experienced momentary relief from the torment. But then Banning thrust deeply inside her -- again and again and again. She fought back a sob, and then groaned, reliving the old sensation of receiving an enema, only instead of an enema it was his cock. He pumped into her without pausing for two minutes then grunted and spewed his seed into her. 

Marion derived no sexual pleasure from this, merely accepting it as just punishment for her transgression. Banning backed away from her, and with a soft "pop" he was gone. Relief flowed over her, and moments later he placed a damp towel in her hand and she calmly wiped herself clean. She did this making sure she held her position and awaited further instructions. He stood next to her, watching and breathing heavily. 

"You may get up now." 

Marion scrambled to her feet, and turned to face him. Banning tilted her chin upward, his eyes on her face. Then he removed the blindfold, watching carefully as she blinked in the light.

"I want you to squat while I disrobe. Perhaps you can get my juices flowing again." 

He laughed at her as she squatted, splaying her knees wide, using the fingertips of one hand to balance her body. His shirt fluttered to the carpet next to her. Then, with her weight concentrated on the balls of her feet, Marion began to finger herself. Banning kicked a shoe off and it flew past her head missing her by inches, landing on the other side of the room. Bending to remove the other shoe, he said tersely, "Add another finger." 

He deliberately prolonged his undressing. His eyes were glued to her rapidly working fingers. Marion closed her eyes. He knew she was into it now as she provided him with a series of sloshing, clicking sounds as her fingers strummed, appearing then disappearing within her center. The wet sounds excited him and though he did not express it, Marion sensed it and opened her lust filled eyes to watch him. The evidence was clearly visible from the bulge in his pants. Not daring to smile, she closed her eyes again, allowing her fingers to wallow in her juices as the first intimation of her orgasm revealed itself to her.

"That's it pet, that's it," he said softly. "Twist another one in there for me. I want you flowing for me when I'm ready. And while you're at it, keep those lovely blue eyes closed. Don't even consider peeking."

He allowed his slacks to drop around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he casually picked them up and hung them neatly on a hanger, added his jacket and stored them in the closet. Banning quickly removed his shorts. He wore no undershirt and naked he strode to the bed and grabbed the blindfold and nipple clamps from the pile of toys and implements strewn on the comforter.

Hearing his movements, Marion began to anticipate what lay ahead and became more excited, finger fucking herself with a renewed energy, causing her juices to slosh and seep out along with her heated scent, which permeated the room. 

Banning breathed deeply to absorb her aroma. He was satisfied with both his readiness and hers. 

"Remove your fingers!"

Marion did so, although she lamented their loss.

"Lick them thoroughly!" He listened to the soft sucking sounds as she licked at the sweet/tart stickiness as she complied with his command. Looking beyond Banning into the mirror across the room, she thought she detected movement. 'So someone is watching,' she thought. 'If that's what he wants, so be it,' she told herself.

"Place your hands behind your back and kneel perfectly still." Marion responded with alacrity. Momentarily flustered by the feel of her juices trickling down into the crease of her inner thigh she managed to forget about them as his fingers combed lightly through her hair while slipping the blindfold over her head again. 

Marion was so excited that the touch of his hand on her forehead brought her close to a climax. Banning sensing this, gruffly said, "Don't even think about coming."

"Yes, Master," she replied, sufficiently humbled.

"I'll be right back," he said, "I must clean my prick for you, I know how you disdain the taste of shit."

"Thank you master," she said contritely.

He returned shortly and wasted no time clamping a nipple tightly, then tightened a second clamp on the other breast. Marion grimaced with the influx of pain while the thin connecting chain swung gently between her breasts. As the initial shock wore off, a variation of combined pain and pleasure bit into each nipple, causing the tips to turn a dark pinkish red. Her stimulated udders sprouted a garden of tiny rivets that encircled their prized flowers.

"Do you like the clamps?"

'Oh God,' she thought, biting her lip, "Yes sir," she moaned approaching an almost feverish delight in her torment. Kneeling beside her, he yanked gently on the silver chain with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her silky hair with the other. Tugging gently on both, his face revealed the enjoyment of the grimace on hers. Banning took a step back, admiring his work, knowing this treatment was pleasurable and not painful, although the pain was real enough. 

Marion swayed unsteadily, pulling on the chain, thereby stretching her nipples. He leaned close and bit at their tender tips. She groaned at this, but her sounds diminished as he soothed them by licking them wetly before settling back in his chair. Marion envisioned his cock standing tall and throbbing, although she saw only blackness.

"You know Marion; I do believe your nips are getting longer. Shall I try stretching them a bit more tonight?"

"If you desire Master, I would be honored if you would do so." She trembled with anticipation at the new level of pain about to rack her tormented nipples. Banning tightened each clamp in turn, drawing satisfaction when Marion failed to cry out.

"Very good Marion my pet, very good. Let's take two more turns on each clamp and call it a day insofar as your tits are concerned."

"Yes, please do, Master," and she cringed inwardly trying desperately not to reveal her fear of permanent damage.

But Banning caught her grimacing in pain as he completed the last of the tightening. "We'll measure them later. I do think you've grown some this time." He turned and walked to the armchair and sat down.

"Now take a step toward me." Without hesitating, Marion stepped forward and waited.

***

Michael returned to the table and sat down, but Leigh seemed to off somewhere.

"Leigh, Leigh?" He snapped his fingers. "Are you with me darling? You look like you're in a trance sweetheart."

Jolted back to reality, Leigh stuttered, "No, err, I mean yes. Yes, I'm with you Michael."

"You were gone for a while there."

"I was daydreaming I guess."

Michael looked concerned. "You sure you're all right?"

"I was thinking about that lump in your pants a few minutes ago," she whispered with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Yes. Well ... I was thinking about that garter belt. Are you really wearing one?"

She batted her eyelashes at him and said, "Would I lie to you?"

"My God," he replied, dabbing at his chin with his napkin, "I can't wait to get you home."

Silently she kicked off her shoe and ran her toes along his calf. "Shall I go higher, love?" She teased.

"No! No, not in public! Think of the consequences!"

Pretending to be chastised, but laughing inwardly, Leigh said, "All right then, change the subject to something safe, maybe I'll cool off."

Clearing his throat to help compose himself, Michael took a moment to collect himself then resumed his monologue on his recent findings and the comments of his colleagues. Leigh hardly heard a word he said. Gradually her attention wavered, and her eyes drifted once again to the mysterious Mr. Banning; watching furtively as he fed the woman a taste of his flan, then sampled some himself, before feeding her again. 

Once again, Leigh's mind drifted back to that imaginary room and the scene continued to unfold.

*****

Banning guided Marion onto his lap so that she was straddling his thighs. "You may place your hands on my shoulders," he told her, feeling generous toward her.

"Yes, master," she replied, and in doing so, brushed against his cock. Marion was surprised at how quickly he'd renewed himself. Banning's cock was almost fully erect.

Banning gripped her hips as he guided his twitching cock to her mons. 

'How I want you,' he thought, but he knew he had to demonstrate restraint if she were to be pushed to further heights and to please the others looking on behind the mirror. 

"Rub your cunt against me, pet." Marion immediately rolled her hips, in a parody of a belly dancer's movements. "Wet my cock with it. Show me how much you want me. How much you love me."

Marion dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rubbed her wet slit up and down his heavily veined underside. Lifting up, her cunt hungrily devoured the drops of precum that had surfaced on his satin crown, helping make the movements slick and wet. Banning reached up and took a clamped nipple and tugged, stretching her nipple out a preposterous distance from her pebbled areola before releasing it. Marion's head jerked back as excruciating pain seared through her. Banning glanced at the mirror and drank in their reflection as his fingers skimmed across the chain, pinching lightly at their very ends, sliding from one nipple to the other. Marion's head lolled from side to side, her lips parted seductively as she sweetly sang her tortured melody to herself as his hot, sleek cock wormed its way inside her. Marion ground against him, taking him deeper.

Banning thought her heat incredible as she managed to grip him tightly within her. She shivered with anticipation, and he felt it ripple the entire length of his cock. He sighed in satisfaction, knowing they were enroute to a premiere performance.

Marion rode him, enjoying the pressure of his swollen knob caressing the walls of her coral tunnel. He paused momentarily then pulled out of her. 

"Oh, please sir!" Marion whined as she continued rocking above him. "Soon, soon," he crooned to her. Then with one hand, he lifted her ass high, grasped his cock with the other and in a quick blinding thrust, slipped between her succulent folds again. 

"Ooooooo!"

Reaching up, he tugged at the chain between her breasts as she swayed on his shaft. Her warmth and softness hugged at him. Banning's cock responded with loving throbs. Looking at her face, he realized how much he loved her and the precious gift she had given him . . . herself. 

Marion heard a clicking sound, then was conscious of movement around her and assumed correctly that the voyeurs had entered the room and were moving closer. She tensed up and gripped Banning's shoulders. This was not expected. Marion's lust vanished and fear took its place.

"Who's there?" She asked in a quavering voice.

"Just some friends Marion," he said softly as he eased his shaft from her.

"Friends?" I thought this was between you and I?" Marion failed to notice he was no longer inside her.

"Are you not my slave?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then you are my slave in all things."

"But the safe word?"

"It still holds . . . for pain, not for my making use of you as I wish."

"And you wish to have these others use me?"

"They want to get a good look at the nipple clamps, Marion. That's all, don't be afraid." He lifted her up from his lap and stood in front of her.

"You may sit in the chair Marion," and she obeyed without delay, hoping to gain some time and strength for what lay ahead. Several unseen hands caressed her breasts and tugged on the clamps as they moved by her. Being naked and in discomfort from the clamps was bad enough she thought but to have not one word spoken for several minutes was making it worse. She surmised that the silence was meant to add to her discomfort and fear. 

Suddenly, a voice with a foreign inflection whispered in her ear, "Open your mouth, I wish to pay homage to you." 

She hesitated only a moment before complying and moaned when his velvet firmness brushed against the roof of her mouth. Dutifully, Marion pressed her tongue down and tightened her lips around him as he began to fuck her orally. As he forced himself into the deeper recesses of her throat she feared he was going to choke her. Then she was distracted as someone had knelt between her thighs and was performing cunnilingus on her . . . 

***

"Leigh? What's with you? Your face is all flushed. You okay?" Michael's voices reflected the same concern is voice did.

"Err, ummm, yes. Sure, I'm fine."

"All my talking must be putting you to sleep. I apologize, this is our anniversary and I shouldn't be running on so about work."

"Oh, Michael, don't be silly. I think it was the wine, perhaps I had a glass too many."

"Do you want anything else honey? We can go if you like. You sure you're okay?" 

"Yes, I am Michael. I really think I've had enough and to top it off, these drinks went to my head. Let me just run to the ladies room while you get the check."

"Okay, take your time and happy anniversary, I love you." 

"I love you too Michael," She squeezed his hand and rose from her chair and made her way down the aisle. Leigh realized she had to pass by the "mystery man" and wanted to get a good look at him so badly, yet as she passed his table she couldn't bring herself to scrutinize him from close range. 

Two steps beyond his table Leigh froze. 

"Excuse me?" 

He'd spoken to her! Her knees began to buckle, but she regained her balance with the greatest of concentration.

"Yes?"

"I think you dropped something," the "Mystery Man" said in a deep, yet gentle voice. Leigh turned and stared at him. His expression was benign. A voice in the back of her head was telling her 'he had great eyes when he smiled.' Utilizing an age-old ploy, she broke eye contact and glancing at the floor said, "I think you're mistaken." Then looked up at him and smiled. 

"No, I'm not mistaken at all," he said confidently, as his hand reached out to hers. Perplexed, she accepted the offering he placed in her hand.

"Thank you," she managed, cursing herself for acting so juvenile, but still confused as to what course of action to take with him.

"You are most welcome, my dear." He smiled back at her, revealing a wonderful set of teeth. He managed to arch his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner and said, "I hope you and your husband have a very good evening."

"Thank you. You too," Leigh stammered, mentally kicking herself for not being able to summon up a scathing remark to put him in his place. She turned away and her hip bumped into the table next to her, almost toppling it. After a series of profuse apologies, she managed to make her way to the ladies room. Once inside, she sat on one of the stools in front of the large mirror and opened her hand. There in her palm was a pale, muted blue business card. With her heart pounding, she examined it. The card reminded her of the sky on a beautiful spring day. There was a path with wildflowers on either side leading to a bright shinning essence of light. Slowly she turned the card over. The reverse side was black with gold embossed lettering. It read:

"Give willingly of your body, mind and soul. Your complete surrender is a precious gift I will treasure. Take my hand and walk by my side on this journey". Signed, 'Your future lord and master.' " 

Leigh's fingers were trembling as she noted the phone number. Staring into the mirror, Leigh slowly saw her expression change as the pieces of the puzzle finally came together. A smug, satisfied smile was etched upon her face as she tucked the card safely into a zippered compartment in her purse.

'So I'm entering a new phase of my life,' she thought as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick and retouched her makeup. 'But I'm still horny as hell' she thought and laughed to herself then got up and made her way back to Michael.



Dinner and Then Some Ch. 03



Michael had already paid the check and stood as Leigh approached their table. She risked looking at the "mystery man" out of the corner of her eye. He was holding the woman's hand and talking quietly to her. 'What a strange, exciting couple,' Leigh thought as they made their exit to the street and their awaiting limo.

The driver held the door for her then skipped around to the other side and did the same for Michael. In seconds the long limo was smoothly moving along in the late night traffic. In the same period of time Leigh leaned her chest against Michael as her hand unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp him.

"Um, honey . . .?" Michael said.

"Yes sweetheart?"

"The way you're touching and holding me there . . . and the way your breasts are brushing against me, is getting me aroused." 

Leigh's face took on a delighted look and she started rubbing her breasts against him while softly squeezing his stiffening penis. 

"That's the idea, loverman mine."

Naturally enough, it continued to grow. But Michael kept her at bay, confiding with a barely perceptible whisper that he feared being observed by the driver. She knew the driver couldn't see anything going on behind him because of the darkly tinted glass of the partition and smirked in the darkness. In this she would be proved wrong, but it is of no consequence to those of us following the story.

Leigh knew how to handle his reluctance --- she'd transform herself from demur housewife to foul-mouthed slut. She recalled how he loved it when she talked dirty to him. 

"Come on, ride me, you horny fucker," she whispered obscenely in his ear as her hot tongue descended upon his ear lobe. "I want your cock inside me. Come on you BIG FUCK . . . give it to me."

"Leigh, what are you . . . ."

She was having none of his excuses this time. Highly excited from her voyeuristic experiences at the restaurant, her inflamed imagination, and topped off by the "Mystery Man's" handing her the card, combined to arouse her as never before.

Despite Michael's attempts to fend her off without drawing the driver's attention to them he was losing the struggle. She had a firm grip on his emerging erection.

"For God's sake, Leigh!"

"Come on you bastard!" She cried out, although her voice was muffled since her face was wedged into his crotch. "Can't keep your dick hard for me?" She actually snarled as her fingers nimbly squeezed and yanked on his now fully exposed cock. 

"Leigh!"

She ignored his reluctance, and turning slightly, slid down the smooth leather seat, hiking her dress up to her garter belt. The very tips of her fingers barely touched Michael's shaft and the tingle of her nails kissed at his skin. 

"Ohhh, fuck! Leigh!" He moaned while she licked his shaft with a passion that gave Michael concern. He'd never encountered such uninhibited enthusiasm before. He was totally confused. 'What was going on?' he wondered, as his hands reached for her breasts. 

"Ohhhhh Michael." She cooed as his fingers manipulated her breasts. The words blew her desire and want across the top of his velvet covered glans. He felt the heat of her breath greet his stiffening cock, and as his purple crown made its appearance, he arched forward, the muscles in the cheeks of his ass tightened. 

As the limo tore across the city line, Michael moaned, "Oh, yes! Do me baby! Suck that dick!" 

Leigh's fingers deftly pulled his foreskin back to allow the flat of her tongue to press then lick slowly across his slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other. Michael's head lolled back and his eyes rolled in his head, as the electric charge from her oral massage bolted through him. His hands went to her hair and he had to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down upon his pulsing cock. 

'Sweet Jesus!' a silent voice echoed in his head. 'I don't know what's come over her, but I love it!' 

Reveling in the total control that she now possessed, Leigh made her dreamy almond eyes smile as she looked up at him. She knew he liked what he felt for his cock continued to twitch beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. She closed her eyes as her lips returned to his glans, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge. Michael's slit oozed with precum. Leigh's taste buds were reawakened and dancing with delight. 

Michael's hand caressed her face as Leigh tightened her lips forming hollows in her cheeks. Her head began to bob up and down. The saliva in her mouth along with Michael's salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool, easy enough to devour, and although she'd just eaten, she was starving for him. 

Michael's breathing became loud and labored with intermittent moans of obvious pleasure. Slurping wet sounds emerged as Leigh's mouth slithered up and down the slippery velvet of his pulsating root. 

The tension in the drivers shoulders increased and he forced himself to concentrate on the road before him. 'These rich bastards,' he thought, 'fucking like rabbits. Don't give a shit where they do it! My luck I'll be cleaning his cum off the leather and smelling her cunt until all hours. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Then he smiled. 'Course I'd do her in a minute if I had the chance.' This last possibility helped release his sexual tension, and he adjusted the rear-view mirror for the second time.

As she continued blowing Michael, Leigh's nose brushed the nest of his pubic hair with each downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, the flutist played, inspiring the sweetest music. The tempo increased as Leigh's head bobbed up then down on his musk-ridden cock. Her spittle ran down and along his balls and into his anal crevice. 

Michael had his face tucked into his shoulder to muffle his voice as he crowed, "Suck it baby, suck it!" 

"Oh yeah, that's it baby!" He crooned, and his fingers tugged at her hair even as her lips slid slowly upwards on his ever so rigid shaft. 

Pausing for a moment, Leigh admired how his foreskin puckered at the ridge. 'Oh, I'm giving him the best blowjob ever,' she thought happily. 'And I'm gonna get laid a hundred times tonight,' she happily turned her head from side to side, permitting her lips to bathe in the silky, softness of his velvet prick. 

"I don't believe this, Leigh. What's come . . . Ohhhh, yeah, suck it! Suck that cock! Oh, Christ Almighty!" 

Her tongue flicked out to swirl over, around and under his glans. His pelvis lurched upward. Her palm slid down his thumping dick, pulling the foreskin taut to his base. Heat and friction rode the entire length of his cock and then fire ignited as her tongue flicked across the underside where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering. 

"Oh my God! Oh, my God!" Michael shouted, and for the first time caught the driver watching them.

'Go girl,' the driver said to himself, focusing on the rear-view mirror. At the same time cutting the wheel to avoid a tow truck coming in the opposite direction. 'Can't lose my fucking job over a blowjob,' he groused, then grinned. 'Still and all . . . maybe they'll be fucking back there shortly. I can only hope.'

Leigh rubbed at the small of Michael's back and gently squeezed his aching balls before taking him deep. She'd realized she'd never done this before and began to fear the consequences as the tip of his glans rubbed against the soft palate of her throat. She managed to overcome the fear and ventured on. 

Each was lost in their own reality of pleasure as Michael drew closer, he violently thrust his hips upward and his legs began to stiffen. Leigh was air humping, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she plied his skin flute. She knew her panties were soaked with her fluids and actually felt her juices seeping into the crease of one thigh. 'Had she peed herself? No way, she'd squirted! Damn, she hadn't done that in a while!'

Michael gasped then bellowed as he released the first spew of his load. Leigh gagged and pulled her head back in alarm. She felt a warm tingling in her clit as she swallowed his hot seed down her throat. 

She took a deep breath and swallowed. Satisfied she was not going to choke, she continued to milk his wildly throbbing, still spurting cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans with each swallow. Both Michael's hands were in her hair as she pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around as she sucked the head of his cock clean 

"I never knew you could do it that well. All these years and now?"

"Well," Leigh said, "I thought we should try something different."

"That was different," he said, caressing her face with his fingertips. "Very different and a lot of fun. We'll have to try this more often."

"Tomorrow at seven," she grinned at him then kissed him tenderly. "Of course we're not finished with tonight yet."

"For sure," he replied with a big grin. "I owe you a good head job."

"Only one? On our anniversary?"

He laughed. "We'll see," he said and glancing out the window and was startled to see they were only five or six miles from home. "Better compose yourself dear," he said, "we're almost home."

Leigh sat up, slipping her arm out from behind him and using the mirror in her compact, wiped the last of his come from her lips with her little finger. Michael hastily pushed his spent cock back into his slacks and zipped up, looking like the perfect gentleman again. The driver silently cursed them for finishing so soon.

They pulled into their driveway and the driver, still silently cursing them and with a conspicuous bulge in his trousers, opened the limo door for Leigh. She provided him with a view from her ankle to crotch, partly because she was intensely aroused, partly because she suspected he knew what had transpired and she felt sorry for him. She hurried inside while Michael paid the driver. 

Moments later she heard Michael enter through the front door. She was ready and waiting, presenting her body to him by posing bent over a chair in the foyer with her hands gripping the arms and her ankles wrapped around the legs wearing nothing but white stockings and a garter belt. Her closely trimmed pubic hair caused her mound to stand out clearly even in the dim lighting. But all Michael saw was her magnificent ass framed by the garter belt.

"Oh, my God!" He exclaimed, and moved toward her, hungry for what was evident between her legs. Michael dropped to his knees behind her and ran his hands over her buttocks, teasing her rectum then using his fingers to open the ready lips of her labia.

"Lick me, I'm so goddamned wet already," she pleaded.

In answer to her plea, his mouth closed down on her and sucked and licked for several very enjoyable minutes, leaving a trail of saliva over her entire mons. He used his long tongue to play with her folds, lifting and dropping them, rubbing gently along their length, all this to coax her clitoris from its hiding place. When it emerged, he teased it until she screamed for mercy, then thrust his serpentine tongue halfway into her. Leigh's wanton scent drove Michael wild as his tongue began collecting the juices from Leigh's now squirting cunt. 

Leigh groaned loudly and pushed her buttocks toward his face. His hand busily fingering the lacy texture of the garter belt; and the taut skin along her ass as he slowly licked his way to her hole. She screamed and came hard the moment his tongue flickered at the entrance of her anus. And moments later she came again as Michael tore the garter belt violently from her body. In the process she lost her hold on the chair and slipped to the carpeted floor.

"Get up you hot bitch! Get up!"

As she struggled to her knees he placed himself under her. "Squat over my face," he commanded. Leigh quickly found herself hovering above his hungry mouth as his tongue delved between her labia once again, Leigh reached behind her and felt his rigid cock and gave it a squeeze. He moved to her clit immediately signaling his approval, then he settled into a rhythm that satisfied them both. Having already come twice, Leigh was content with the slow, languid build up of his tongue's lapping and soft sucking of her genitals by his mouth. Gradually he pulled her down to him so that she lay alongside him.

She opened her mouth, felt his tongue push into her and tasted herself. Not for the first time, mind you, but this time the taste provided a pleasure that seemed to remain for the longest time. Finally, she clasped his head between her hands and tried to match the intensity of his tongue with her own. Minutes later, Leigh was pushing her hips against Michael trying to bring his attention to her pouting pussy and it's desperate need. 

But Michael knew her and would not allow her to interrupt him, continuing to lick and kiss her head, giving her earlobes the same attention that her mouth had received.

Leigh was reveling in the variety of sensations careening through her body when she caught herself thinking about the "mystery man."

Even as she was enraptured by Michael's attention, she began to imagine his mouth as that of the "mystery man."

Michael pinned her legs against her chest and began licking firmly between her legs and Leigh closed her eyes and began to shudder. Michael introduced a finger into her anus that didn't stop until the palm of his hand rested against her cheek. His tongue circled around the fleshy hood of her clit, teasing and pushing as imagined herself bound and gagged, completely under "his" control.

Michael felt her anal muscles contract around his finger and slowly withdrew his finger part way only to push back in again as his tongue continued its frenzied movement within her cunt.

Leigh savored the finger inside her anus trying to imagine it a dildo Banning had decided to introduce to her. She squirmed round and round permitting the finger deeper entry and then overcome by the sudden surge of yet another orgasm, she screamed in delight, pushing her hips hard against Michael's face and pulling him even closer with her leg as a long, convulsive shiver ran through her body. Michael continued eating her beyond the end of her convulsions and she didn't stop him. Leigh's body remained rigid throughout this period and she was soon squealing again, jerking with each outcry. She pushed Michael off after it peaked, and holding his head tightly between her hands, she lay there quivering for about ten seconds. Then she let go of go and melted back into the floor. He followed and she curled into his arms and they began to kiss and hug each other, savoring the aftermath of their unquestionable love for one another.

Leigh was undeniably back with Michael now, the "mystery man" having disappeared into the remote recesses of her mind.

"That was . . . wonderful Michael. Wonderful."

"Umm. I had quite an appetite for you didn't I?"

"I should serve that desert more often, you think?"

"At least once a week," he said and they both laughed.

Perhaps five minutes passed before Leigh clamped her legs around Michael's waist and her groin stirred again. "Michael?" she cooed softly. "Ummm?"

"Wasn't that fun?"

" 'course it was, why?"

"Want to move into the bedroom for your turn?"

"Sure," he said, helping pull Leigh to her feet. Moments later they lay comfortably on their king-size bed.

"Mmmm, sweetie," she purred, "why don't I get on top and slip you in and lets just wiggle a little."

"Sound like a good idea. And let me say . . . you're filled with good ideas tonight."

She laughed gaily and leaned down to suck on his nipple. "Ohhh, yeah, that feels good," Michael hissed, then drew in his breath as she inserted his erection inside her and began to roll her hips.

"Can you feel that?" 

"Oh yeah, oh yeah." He laughed as Leigh's movement picked up a notch. "Your juicer is working pretty good."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Squeezing the hell out of me. I like this . . . not having to work hard at all."

"Are you gonna come?"

"Not just yet angel. Ohhhh that feels nice!"

"Your cock is nice and big and feels so good. Did you know it just fills me up?"

"So bigger is better?"

No necessarily, but it helps a girl to get where she wants to go."

Michael chuckled. 

"I'll tell you something else."

"What?"

"I'm loving the way we fit together, you know? Like I think you have this ridge at the base of your knob . . ."

"My knob?"

"You know . . . the head thingy . . ."

"Ummm?"

"Well, it . . . that part . . . has a habit of catching hold of my clitty . . .ummm, if I tilt a certain way and then rubs it this way and that . . . until I just can't stand it and before I know it I'm going over the edge again."

"I love it when you talk dirty like this."

"But I'm not talking dirty sweetie, I'm just . . ." She cut herself off abruptly and began riding him furiously.

"That's it baby. Do it! Ride me!"

Leigh was beyond responding. She wasn't out to bring him pleasure at this point, she sensed she was going to come -- a mighty orgasm was emerging and she was pummeling him to make it happen. 

"Fuck me!" Michael growled.

Leigh recovered her voice in time to beg him, " Ohhh, pinch my nips you fucker!"

He obliged as his loins erupted, exploding into her.

"I'm almost there!"

"God, I'm coming!" Michael screamed.

"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Leigh screamed as they came together.

They lay quietly for a while then Leigh rolled off the side of the bed and went in to take a shower. When she returned Michael was dozing and she snuggled up against him and took his earlobe between her teeth and woke him.

"Sweetie, that last one was exceptional. Want to try to come again?"

"No lover, I've had it for tonight." 

"Okay, let's get some sleep. I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Leigh. It was a great evening. Thanks for dragging me out. I promise we'll do this more often."

"You mean fucking?'

"No . . . well, yes, but going out on the town and fucking is more in line with what I meant."

"I knew that, sweetie," and she kissed his face, rolled over to allow him to fit against her butt spoon fashion and they drifted off to sleep. 





Dinner and Then Some Ch. 03



Not to mention all the other times she sated herself masturbating. Her pussy was sore, even bruised from all the sexual activity; but she didn't care, in fact she'd demonstrated a new level of using household and some garage objects to masturbate. This included four separate trips to buy vibrators and other 'toys' to pleasure herself with. That prodded Leigh to use her latest purchase and she reached for the shelf alongside the tub for the new toy.





Dinner and Then Some Ch. 03



"Want it back?" He asked. 

"Yes!"

"I can't hear you," he teased.

"Put it back in me . . . please?"

"You want to come again?" He said, still holding me aloft.

"Please . . . yes I want to come," I begged. And he lowered me down. "Put it back where it belongs," he growled. And I did."

"Going to come on my cock again?"

"Oh, yeah," I said already pumping faster and faster. I was getting there."

"Come on Gabby, grind that cunt against me." 

"I did."

"Feel it? Do you feel my prick inside you?"

"God yes!" I was panting like a dog by then. Meekly I replied, "You fill me up!"

"Squeeze it baby, use those muscles down there and give my prick a good squeeze."

"I tried, Leigh, God knows I tried. I was never too good at that. No one had ever coaxed me that way before. So I really tried, but I didn't do very well."

"It takes lots of practice, Gabby," Leigh said in a consoling manner.

"Oh, I CAN do it now! Give me half a chance and I'll strangle the damn thing!"

Both women laughed at this, and they took a moment to sip their martinis.

"Then he caught me by surprise and lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. He was still inside me and to this day I still marvel at it."

Leigh's face was flushed as she touched herself under the table, unable to control the itch in her pussy. Gabby watched with interest to see how far she might go.

"Shall I continue?" She asked Leigh with a knowing smile.

Humbly, Leigh replied, "Yes, please do."

"You're not going to come without me, are you?" Gabby teased.

Blushing furiously, Leigh said," My money says you've already come, probably more than once," but she was unable to hold back a lewd grunt.

Gabby laughed, "Don't be so fucking obvious about it Leigh. Everyone will know what you're doing. Try squeezing your legs together. It takes longer, but you'll get there eventually. But to answer your question, yes I have; once anyway." 

Leigh brought her hand back onto the table. "You can be such a cruel bitch at times, you know? But you're right; I'd blame it on the drinks, but you know me better than that."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot," Gabby smiled. "Are you thinking about that mystery man?"

"God, you're so fucking intuitive! Yes, I was! Happy?"

They were quiet and reflective after Leigh's outburst. Then Leigh broke the silence. "You probably made the whole damn story up just to get me aroused."

"No. It's true. I swear it."

"Really?"

"Ummm, John dropped me on the bed and fell out of me."

"I'm squeezing hard, Gabby."

"Good. Anyway, I ripped off my clothes and he did the same. He grabbed my legs and spread me like I was a wishbone, and maybe I was. His cock went in to the hilt. It actually hurt a little and I moaned in pain not lust, but he took it for passion and a moment or so later I didn't care because I was coming big time!"

"I think your suggestion has some merit, Gabby."

"Keep squeezing girl. Just think you're getting off and no one except yours truly has any idea. Isn't that fun?"

"Mmmmmm, yes!"

"Leigh? Have you ever had your tits fucked? You know where he puts his thing between them and fucks away and if you're clever you can lick it on the upstroke."

Leigh flushed and fought to stifle a moan. She succeeded. 

"Coming honey?" Gabby inquired.

"Not yet. But you reminded me of the time . . . well yes, I have been ... tit-fucked, as you so quaintly put it."

"Like it?"

"Loved it!" she hissed. "Getting closer."

"Well John fucked my little titties."

"Come on, Leigh said, laughingly disguising a groan, they're not so little."

"Thank you kind lady, but face it, they are rather smallish. Nice, of course, and some have even said, 'to die for,' but knockers they're not. The thing of it was that because they were smallish, the cleft, or cleavage between them received most of the rubbing sensations and that . . . that was wonderful."

"I could feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out between them." Gabby actually moaned slightly as she recalled the rapturous feeling once again."

Meanwhile, Leigh's hand was below the table again, rubbing furiously at herself. She sputtered slightly as she got off, although her hand knocked hard against the table. Gabby covered for her by dropping her water glass on the floor.

Moments later everything was normal again.

"Did you ever, during this entire escapade," Leigh said, ignoring the fact that she had just masturbated in front of her friend, "think of your husband, your poor husband?"

"Not once," Gabby replied, choosing not to mention what had just happened. "Oh, later the self-recriminations hit home. But I got over them. I had too, after all I was desperate to see John again and we did have a couple days left to us."

"I know you've finished this . . . sordid story, but could you fill in the missing details for me?

"Sure, but there's not much left to tell. John wasn't content with just fucking my tits. He reached back and put his middle finger into me, found my clit with his thumb and off I went again, only this time we seemed to come together. He gave me a pearl necklace."

"That's lovely, but what does jewelry have to do with getting laid?"

Gabby giggled. "Silly, that's a means of describing his ejaculation. He came all over my neck, get it? A pearl necklace?"

"Ohhhh, how dumb I am."

"Never heard that expression before?"

"Nope, never."

"Well, stranger things have happened."

Leigh signaled for the check and while they waited Gabby concluded the tale.

"We were like a honeymoon couple for several days. Even when his wife returned home, we found opportunities using my place. Then when my beloved returned from his trip we cooled it, only meeting sporadically. But I found I had a need for sex and gradually met other men. I just can't satisfy this . . . craving. That's why I was so interested in your mystery man." 

To be continued...



Dinner and Then Some Ch. 04



As the next few days passed, Leigh began to fret more and more over the possibility she might cheat on Michael. She became nervous and irritated. When Wednesday afternoon rolled around Leigh was beside herself. 

Then Gabby called and pestered her once again about calling him. Leigh remained ripped into her. "Goddamnit, Gabby, I told you to leave me alone on this. If you need to get laid call an escort service, but for Christ's sake leave me the hell alone!"

"Menstruating are we?" Gabby shot back, unperturbed by her friend's anger. This helped Leigh recover. She was already full of regret over berating Gabby. 'What the hell was wrong with her anyway?' Still, Leigh remained adamant and held her position, refusing Gabby's unsolicited advice.

"Gabby, if I've told you once, I've told you . . . ."

"Darling, you're not listening. This is fate. This is Kismet. You simply have to call if only to find out if he would see you."

"And why wouldn't he see me if I called him? He did give me his number," she said trying to hold her temper in check.

"You don't really know that."

"I've never cheated on Michael, Gabby and I don't intend to start now."

"Ahhh, but you're missing all the fun."

"I'm a happy person right now, Gabby."

"Hmmph, are you sure of that?"

"Whatever do you mean by that remark? I don't think it justified."

"It . . . it's hard to describe."

"What is?"

"The thrill of the unknown, the excitement of meeting someone new. The chase, the capture, the surrender to a new lover."

"You make it sound like a romance novel, but even trashier."

Gabby laughed. "Trashier? That's funny. It's hardly trashy. After you've met, the electrifying energy your body produces between meetings is . . . uh, I can't describe it. All you'll think about is your next time with him. It's fabulous."

"But what about Michael?" Leigh asked, and realized that she was caving in.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," Gabby purred.

"How can I possibly find the time to get away long enough to have an affair?"

"Ever heard of an afternoon's delight?"

"Get real Gabby."

"Not kidding Leigh. Honest. It's doable, believe me. I . . . I, I'm seeing someone this afternoon myself. Perhaps that's why I'm so . . . persistent that you try it too."

"Oh, it is a case of misery loves company?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I just thought you'd like to share in the excitement of it all. And he sounds so mysterious . . ."

"Gabby, listen to me," she said. "For once and for all, I'm not going to make that call. Do you understand?"

A deflated Gabby somberly replied. "Yes, Leigh. I do," and without saying goodbye, hung up.

But, things change. That evening Michael told Leigh he had a business trip scheduled for two weeks and that he had to leave on Sunday. From that moment on, she couldn't get 'Banning' out of her mind. He became an itch she had to scratch. It became worse after Michael left for the airport. She took a bath and masturbated. It was a short interval before her 'itch' returned. Rooting through her dresser, Leigh found a dildo she hadn't used for several years, and climbing into bed used it ruthlessly on herself. The tantalizing tingling returned minutes after she finished and lay wantonly across the bed sated but still hungering for more. She tossed and turned without sleep for most of the night and was exhausted when the alarm erupted at seven a.m. Leigh took a long cold shower and gave in when the insatiable itch returned as she made coffee. Still nude she searched for the card and called him.

A tremor passed through her legs when he answered on the third ring. 

"Hello?"

"Hello. You . . . you probably don't remember me . . ." she began.

"But I do. You're the woman from the restaurant, who kept peeking at us.

"I . . . I'm sorry about . . ."

"Don't be. It was deliberate on our part."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I'm recruiting a new lover and that's one method I use to attract them. Are you interested?"

"I . . . don't know."

"We should meet."

"That's what I was calling . . ."

"I know. Shall we say Applebee's on Meister Street?"

"That's good, yes. When?"

"Tonight at seven."

"Tonight?"

"Is that a problem?" The place is crowded, very public. If you're concerned about your safety . . ."

"No, no, that's good. I . . . it's just . . . it's so soon." Leigh punched her thigh at her nauseating behavior. 'Get on with it,' she scolded herself.

"The sooner we meet the better, he said smoothly, and Leigh felt her knees beginning to cave as his honey coated words swept over her. 

"Will your husband know you're going?"

"No." Her voice was dry. Grabbing her coffee cup, she scalded her throat and began coughing.

"Are you all right?" He asked sounding concerned.

"Uh . . . yes, yes. I swallowed some coffee . . . went down the wrong way. Sorry."

"Oh, I've done that myself. So your husband won't be aware of . . . our activity."

"No."

"That's probably for the best."

"He's on a business trip," Leigh was quick to add.

"Ahh, while the cat's away . . ."

"Don't be nasty."

"You're right," he laughed, and sent a chill down her spinal column. "I'll save the . . . nasty for later."

She laughed nervously. "I'll bet you will. Oh, by the way, what is your name?"

"My name is Roden, David Roden. And yours?"

"Leigh. Leigh . . . perhaps I'll hold onto my last name for a while."

"As you wish . . . Mrs. Hepner."

Leigh was stunned. He knew her name!

"How did you?"

"I simply asked the server after giving her a generous tip. She got it from your husband's credit card slip."

Leigh bit her tongue in frustration.

"Was that your wife with you?" She asked just to say something that wasn't inane.

"Greta?" He laughed. "Hardly, she's my slave."

Leigh's intake of breath was discernible over the phone.

"You didn't know that?"

"I . . . I . . ."

"Come on Leigh, the collar, the way she acted, all those shenanigans at the table."

"She . . . was very submissive, I know, but . . . ."

"We'll discuss the subject this evening, but I should tell you right now, you are a very good candidate for becoming another slave of mine."

"What!"

"Oh, yes. You have many characteristics of wanting to be dominated, but let's save that for later shall we?"

Silence

"We are still on for tonight, aren't we?"

Leigh waited a long time before responding in a soft quiet, barely audible voice, "Yes, we are."

"Good I'm looking forward to really meeting you. Good bye." She stood in the kitchen for several minutes shaking and thinking about the giant step she'd just taken. Then carefully dressed and called Gabby. It was short and to the point. To Leigh's surprise, Gabby was casual about the whole thing only asking; well demanding was more like it, to hear details, details, details, afterward. 

Leigh made several more calls before setting out to the hairdresser's to have her legs waxed and her hair cut. The spa could work her in a little later in the afternoon and Leigh was humming happily as she left the house. 'This cheating seems like such fun,' she thought as she backed the car out of the garage.

***

Leigh arrived at Applebee's promptly at seven and found him waiting for her. He wore a cashmere sports jacket and dark brown slacks with a crease that might draw blood if bumped against.

'Just like the other place,' she thought as he waved to her, 'only he's waiting for me.'

Putting a wane smile on her face, Leigh greeted David. "Hello," she said, discovering that she was suddenly pleased her voice hadn't faltered.

David rose and helped her sit, yet another surprise.

"Thank you," she smiled as her confidence started to return. 'At least he's well mannered,' she thought as she sat down at the table.

"You're welcome," he said, but failed to smile. His eyes were riveted upon her, not unlike a hawk gazing down upon a chicken.

A waitress came and took their orders, promising to get right back with the drinks. Leigh took a deep breath and asked, "So what have you got in mind for me this evening?" 

David grinned roguishly, "In due course lovely lady, in due course. Perhaps we should get to know one another first."

"You seem to know a great deal about me already. Why don't we talk about you first?"

"Fine. What would you like to know?"

Leigh's jaw dropped. 'Would it that easy?' She wondered. Just then the waitress arrived with their drinks, a martini for David and a glass of white wine for her. Leigh emptied two generous glasses of wine before the food had even arrived, spending most of the time telling David how much she loved her husband. Throughout her discourse, he nodded his understandingly. 

The food came with Leigh's third glass of wine. "I'm awfully thirsty aren't I?" she said nervously.

He reached across the table, took her hand in his and gently stroked it. "What would you like to know?" David repeated.

"That . . . that performance you put on the other night."

"Yes?"

"Was that . . . typical?"

"No. It was the exception. You must realize to do that every time out would attract . . . a certain type of attention that would bring unwanted attention to me and my . . . friends."

She nodded.

"And," he continued "to answer your next question. I got the distinct impression that you were bored with your husband and interested in our little interplay."

"Oh, really?"

"Don't get heated up now," he said in a cautionary manner, then smiled confidently and added, "You were paying far more attention to us than to him and he brought you there. Be honest, you hardly heard a word he said all evening."

"That's true," Leigh ruefully admitted. "But it was because I'd never seen anything like what you two were doing and I got so . . ."

"Hot?"

"Yes, if you must know. Watching the two of you having sex in front of me did get me aroused."

"I'm glad you're honest about it. So I'll be candid with you. Greta gets off doing . . . certain things in public. I'm sure you've heard of people like that."

"Of course I have."

"But you seemed to be getting into it with us. I was tempted to send Greta into the ladies room after you, but she tends to get carried away and just might have frightened you off."

"Thank you for not doing that."

"Ah you're smiling. Good," he rubbed her hand in his.

"It's just that . . . I wasn't in the mood for any lesbian activities that evening."

"So . . ." he paused for a moment. "You don't rule bisexual activities out then?"

"No," she said. She hadn't thought she'd be so forthcoming with him and felt herself blushing.

"Honesty is very good," he said, looking into her eyes, "especially this early in our relationship."

"I'd hardly call this a relationship."

"What is it then? You're a married woman. Your husband is out of town and you're here with me."

"Curiosity."

"That's what killed the cat."

"I'm not a cat."

"But you've got a hot pussy."

"Damn you!" Leigh hissed sharply and stood up; she was angrier at herself then with him. Still with venom in her voice she spat out, "I've had it with you. I'm leaving!"

"Sit down," his voice was low, but deadly serious and she realized he could very well be dangerous. Reluctantly she slowly resumed her seat. "You have got a hot pussy. Admit it. That's why you're here. Perhaps you've always felt somewhat guilty about sex." 

"I've never . . . felt guilty about sex," Leigh stated firmly through clenched teeth. 'God,' she thought, 'he could be such a bastard, but . . .'

"Or that there's a void in your sex life." David continued as if she hadn't spoken. "And you're looking for another kind of sexual fulfillment."

"That's crazy!"

"Is it? Becoming a slave opens up a whole world of new experiences to you. Obviously your love life hasn't or isn't working out that well. And don't give me that petulant look either. You are here with me. Perhaps it's time you tried something different."

Leigh couldn't look him in the eye and stared at the table. "I will say," She paused, "I find myself interested, but can't conceive of myself getting involved in anything like that. After all, I have my marriage to think of."

"Of course you do. Whatever we get into will be kept perfectly private."

"What about Greta?"

"She is my slave. She trusts me and will do as I say in all things."

This mollified her and after a moment she looked him in the eye. "David?" He smiled at her and she liked it, perhaps a little too much.

"Yes Leigh?"

It's getting late and it looks like they want to close, shall we leave?" He glanced around and saw that she was right. The waitress was hovering nearby waiting for them to settle the bill.

"Yes it is." He reached for his billfold and dropped forty dollars on the table. "Will that cover everything? He asked pleasantly.

"Yes sir," The waitress said sweetly, "Thank you very much and have a good evening."

***

Outside in the parking lot they stood looking at each other apparently at a loss for words. Leigh's nerve got the better of her and she began opening and closing her purse.

"Stop that," David said tersely. Leigh tucked the bag under her arm. "Where do we go from here?" She asked, looking down at her shoes. "Let's get in my car and drive to the park. It's just four or five blocks south of us."

"All right," she said demurely and walked toward his car. Minutes later they'd parked and David rolled his window down and a cool breeze wafted through the car. "Okay," he said. "So, fire away. What do you want to ask me?"

"Why don't you just tell me what you're into? You mentioned trust."

He clasped his hands behind his head and waited. Leigh couldn't take the silence and began talking rapidly. "Well, how do I know I can trust you? I mean, I'm what you'd probably call a little kinky, but that doesn't mean I want to get raped. I like the idea, or the concept of submission, but . . ."

David placed his hands in his lap. "Leigh, power issues are so much more complex than you think they are."

"Oh?"

"It's more about knowing your limits and exploring them, not a complete surrender and in order to reach even the first plateau a level of trust is required. Your partner must stop if and when you give them the safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Kind of a code, or signal. Like using the word 'yellow' as the safe word. When your partner hears that word, they stop what they are doing and release you. There are no ifs involved. A safe word is inviolate, it must be complied with, or your partner is committing a crime.

"Uh huh."

"As I've told you, you have to trust the person completely, because in order to get anything out of it, you have to totally let yourself go. Imagine yourself as this helpless toy in someone else's hands. That you exist solely for their pleasure, and they can do anything they want to you. Allow yourself to wallow in this feeling of sexual helplessness."

"Sexual helplessness?"

"Well, not just that. You have to understand that there has to be a relationship in place before you get that far. The dominant and submissive really have to know and understand each other. A good Dom can string you along for hours, taking you to the brink repeatedly until you're just this mass of over stimulated nerves, until you can't differentiate pain and pleasure anymore. It's a high like nothing else."

Leigh shifted uncomfortably, wondering when she'd been this turned on by conversation.

"And . . ." she managed to blurt out, "you get off on this too?"

"Yes, Leigh, we both . . . get off."

He smiled at her and touched her shoulder. She didn't flinch, but yearned for him to continue touching her. "Tell me how you think your first scene will go?" He said with some tenderness and Leigh felt herself beginning to thaw.

"I don't understand," she said finding herself staring into his deep black eyes.

"What do you envision happening between us the first time?"

"Oh! I . . . I" 

"Sex, of course. Right?"

"I . . . yes."

"But what kind of sex?"

"I don't . . ."

"You do know!" David said, not unkindly. "Leigh you do know, it's just that you haven't admitted to yourself what it is you want to do with me." 

There was a short silence and then Leigh, looking down at her hands, spoke. "Perhaps . . . perhaps if you made a suggestion."

"I think you should go home," David replied.

"Oh?" She said looking up at him. She realized he was disappointed.

"I'll call you," he said.

"All right. Good night then." And she caught herself before leaning forward to accept his kiss. Instead she held out her hand. David saw something in her expression and he took her hand and held it tightly in his.

"I've changed my mind," he said.

"Really? In what way?"

"This way," he said as he put his arm around her and directed her unresisting body to his door, which he managed to open with one hand and edged her into the back seat with the other.

"What?" Leigh felt herself grow giddy with the thought of his body on hers in the back seat. 'Just like a late date in high school,' she told herself.

"I hate to waste a perfectly good evening," David said calmly, climbing into the back with her. 

"I don't understand," she said trying to convey a coyness she didn't feel.

"You'll understand this," and pulled her across his lap and flipped up her skirt exposing her red thong panties.

"Someone will see!" Leigh cried out in embarrassment.

"Now that's interesting. I would have thought you'd tell me to stop." Chagrined with the truth in what he'd said, she squirmed around futilely trying to free herself.

"From my perspective you've been a pain in the ass all night. So I might as well demonstrate what that equates to," and he smacked her sharply on the ass. 

"No! Don't!"

He brought his hand down sharply on her barely covered ass. "Ouch! You bastard. That hurt!"

"Did it?" And he smacked her again.

"OW!"

"It's supposed to Leigh, it's a spanking for Christ's sake." Leigh thought he was disgusted with her and determined to settle down and let him flail away at her behind. "Is this more than you bargained for?" 

"N . . . no! It's ...okay ...I'm starting to like it."

"Liar!" He snarled and smacked her three more times, then pulled her skirt back down and opened the car door for her. Leigh stumbled out and stood next to the car waiting for his next move.

He surprised her, for after walking her to her car, he said quietly and calmly, "Thank you, Leigh, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can do it again some night soon.

Flustered but finding herself highly aroused Leigh thought quickly and said, "That was almost fun, David. But you're really leaving? What happened to the rest of the bondage part where I get tied up and you fuck my brains out?" 

He looked at her before he answered. A furrow appeared on his forehead. "I've got to think about it. You may not be a good subject for it. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know."

As soon as she got home, a morose Leigh called Gabby and told her everything that had happened. Gabby was intensely interested. "He hiked your dress up and only spanked you?"

"It was my skirt, and yes that's all he did."

"Christ, I'm hot just thinking about it," Gabby said with a rush.

"Well . . . so am I," Leigh added, and then laughed at the futility of it all.

"I thought . . ." she began, then paused. "I thought that after all that soul searching I was going to get laid and laid good, but ...."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I haven't decided," Leigh blithely lied. Truthfully she didn't know what to do.

Gabby prattled on with what she thought was sage advice, but Leigh's mind was moving to fast of its own accord to follow Gabby.

Eventually, the conversation died out and Leigh took a long shower and went to bed, but not to sleep. 'Would he call?' She wondered. 'Had she been too standoffish?' A wry smile crossed her face. 'No,' she thought, he would call. 'The question was, what would she say?' When Leigh got around to asking herself what she would wear, she smiled in the darkened room and fell asleep. The itch had faded away.




Dinner and Then Some Ch. 04



The next day began well enough. Leigh treated herself to a sumptuous breakfast before venturing out to do some shopping. New lingerie at Victoria's Secret, shoes at Bloomingdale's and a black cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and revealing cleavage from Bergdorf's. 

She considered calling Gabby and meeting her for cocktails, but shuddered at the thought of missing David's call and raced home only to discover there were no messages. Gabby called around four, and Leigh quickly got rid of her. She fully expected him to call at any moment. Then at five the phone rang, and she sprang to answer it.

"Hello," she said, breathing hard.

"Hi honey, how are you?" It was Michael. She had forgotten he existed.

"Hi," she said, willing herself to put enthusiasm into her voice.

"Well," he said, "the weather is great and I met Phil Burgess and Cynthia Evershevski of all people!"

"Really! How are they? It's been ages, we don't even send Christmas Cards to them anymore; at least I don't think so. Sorry, Michael, I'm rambling."

"No, no you're not. Anyway they send you their best. Cynthia's had two more children. Umm, let's see, that's four. Three boys and a girl, with the girl being the youngest."

"And how is Phil?" Leigh pictured an athletic looking male just under six feet with lots of blonde hair cascading down his shoulders. She had fond memories of surfing simmers away with Phil and some other friends.

"I don't know how to tell you this, but he's put on weight. Oh, maybe fifty pounds."

"My God, no!"

Michael laughed. "Yeah, and all that blonde hair is gone too."

Leigh thought, 'but he's only in his mid-thirties.' 

"Well, we all don't age gracefully," she managed to say.

"Tell me about it. We look positively youthful compared to them."

"So how's the business end of your trip dear?"

"Typical, hon, so far I've listened to several presentations and I'm due to give mine tomorrow. Then we settle down for a couple days of intensive information sharing. I can't wait to hear Loring's latest ideas. He's quite the innovator."

And so it went. Leigh began to fidget, wishing Michael would finish and at the same time berated herself for being so inconsiderate. After another twenty minutes Michael ended the call with kisses and love. Leigh made herself a drink and sat on the sofa, nervously waiting for David to call.

He didn't. And she busied herself cleaning the house, making a salad and having two glasses of wine. She began to cry around nine and chastised herself for being so weak, went to bed. She was deep in an erotic dream in which she wore black stockings and a garter belt when the ringing of the phone woke her.

Her voice was groggy with sleep and fear. "Hello?" Had something happened to Michael?"

"Get dressed and come here now!" David's voice commanded.

"David?"

"Woke you up did I?"

"Uh, yes."

"Grab a pen and paper and write the address down."

"Okay." Hurriedly she gathered the material and wrote down his directions.

"It shouldn't take more than thirty minutes at this hour," he said. Leigh glanced at the clock and saw it was two-fifteen a.m. "David . . ."

"Did you hear me?" 

"Yes, I heard . . ."

"Get dressed and get your ass over here. Move it!" Leigh was startled at his tone and the fact that he'd hung up on her. Did he really think she was going to get dressed and venture out at this hour? A panic seized her. He certainly did think she'd come to him.

'Well,' she thought, 'he can go straight to hell if he thinks I'm coming to him.' Then she laughed at herself realizing that she was slipping into her new cocktail dress, pulling on black thigh-high's and a skimpy garter-belt even while denying him to herself.

'What's wrong with me?' she thought, perplexed by his actions and confused by her own. She moved faster and was out the door and driving toward David's before she thought about it again.

***

David opened the door before she could ring the bell. Leigh managed to present him with a demur smile that belied her true excitement. "You live very well," she managed before he pulled her to him and kicked the door shut. His hands pawed her rear as he whispered, "You've a very nice, soft ass." Leigh sought his mouth with hers and a passionate kiss ensued, leaving her breathless. It took her a moment before she realized she was grinding her crotch against his thigh.

"Didn't want to come out in the middle of the night, eh?" He taunted.

"Well . . ."

"Look at you!" He said, thrusting her out at arm's length. "Your tits are trying to burst through your blouse. Did you forget the bra? Or, more likely, you thought going braless would make you more seductive."

"How dare you . . ."

"Shut up! I'll do the talking. When you have something to say, say 'Master, may I? "

"I never . . ."

He slapped her across the face. Leigh realized he hadn't hit her hard, but his hand imprint on her cheek burned like a branding iron might.

"Yes . . . Master," she managed.

"Good," David smiled and he pulled her to him again. Once again he was warm and charming. 

"I find you very attractive and an extremely sexy woman Leigh," he sighed almost to himself, but Leigh picked up on it and felt somewhat guilty, although she couldn't fathom the reason.

David continued, "You will obey me. Nothing else matters to us, but right now, right here." 

Leigh's eyes locked on his. She said nothing, but willed herself to submit to him.

"Remove your clothing and place it on the chair under the mirror, then follow me into the next room." This said, David walked out of the room, leaving Leigh to follow his instructions. She took her time carefully folding each item, placing them all on the chair, and slowly followed him.

She was surprised to find him standing on the farthest side of the room in the shadowed area not reached by the one lamp lighted.

"Turn around, let me look at you," David murmured softly. Leigh obeyed without a word and felt herself growing warm under his gaze. David stood still taking in the sight of her firm breasts rising and falling. His lips curled upward in a satisfied grin as her nipples grew erect with the cool air blowing upon them. He noted the flat stomach and long supple legs and gave her points for proper diet and working out in order to remain fit. Then he fixed his eyes on her pubis, neatly trimmed into a decorative triangle that still managed to expose the smooth, moist lips of her labia.

Leigh began to sway, somewhat dizzy from standing in place and feeling his intense gaze upon her. Obstinate in her own way, she refused to speak, thinking she could wait him out. David wasn't into playing mind games of that nature. He had an entirely different set of rules and another game entirely. 

Slowly and deliberately he approached her. Leigh's breathing grew faster when he stood beside her and she trembled when he touched her, using his well manicured fingernails to scratch ever so lightly the length of her body. She gasped and sucked in her breath when David kissed her forehead and at the same time dragged his fingernails across her stomach and down to her trimmed bush. He kissed the tip of her nose and moved those same fingers through the valley of her breasts, leaving a light pink trail.

"Ooooh . . . Master!" She went giddy at having remembered the required term.

"I can see you're getting excited," he whispered in her ear before biting her earlobe and sending an exquisite thrill through her body. She shuddered as those same insidious fingernails traced the lips of her sex, gathering droplets of moisture. And when he brought those fingers to her nose her knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the floor had David not held her up.

"What's the matter, can't take the smell of your own excitement?"

"I . . . I . . ."

David laughed and dipped his head to her breast, absorbing her stiffened strawberry shaped nipple. Leigh moaned and her body sagged against him as he sucked fiercely upon it. Finally, he released the swollen bud and helped her to a straight-backed chair.  

David had no intention of taking her too far the first time. He wanted her to become used to the idea of being submissive. He left for a few moments, leaving her to wonder what was in store for her. 

Leigh's mind was racing. 'Had she made a drastic mistake in coming to him at his bidding? Perhaps, perhaps not. Time would tell.' She pondered her feelings of the moment. Thus far he had not mistreated her; in fact she was highly aroused. 'Wasn't that why I got into whole thing?' She asked herself. 'To experience new things because life had become boring?' 

Her thoughts were interrupted by his return. She saw he held something in his hand. It looked ominous to her. She chided herself, 'Fool, he's going to inflict some painful devices on you. You asked for it. Now here it is. Don't be an ass and try to deny it. You got yourself into this, he won't hurt you much.' Having castigated herself Leigh felt slightly better and decided to show him she wasn't frightened.

"Umm, master?"

"Yes?"

"What do you have in your hand?"

"You're very impertinent, slave. But as I was going to give you a demonstration anyway I might as well tell you." Opening his hand he revealed a pair of clamps in front of her face. 

A bewildered look crossed her face.

"They are for your nipples, my dear." To Leigh, they took on a more menacing look. 

"My nipples?" A look of shock registered on her face as she realized that she was about to experience them on her body. David let her contemplate the situation for a moment, and then attached them to each nipple. 

As he tightened each one, her breath audibly registered the new sensations. 

"Get up!"

She sprang to her feet, still trying to adjust to the uncomfortable, but not to painful pressure on both nipples. "Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass." Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her firm buttocks.

She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each swat produced a moan, or an attempt to deflect it. Time seemed to have stopped for Leigh. David had switched from using his hand to a paddle as he spanked her bright red rear. The, just a suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Once again, David left the room to permit her to compose herself.

'What in God's name is in store for me now?' she thought as she gently rubbed her hands over her reddened rump. 'That was worse than the one the other night.' But her thoughts changed from speculation to apprehension as he return with a black cloth in his left hand.

"You're going to be blindfolded for a while, Leigh." And he proceeded to cover her eyes and tied a knot in the cloth. She couldn't see a thing. Taking her hand he led her around to the side of the bed. She felt the mattress pressing against her hip. 

"Lie down on the bed, slave," he said in a monotone, providing no indication of what was to come. For the first time, Leigh felt a twinge of fear, but she did as he asked and lay on her back, waiting for what came next. 

As she lay there waiting, she took stock of what had happened to her thus far and her arousal grew. She sensed herself growing wet with excitement and had to restrain herself from touching her pussy to bring relief from her desires. She heard a match being struck and smelled the sulfur odor. Leigh nearly panicked at the thought that he might burn her, or brand her. 

'My God,' she thought, 'he's going to put his brand on me!'

"STAY STILL!" David commanded. And she froze, save for the trembling that she could not overcome.

Leigh formed the impression he was leaning over her even before to began to remove the nipple clamps. 'Jesus!' She thought, 'I'd forgotten all about them.'

At that precise moment David revealed his next surprise. A drop of wax from a candle fell four inches, landing on her left nipple.

Leigh screamed.

When the expected pain did not come, she started to relax only to scream even louder when the second drop of heated wax splattered on her other nipple.

"Oh, God, I thought . . . ."

"Who gave you permission to speak?"

"Uh . . ."

The slap of his hand on her breast was sharp and surprisingly painful, as it was unexpected. She began to cry, uncontrollably. He paid no heed to her lamentations and continued to drip molten wax on her nipples. Eventually, Leigh stopped crying. 

What he did next brought her to the edge of a mighty orgasm.

Unbeknownst to Leigh, he had taken some shaved ice from a bowl and allowed it to melt in the heat of his mouth and then let the cold drops soothe and harden the encasing buildup of wax. Leigh imagined it forming a mound over her areola and indeed it had. Suddenly she felt his mouth upon her!

David deftly removed the molds of wax from each breast and put them aside. He would keep them as a souvenir of their time together. Leigh realized her nipples were numb. She failed to realize this was a combination of both the clamps and the hot wax application.

"There is one more thing before I remove the blindfold. By the way, did you enjoy the waxing?"

"Actually, yes, I did. Although you frightened the hell out of me in the process." 

His finger rubbed her arm, feeling the goose-bumps confirming her nervousness. "Did you come?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. Well . . . almost."

"You will, and soon, but first . . . ." He took her hand in his and brought it to his knee. She realized her sense of touch would be more acute since she couldn't see. Still, she guessed he'd present his cock to her next. David hadn't released her hand, and as she anticipated, brought it into contact with his erection.

Leigh would never forget this moment. The warmth and softness of his foreskin, akin to a baby's skin. Her fingertips glided over his hardness, although she still perceived it as smooth and silk-like. Very slowly, Leigh explored its surface. Gingerly touching every bump beneath the pads of her index and middle fingers, from the base of his cock to its tip. Enjoying the moment, like an unhurried, never ending teen petting for the first time. 

When Leigh reached the very end of his shaft, her thumb and forefinger rubbed and rolled the velvety texture of his pucker between them. Turning her wrist, she slipped her fingers under the smoothness of his shaven balls, lifting them upward in the curl of her fingers. 

Suddenly he ripped the blindfold off her head, and she found herself staring at the beauty of his uncut cock, and succumbing to the lustful desire to feel him inside her mouth, she leaned in closer and took him between her stretching lips.

David felt the heat of her breath greet his stiffening cock, and as the purple crown surged from his foreskin, he arched forward feeling the muscles in the cheeks of his ass growing taut. Leigh's arm slid behind him, her palm settling in the small of his back. Drawing him to her, Leigh's lips stretched further as the thickest part of his member invaded her throat. She was forced to pull back or choke. 

The wet flat of her tongue pressed, and then licked slowly across his slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other. Beads of perspiration formed on David's forehead and upper lip. His meaty, pink tongue licked over his lips tasting the saltiness of his own sweat. 

"Ohhhhh!" Leigh groaned, having momentarily removed his phallic wand from between her lips. "You taste so sweet!" She gasped, and devoured him again.

His head fell back and his eyes rolled in his head at the electric charge that bolted through him. His hands went to her hair and he had to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down on his aching prick. "Sweet Jesus!" a silent voice echoed in his head. 

Leigh smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds. She knew he liked what he felt. His cock twitched beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. Her eyes closed as her lips returned to his corona, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge; her taste buds were dancing with sheer delight. 

Her lips tightened, hollows formed in her cheeks as her head bobbed up and down. Slurpy sounds of wetness could be heard as the saliva of her mouth along with his salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool, easy to swallow. 

Her nose kissed in the forest of his pubs with every downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, working together, playing sweet music. His cock was her flute for the night and the music she played was sheer perfection.

Leigh's face was a mere blur to David as she bobbed furiously on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran from her stuffed mouth to his crotch and thence to his balls. She plucked him from her lips and gasping for air, asked, "Can I suck cock, or what?" 

Then her magnificent lips were sliding back upon him, his foreskin puckered as she turned her head from side to side, immersing herself in the silky softness of his velvet flesh. Her tongue flicked out to swirl over, around and under his glans. Its side swept over his slit. Her palm slid down his throbbing cock pulling the foreskin taut to his base. Her tongue began to flick the underside of his engorged shaft where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering. 

Surprising herself with her inventiveness, Leigh rubbed at the small of his back and gently squeezed his aching balls, then took him deep. The tip of his prick rubbed against the soft palette of her throat. His legs began to stiffen. 

Leigh was totally engrossed with bringing him pleasure. She didn't realize she was close to coming herself as she humped at the air around her, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she plied his magnificent member. David emitted a low cry that turned into a bellow and spewed his semen into her mouth, over her teeth and gums to trickle down her throat. She gagged and pulled her head back to allow a precious second in which to swallow, then hurriedly took him back for the remainder of his ejaculate. Leigh felt a warm tingling in her clit as she swallowed the rest and continued to milk his still pulsing cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans bringing his foreskin with it with each swallow. Both his hands were in her hair as she pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around and clean the head of his cock. 

After he had finished coming, he let her lick and suck on his testicles for a few minutes, then roughly pushed her away. Leigh pouted as if deprived of her favorite dessert. David got up on shaky legs and Leigh watched numbly as he pulled several lightweight ropes from a dresser drawer, yanked her off the bed and tied her arms and ankles to a chair. She was relieved the ropes were not uncomfortably tight.

"Would you like to come hard, or slow, dear?" He asked as he leaned on a dresser.

She nodded. 

"What did you say?"

"Hard, Master."

"Very well then, pick a number from one to five."

She hesitated.

"Come on. Pick a number."

"Five."

"Five it is," he said and opened the top drawer of the dresser, lifted out a box and brought it to her. "If you'll be kind enough to look inside you'll see a number of vibrators . . . five in all. You selected number five." He indicated that item to her, picked it from the box and placed the box on a nearby table. It was about eight inches long and was studded its entire length.

"Oh, wait, we need something to make you more comfortable." He went to the bed and removed two pillows and stuffed them behind her back. This forced Leigh's body forward and made the ropes around her wrists tighter. 

Almost immediately, Leigh began squirming around on the chair seeking a more comfortable position. But was not able to find one.




Dinner and Then Some Ch. 04



"Let's begin, shall we?" He chuckled without mirth and brought the toy to the mouth of her cunt. Leigh heard the faint motor start and tensed against its insertion, jerking at the first touch, causing David to laugh. "What a sensitive cunt you have," he sneered and moved the vibrator up and down her labia. Leigh bit her lip trying to contain the lustful groan that filled her throat. She failed.

"Ohhhh!"

"Oh, indeed! You have a lower threshold than I'd thought

Leigh was shaking her head back and forth as she gradually succumbed to the delightful thrills the instrument was providing, yet embarrassed by her reaction and mortified by his comment on her low threshold of tolerance. 

'My God,' she thought, 'what will I do when he . . .' she refused to finish the thought and fought to make her mind a blank, only to loudly moan when David increased the vibrator's speed.

"Are you feeling an orgasm coming?"

She refused to answer him and he punished her (if that's what it can be called) by placing the vibrator against her swollen clit.

Leigh's body was swathed in sweat as she strained against her bindings. David's free hand was mauling her breast and then stretching her nipple, as he methodically worked her into a sexual frenzy. 

Leigh managed to catch herself before begging him to thrust it inside her and bring her off. She bit her lip to help distract her from the need to come. But he knew exactly what she was doing and continued teasing her, running the toy back and forth across the mouth of her vulva with the occasional bump against her throbbing clit.

Suddenly he changed tactics, shoving the vibrator almost fully into her, filling her with its thickness and sending its tiny, rapid movements swirling throughout her entire body. Leigh's head moved involuntarily from side to side. Her panting and groans filled the room. David waited patiently for several seconds and then applied powerful pressure to her turgid nipple, and moments later she was lost in a series of screams as the intensity of her orgasm hit.

David pushed the vibrator deeper and grabbed her other nipple. Encouraged by her cries, he pulled and pinched them even harder. To Leigh this brought on a deliciously titillating glow that triggered another small but beautiful climax.

"Come for me!" He ordered, shouting in her pain distorted face.

"I . . . YES!"

He pushed the vibrator to its limit, and repeatedly commanded her to come. Leigh lost count of her climaxes; her whole being centered on the buzzing instrument pulsating within her vagina and the nerve endings on her nipples, which David continued to torture with his fingers.

Then, momentarily exhausted, Leigh collapsed and David left the room. She was dimly aware that she was the only one in the bedroom and by the time he returned was very conscious of his presence. He was holding a bowl and she saw him place it on the table beside her.

'What next?' She asked herself then went rigid and strained against her bindings groaning loudly when he grasped her tender nipple between his thumb and forefinger once again. Cold, icy cold numbness greeted her teat as David slowly rubbed an ice cube back and forth over its tender nerve endings. Her eyes flew open in shock as he teased her until the ice began to melt. And when his mouth closed over her frigid bud, it sent a spark that ignited her already inflamed sex, and she came again.

Leigh hardly realized it when David freed her and led her to the bed then laid her down on her back.

"Lift your hands up."

Puzzled and confused she thought herself incapable of performing this feat, but tried and was amazed when her arms moved freely into the air. Before she shook off her befuddlement, he had secured her wrists to the headboard using the same cord as before.

"That should do. Are you comfortable Leigh?"

"I guess," she replied dully.

"Good. I think you'll like what follows," and his hand trailed down the outside of her thigh, reversed at the knee, only to slide slowly up the inside, constantly teasing, causing Leigh to grunt in anticipation. "Open wide for me Leigh."

She needed no further urging from him and quickly spread her legs wide apart. He reinserted the vibrator between the lips of her swollen sex.

"Are you going to take it out, Master?"

"Not at the moment."

"Please, Master?"

He ignored her and lowered his head over her pussy and gently blew upon her clit.

"That's so nice. That's so very nice. Thank you Master."

He grunted absentmindedly acknowledging her then removed the vibrator and inserted three fingers. After the vibrator's jouncing and pummeling she had no problem accepting them and arched her back to accommodate him. He blew lightly on her clit again then allowed his tongue to flicker across it. Leigh came hard the moment his tongue made contact. 

She felt her entire body grow extremely warm, then suddenly, she turned red as a beet, raised her ass off the bed as the powerful sensations coursed through her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, leaving her in a forgiving darkness. She purred as her pussy flexed then ejaculated. 

David watched transfixed as the stream gushed from Leigh's pussy and over his fingers and wrist. He heard her catch her breath, and then she let another stream go. Leigh was bouncing on the bed when this one geysered up and landed on her stomach forming a pool near her navel. Not a lot, but enough to fill that dimple. Instinctively, David put his finger in it to taste the fluid that resembled watered down milk. He found it decidedly sweet and not at all like urine. 

"Very good, my love, really quite good! I'm pleased. I never took you for a squirter!" 

Leigh was pleased that he had enjoyed what for her was an embarrassment.

"I don't . . ."

"What? Feel free to speak."

"I'm . . . I don't do that very often."

"Only when extremely aroused, eh?"

"I guess."

"Well, let's see what you do with this," and buried his tongue in her as she writhed in delight, uttering a sharp piercing moan. Soon she was begging him to stop then forgot who she was, and where she was, as his magical tongue flickered back and forth across her now abnormally swollen clit. When his cock finally sank blissfully into her cream filled sheath she could no longer catch her breath and passed out. David, ignored her state and continued fucking her until he unloaded his seed deep within her, thoroughly coating her cervix.

When Leigh woke he was gone. She discovered her arms untied, and as she sat up found a note pinned to her pillow. 

"I've gone. Get dressed at your leisure, and go home. I'll call you later in the day.

She didn't know what to feel. 'He should be here beside me,' was her first thought. Then, 'Well, he is a Mystery Man,' and found that thought tremendously satisfying. Feeling elated about herself, and extremely well satisfied, she dressed and left the house, walking every step of the way to her car very much the way a well-fucked woman walks.



Dinner and Then Some Ch. 05



By Guess & Paris Waterman 





Leigh slept late the next day, awakening only when the phone rang. Groggily she answered it, hoping it would be David. She fought to keep the disappointment from her voice on hearing Gabby's shrill voice, or at least her voice sounded shrill to Leigh.

"Hi! What are your plans for this afternoon?"

"Oh, Gabby, I've got a dreadful headache. Advil hasn't helped at all. I'm lying here in bed hoping for a miracle, but shopping isn't the answer."

"Hmmm," her friend hummed, thinking rapidly. "Did you meet him?"

"Who?"

"Your Mystery Man, did he call?"

Taking too long to respond, Leigh decided not to say anything. It was the wrong choice. Gabby seized on it.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Gabby . . ." she protested, but knew her friend had her and decided to confess.

"Well . . ."

"Tell me! Oh do and I want all the filthy details."

"Oh, come on Gabby, grow up!"

"You went with him!"

"Yes, I went with him."

"Tell me!"

"It was good."

"It was good! Is that all you can say? Were there rockets, countless orgasms . . .?"

"You could say that."

"My God! I'm coming over!"

"Gabby!"

"Right after I change my panties!"

"NO!"

"What? Did I hear you say not to come over?"

"You did."

"Why? What ever for? I mean, were friends and friends share the most intimate things."

"I . . . I'm expecting company." It was the best excuse she could think of under pressure and it seemed to mollify her friend.

"Well . . . in that case . . . news at eleven then, ta ta," and the phone went dead.

Before Leigh could compose herself the doorbell rang. Grabbing her robe she made for the front door. She was too late to greet the UPS deliveryman who was getting into his van, but he spotted her and waved, pointing to the package at her feet. Gingerly she stooped over and picked it up and went back inside.

She held it to her nose and sniffed. It was from David! It bore his scent on it. Hurriedly, she tore the package open and found a note.

I trust this finds you, my dearest, in good spirits. I do want to visit with you again, and soon. I will call around one, but in the meantime, please open the package and make use of my present. Now, you may find this present difficult at first, but keep trying, for I shall certainly inspect you carefully to assure myself that you have made proper use of it. Clear cut instructions are included so that there is no mistake in applying it correctly.

Until we meet again, I am

Your Master

She tore the package open and was stunned to discover what she recognized immediately to be a butt plug. A tremor passed through her body and she began to sob, unable to stop. To make matters worse, the phone rang. She let it ring four times, before answering it reluctantly. She feared it was David, but it was her husband, Michael.

"Hello darling, how are you?"

"Michael?"

"Who else is calling you these days? I've only been gone a couple days, have you forgotten my voice?" He said jokingly.

She summoned up the strength to calm down and resumed speaking. "No, darling, it's good to hear you. I thought it was Gabby bothering me about going shopping when I don't want to."

"What you don't want to go shopping? Are you ill?"

"I do have a splitting headache, but she and I have been out everyday since you left and I'm really bored . . . at least for the present."

"Well, my speech was a tremendous success, at least from my point of view and I'll be home tomorrow night. The following night you and I are going out to celebrate."

"That's wonderful darling. Shall I pick you up at the airport?"

"No, I'll catch a ride in with Jeffery or Martin."

"What flight are you on?"

"Continental 574, it should arrive around 8:30."

"I can have dinner waiting."

"No, don't go to the trouble, we have a lay-over of almost two hours in Denver, I'll grab something there."

"It's really no trouble at all."

"I appreciate it darling, but all I want is to get you into the sack and make up for lost time."

She had to laugh. "Alright. That sounds good to me too. So I'll see you tomorrow night then."

"Right. I love you, Leigh."

"I love you too," she said and mimed a kiss although he couldn't see it. The conversation over, Leigh pulled the butt plug from its packaging and read the sparse directions.

Sporting a frown that changed to a grimace, she went into the bedroom and located the K-Y Jelly. 'I'm actually going to do this for him,' she said to herself, dipping her fingers into the jar and lubricating her rosebud. After making certain the butt plug had sufficient lubricant she tried to insert it and failed. 

Gritting her teeth, Leigh placed her index finger at her entrance and pushed. 'Well that's progress,' she told herself as her finger slid in about an inch. 'It can't be that bad, Michael's been back there a time or two. But she spent the next ten minutes preparing her asshole for the plug, realizing that it was not as easy as she had thought it would be. 'He must be bigger than my Michael,' she told herself.

In thirty minutes time, she was pumping the plug itself into her ass some three inches each time, but kept meeting fierce resistance. Then on one of the in strokes the plug managed to slip past the obstacle, 'probably a muscle,' she thought. It felt strange, but good, and it was causing Leigh to grunt on the in stroke. 

She gave the plug a good push, and plunged into sharp pain. Withdrawing the plug while she recuperated, Leigh went back to the instructions and reread them. She found nothing new, or useful and contented herself with adding additional K-Y Jelly to her ass and discovered it was not the impenetrable closed hole it had been a few minutes ago. It was dilated, ever so slightly, about an inch in circumference. She pushed her lubed finger inside and then went back to the jar for a much larger amount, and shoved that in as well. Then she picked up the plug and slid it in with some success in that it went further than it had before, and Leigh could feel the bulb spreading her asshole. But she also found it extremely uncomfortable. 'Perhaps I need to lube the butt plug itself,' she thought. But the moment she released her pressure on the plug, her anal muscles sent it flying past the towel and onto her bedspread. Before she could curse the light brown stain on the white bedspread, she realized something wonderful had happened. The withdrawal itself had sent a delicious thrill through her body. Her nipples were tingling and her cunt felt like, well . . . like she was on the brink of a marvelous come.

Anxious to reach fulfillment, she grabbed the plug and reinserted it. This time she ignored the pain, impatient to drive it further than before, she used a series of short strokes and soon only the round flat base remained outside her body.

Suddenly she was all too conscious of the pain. For a moment or two it was almost unbearable, and suddenly it began to ebb. She explained this to herself, 'I tore my rear open with the damn thing, now there will be hell to pay.'

Then, just as suddenly, Leigh began to feel warm and her breasts were tingling again. 'What the hell?' she thought, and then began moving her finger over her clitoris. She began to writhe from the slightest bit of masturbation. 'Am I going to cum from this?" she wondered. She kept touching herself and at the same time ground her ass into the bed causing the butt plug in her rectum to move.

"Christ, this is GOOD!" She shouted aloud, humping her ass down on the plug as she masturbated. "Oh, I wish I had a cock handy right now!" She bellowed, puffing frantically, awaiting the huge orgasm that loomed deep within her.

She came hard and long; and lay still for several minutes, gasping with sated satisfaction. When she got up to get a drink of water, she realized she was still impaled with the plug, and as she went down the stairs, that it felt very good having it there.

Going back up the stairs gave Leigh as much a thrill as going down had. Back in the bedroom, she plopped down on the bed, being careful not to impact the base of the plug in her ass. Then she tried removing it. As the bulb got halfway out, the whole plug glided gently from her. 

'What a delicious feeling!' she thought, and quickly pushed the shaft back into her ass. It slid right in, swallowing the bulb to rest on the base. She grabbed the base and began to work it in and out of her. The feeling of being full, relieved, and refilled by the plug was sheer ecstasy! 

Leigh chucked to herself. 'If Gabby could see me now, fucking myself with an anal dildo! She'd be at a loss for word for the first time in her life.' Then her thoughts turned to David and his beautiful hard cock. 'Oh, I want to suck that beautiful thing until I can't stand it any longer and then have him ram it into my pussy. No I want him to fuck me up the ass! Yes! Up the ass!'

She wanted a prick in her now! Thinking fast, Leigh remembered having purchased a dildo several years earlier that she'd given up on. 'Where was that damn thing?' Then she remembered, 'The closet! I bet it's in the closet!'

It took a few minutes before she located the rubber cock in a shoebox, then she scurried back onto the bed and held it up for close scrutiny. 'The damn thing even has veins in it, why did I give up on it?' She knew the answer to that was a night of passion with her husband Michael. After the real thing she simply hadn't felt a need for the dildo anymore.

Squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on the penis, she decided the bast way for self-penetration would be for her to squat over the towel that was now protecting the bed from further obtrusive stains. Leigh worked slowly, reminding herself that patience was a virtue, then found herself giggling uncontrollably as she thought, 'And I'm not very virtuous today, ladies, am I?'

Lifting her hips a little, she tried to inset it into her anus, but it skidded on the lubricant and went right into her cunt. Pulling the instrument from her, she knelt back up and rocked into another squat, this time she carefully positioned the dildo at her anal entrance and shoved. It slipped in easily. Since the dildo was wider than the butt plug there was a brief flash of pain, but as she continued to settle upon it the past receded.

Soon Leigh was groaning with lust again. But squatting wasn't doing it for her. She dropped on her side and slowly began moving it in and out. She had to remind herself to keep it slow it was to thick to move any faster, at least for the moment. Maintaining the slow pace for several more minutes she suddenly went rigid as her orgasm poured over her. To Leigh's surprise she discovered the loud, guttural sounds she heard were her own; and suddenly she was squirting again as she had the night before! 

Nevertheless, she continued pumping the dildo in and out, still maintaining the slow, easy strokes that was so pleasing to her ass. The squirting ended and she lay there blissfully uncaring on wet sheets. When Leigh was past her sensual lethargy discovered the bed itself was thoroughly soaked.

The phone rang, rousing her from her lethargy. Cursing the interruption, she struggled to cross the bed and reached for the phone.

"Hello?"

"I'm parked around the corner. I thought that best."

It was David!

"David?"

"Try again," his tone was militant and reproachful.

"Master," her voice subservient.

"Much better," he replied. "I'll knock on the door in exactly two minutes."

"Yes master," she said, stunned that he'd actually come to her residence. She threw on a robe and ran down the stairs to await his arrival. He was precisely on time, but Leigh didn't care, throwing open the door and ushering him inside.

"I never expected you to come here . . ." she remembered in time and added, "Master."

"You are my slave. I can have access to you anytime I want you."

The realization that he was right caused Leigh's knees to buckle, and she fell to the floor in stunned shock. 'Michael would find out about this. My marriage is ruined,' she thought, as she lay crumpled on the parquet floor.

"Get up." David ordered brusquely, and she slowly got to her hands and knees then pulled herself up without his help.

"Where's the butt plug you're supposed to be wearing?"

As Leigh related what had happened and her use of the dildo, he began to smile. "So you adlibbed, eh?"

"I guess so, master."

"Let's go to your bedroom, shall we?"

"Yes, master. It's this way, please follow me." And she led him upstairs to the master bedroom. The irony of the term presented itself to her as she allowed him to enter the room before her.

"Ah!" David said, "wet the bed have you?"

"I . . . I squirted again, master," she acknowledged, with head bowed respectfully.

"Get back on the bed. Put the butt plug back in, and masturbate for me. I want to watch you for a while." 

"Oh, and wear these," he tossed a pair of white women's gloves to her. Confused, Leigh pulled them on and reinserted the plug in her asshole. It slipped in easily.

"Go on, masturbate."

"But..."

"Use the jelly, it's right there on the table next to you."

"But..."

"NOW, slave!" Leigh trembled at the authority in his tone, and dipped her gloved fingers into the K-Y Jelly, and slowly worked it into herself. Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. The sense of humiliation combined with her meek submission produced a steady stream of tears. 

However, after a few minutes of diddling, the heat seized Leigh, and she began breathing hard. The crying ended as she concentrated on pleasing him. She realized how she must look to him, lying on her back, legs splayed, panting, and a mild orgasm hit.

David watched amused as she shrieked and flopped about while climaxing. "That was glorious, slave," he said. Leigh was filled with yet another type of contentment at satisfying her master.

She was docile when he rolled her onto her stomach, then fastened her hands behind her. "Tell me," he asked, tying her ankles to the footboard, "how does it feel to lay there in your own body fluids?" 

"Not too bad, master. It was cold at first, but not now."

"Well then," he said deviously, "the laughs on me," and he began tickling her. After a few moments, her laughter took on a hysterical tinge. He kept on and on, with Leigh laughing, choking, gasping, pleading. Only when David thought he had exhausted her endurance did he stop. 

He freed her hands and lay next to her, kissing her shoulders and neck, slowly tracing the outline of her back with his finger. Leigh finally caught her breath and purred as he gently stroked and kissed her. She quit purring as soon as he started attaching the nipple clamps to her breasts.

"Ready for your punishment?"

"What?"

"Your deserved punishment for not having the butt plug inserted in that pretty little ass of yours when I got here." He tightened the nipple clamps.

"But I explained that to you, master . . ."

She got no further. "You failed to obey me." It was a simple statement and she knew he fully intended to punish her for disobeying him.

"Ohhh!" The clamps were tighter than she'd expected.

David continued tightening the clamps. Leigh was in dire pain now and trembled, thinking her poor nipples were being mashed.

"Present your ass to me."

"Yes, master," and she scrambled to all fours and placed her rear facing him. The tightening on her nipples had ended. 'Now if I can only endure the current level of pain,' she thought.

"I'll give you this," he said, "your asshole is nicely dilated. It should easily accommodate my cock, but first you need this if only to reinforce my orders from now on." David produced two cane switches from beneath his belt, running the tip of one over Leigh's body, tracing her legs, her ass, brushing it along the skin of her back ever so lightly. 

Leigh was afraid now and he could taste it. Then, with a switch in each hand he began. Swat – swat – swat! Beating a rapid tattoo on her rear end. Leigh jerked and thrashed, but was utterly helpless. David worked his way down her legs to the soles of her feet and back again. He drank in her screams. Finally, Leigh stopped screaming and just lay there absorbing the blows without so much as a whimper. She had crossed some kind of threshold and for a moment, David thought she was unconscious and ended the beating.

She clung to him, quivering. 

"I hate you!"

"No you don't."

"I do hate you!"

He kissed her softly on her mouth. Then slowly began to lick her salty tears away.

"Oh, David . . . "

"Yes?"

"Don't leave me!"

"I won't leave you.'

The enormity of it flooded over her, and she was overcome by her emotions.

"I love you, David," she managed and clung to him.

"I love you too, Leigh," and held her tight.

He allowed some time to pass and then roused her from her pain-induced slumber.

"It's time, Leigh."

"What?'

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass. Think you need anymore lubricant?"

"Huh? Hell yes!"

"What?"

"I mean . . . yes master."

"All fours please," he told her.

She complied and with her head down on the pillow, placed her hands behind her knees. She realized her nipples were numb and wondered if they had had been permanently disfigured. 

David spread her cheeks open with one hand. He leaned in and kissed her there, taking in her taste, her scent, how her sphincter tightened. His cock twitched. 

"Spread your cheeks." She heard his commanding voice as both firm and dreamy. Working his finger inside her with slow circular motions, he licked and sucked her firm, round globes trying to sooth her red-marked butt to a more relaxed state before inserting his thick prick. Carefully squeezing a tube of lubricant, he squished the warmed jelly into her rectum. Then he leaned back and observed his finger gently pushing inside. 

Leigh was silent throughout, except for an occasional involuntary whimper, but she revealed her true feelings as her palms slid around from the cheeks of her ass to cup her dangling tits and pinched her swollen nipples with one hand and tugged at the chain with the other. David continued the process of readying her, taking his finger out, adding more lube, then two fingers, then three.

He guided her back with one hand and held his throbbing cock with the other. She felt his swollen head at her puckered hole. Easing his cockhead against her, he began his penetration. It was relatively easy for David and he was pleased that she had properly prepared herself for him.

It was different for Leigh however, as he probed her anal channel, a searing pain bit at her innards, blurring for the time being, any thought of pleasure. 

"AHHHH!" She moaned, long and loud.

"That's it slave, enjoy the pain. Go with the pain." 

He leaned forward and kissed her back. Sliding deeper, one hand swooped around the slight swell of her belly to her clit. The other cupped and squeezed her heaving breast. Leigh accepted him as he drove his full length into her, biting her lips until they bled, fearing the worst, that he had ripped her insides to pieces.

Then her body accepted him and the awful pain turned to a sweet pain of pleasure that seemed to lull her senses. Her fingers dug into his thighs as she arched her back and began to push back at him as he plunged into and out of her ass.

Leigh gasped as his finger entered her cunt. With almost no trouble at all he found her G spot, and slowly massaged it. 

She moaned her way into another orgasm.

He pinched the end of her clamped nipple and her pleasure soared even higher. His prick and finger kissed through the thin wall of membrane that separated them. Her ass cheeks pressed on his balls. Grunts and groans filled the room as they both climbed the ladder to ecstasy. 

His balls began to contract. 




Dinner and Then Some Ch. 05



Leigh continued coming. Her anal muscles were milking him as the ripple began at the base of his cock. He released the nipple clamps and tugged them off at the exact moment her cunt and ass spasmed. She shrieked her pleasure to the night as her convulsing body released the force of another gigantic orgasm. The same ripple rode his cock and he exploded, shooting to the deepest recesses of her ass.

Still in the throes of the climax, Leigh was sobbing uncontrollably, the pain in her rectum excruciating. But the fire wouldn't go out, she wanted more even though the muscles in her legs and stomach felt as though she had run fifty miles. 

"This is so bad," she whispered to him. Her breath was coming out in short rapid pants.

"Your husband could come home at any minute," David said, a cruel smile on his face.

"No . . . not until tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, he called earlier and told me."

"Want me to fuck you?"

"God! Are you hard already?"

"Yes, I am."

"Then give it to me, please!"

He entered her swampy cunt, easily sliding in his full length.

"OHHHH!"

He pulled out, leaving only the corona inside her.

"OHHHHH!"

"Want it hard and fast?" When Leigh failed to respond he stopped. 

Immediately she gripped him by the shoulders. "Yes," she hissed, "Yes! Hard and fast!"

It was hard and fast. And she gave as much or even more than he, clutching, wriggling and gasping. She seemed exhausted. 


"Does your husband know you have affairs?"


"I don't have affairs . . . you're the first in all my marriage."

"You expect me to believe that?'


"I don't care what you think."

"Oh, really? You know I can turn up at your door at any time and do anything I like to you."

"God, please don't say that."

"I might even bring a friend."

"Jesus, don't go there."


"Look at you; you're ready for another round of hard fucking.

"I . . . I"

"Sure you are," he said, and thrust three, then four fingers into her gaping cunt.

"Ugh!" She grunted, and unable to control herself, ground her pussy against his hand.

"Shall I fist you?'

"No!" Leigh shouted, alarmed that he might just try to do it.

Then he relented, extracting his fingers and wiping them on the already soiled sheets.

"Where's that fucking dildo?" He asked as he looked around on the floor and spied it by the back of the bed. "Better put the butt plug back."

She found it next to the crumpled pillow and inserted it. Her body betrayed her and she farted from the intrusion into her anal orifice. David laughed and jammed the dildo into her cunt. She moaned because it hurt. Then he tied her hands to the headboard and followed up wrapping the remaining rope around her legs, securing them to the posts at the foot of the bed. 

"Test them," he said, and she did. The knots held.

"And so I bid you goodnight my dear," he said sadistically.

"David! You're not leaving me like this?"

"Be thankful I haven't gagged you Leigh."

"But . . . my hus . . . ." Leigh realized what his plan was and she went quiet.

She heard the door slam shut as he left, and hoped it was only a test. She lay there in a cold sweat. When at least an hour had passed and he didn't return, she began to weep. She was still weeping the next afternoon when Michael returned home and found her. She had soiled herself and the bed sometime the night before.

He untied her, carried her to the bathroom, where her drew a bath, but first placed her in the shower and stepped in himself to cleanse her. Much later, he made them both a stiff drink and sat down next to her. She accepted the drink but cringed as though she expected to be struck a blow.

Then, taking a long drink, she looked at her beloved Michael over the rim of the glass.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," she began.

"There's no need. I'm divorcing you. I don't expect you to contest it. You can play your S&M games to your heart's content."

Michael!" She began to plead, but he cut her off.

"It's over! I don't want you. I guess I still love you somewhat, but quite frankly, you disgust me.

Make some calls and find a place to stay. Be gone by this evening."

He left her sitting there.

'Where,' she wondered, 'where can I go?"

Weeping profusely, she called Gabby. There was no answer.

The End