3 comments/ 31870 views/ 1 favorites Big Night Out By: SADIEWILLIAMS1905 She tucked a delicate finger under the top of her black lace panties and slipped them gently down over her soft, strong thighs and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them slowly she left them where they fell. Admiring her sleek form in the mirror she hurriedly scraped her long tousled hair into hair band, and let the lose strands fall about her delicate face. She slowly and half kneeling she picked up a bath towel that only just skimmed her thighs when pulled high enough to cover her pert and supple breasts. Gently she opened the door and stepped out into the hall, the warm air soft against her naked flesh. As she turned towards the bathroom she saw Julia walking towards her. "Julia, you're not going in there are you? I have a taxi booked for seven." "Sorry, darling I'm going out tonight as well." was the disappointing reply. "Please, I won't be long, I'm not washing my hair, I just need a good scrub down to freshen up." "Well I'm only going to be five minutes myself, you can wait can't you?" was Julia's unforgiving answer. "What time are you leaving?" she asked with increasing anger in her voice. "Does it matter? There's time for both of us isn't there?" Stepping forward defiantly, she almost let the soft towel fall to the floor, clutching it just in time she moved closer . "I really need to get in, and I won't be long." With just millimetres of space between them Julia smiled, as she gently brushed the lose strands of soft dishevelled hair from her face. "I'm sure we can come to a compromise, if you like." "What do you mean, Julia?" she asked, confused but intrigued. "Well, the shower is big enough for two, isn't it?" "You mean we could share?" "You catch on quick, darling," replied Julia, as she ran her fingers along the bottom of her towel, letting her long nails graze the soft skin beneath. Enjoying the sensation, she let Julia continue, unsure but not wanting to stop. Julia ducked her head lightly and let her lips briefly sweep across hers. "I've never kissed a girl before," she whispered pulling away slightly. "If you want me to stop, I will." "It feels nice." "Ok then," Julia told her as she took her hand and they stepped into the bathroom. Lifting up her arms to run two elusive hands through her hair, Julia let the soft towel fall haphazardly to the bathroom floor. Julia's hands moved from her hair to her neck, and down her back, gently sweeping over her buttocks and thighs. Pulling the towel from her lovers body, she ran her hands back up the way they came. Nervously she reached out, running her hands over the defined curves of Julia's hips and waist, enjoying the sensation and excitement of this new experience she fell into the kiss passionately. Julia spun her round quickly and roughly, pushing her head forward, she kissed her neck and shoulders. She stood still, quivering and letting out a quiet moan as Julia's hands squeezed at her petite breasts hardening her pert nipples. The hands travelled slowly over her stomach and stopped caressing her pulsating womanhood. Letting out a loud exhilarated moan she lifted her arms dramatically and her fingers began to tug roughly at Julia's hair. Stepping forward together they moved into the shower, and as she slumped against the wall, her legs quivering, Julia faced her with her fingers now deep inside her tight, moist hole. Kissing her neck and shoulders, Julia slowly moved down licking at her nipples and without warning sunk a her teeth into the side of her left breast. Shocked and reeling in pain and pleasure she let out an almighty orgasmic sigh. Julia laughed exhilarated, as she moved her soft firm lips towards her pleasure zone, licking and sucking at it, tasting the juices in satisfaction. Pushing her tongue in deeper and stimulating her fresh inexperienced clitoris with her nose. She suddenly un-entangled a hand from Julia's hair and turned on the shower, letting the warm water run over them like a water fall. Julia looked up smiling her eyes glistening from under wet, wild hair. She grabbed Julia's head and pushed it forcefully back between her legs, desperate to feel this new sensation again. As Julia licked and sucked freely at her juices, she felt her legs grow weaker, as entire body began to tingle with untold pleasure and satisfaction. Her hips began to jerk uncontrollably, as her wet womanhood exploded with passion. Julia pulled her head gently from between her legs, and giggling she licked her lips enjoying the taste of her lovers come. Losing all control of her body she slid down onto the shower floor, besides Julia, and under the tender caress of the water falling from the shower head. She kissed Julia roughly and passionately before beginning to return the favour... Big Night Out She couldn't believe her good luck. Her first night in a new city, and here she was, holding an invitation to a party so secret that she couldn't even tell anyone about it. The man in front of her smiled and a part of her melted. "You understand that this is a private affair, only for new tenants and those we deem worth our attention. You'll be attending as my-" he hesitated a little- "date. Don't engage in any of those troubling little behaviors, such as bringing along a friend. I am interested in you and you only. Come that way." She caught herself before she giggled. He was so forward- she loved that in a man. (A tiny voice inside her cried out that no, she didn't, she'd been hurt before, why couldn't she say no to him?) "What should I wear?" She meant it as an honest question, but it came as much as saying that nudity was an option. Her voice was betraying her, and something deep inside her screamed that she was betraying herself. His smile broadened and the last of her resistance melted away. He could have her on the sidewalk if he wanted to. "Wear a dress. But no panties, and I'll know if you lie." She grinned and flicked her eyes down, bashful as a teenager. "Of course." He stepped in close- too close. He smelled raggedly of cigarettes and a distant iron tang her mind wouldn't let her recognize- "See you tonight," he whispered, his voice in her ear. He kissed her neck and drew in a deep breath of her fragile girlish scent, and was gone. She collapsed down into her chair. Vancouver really was a fascinating city. That night, she got ready. She'd be foolish not to carry mace, she thought, and condoms, and her knife. She grinned a little at her own impetuousness. Brave little girl in the big city, she thought, and slipped her bra into place. Slipping into her black dress, her hair perfectly formed, red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She caught her own eye in the mirror and smiled. Well, I'd sure fuck me, she thought to herself. That same little voice tried to tell her to turn back, to not go, to at least put on the sheer black panties she had laid out on the bed. She left without them. The address was in a good part of town, a black-glass highrise that loomed above the street like a smooth dark mountain. When she got to the door, a tall and somehow familiar man blocked her entry. "Excuse me," he said. "Invitation only." Wordless she passed the man the thin paper sheet. He looked closely at it, and then, bizarrely, scanned it with an infrared penlight. A grin broke out on his face. "I see. Congratulations, it's a very big night up there tonight." "What's the special occasion?" He looked at her and his eyes sparked against hers like flint and steel. She wondered who was which. "No special occasion. Let's just say they'll be happy to see you. Go on up." Inside the lobby was empty. The walls were dark wood, the floor deep red carpeting with a black marble path leading straight through the middle to a single brazen elevator. She snorted to herself. Classy, she thought. Like this was some kind of european hotel. Her high heels clicked eerily on the path. The high vaulted ceilings, wreathed in darkness, swallowed the sound of her steps. She wasn't halfway across the lobby when the elevator pinged. A single green light clicked to life and the door opened. A man in a long dark coat stood inside, and that same almost-familiar look wrapped around him. She felt a little concerned. A thin trill ran up her spine. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thought. She stepped inside. The man next to her shifted easily. She caught that same smell, cigarettes (cloves this time) and iron. She pressed 7, and settled back for the ride. Her fellow passenger didn't say a word. Her mind wrangled with an odd sense of discomfort. That smell- He was looking at her. She knew it, she didn't even have to look. He was looking at her from under his broad-brim hat, his eyes were ice blue just like the other man's, his teeth oddly keen- She slowly turned her head. He was staring right at her. His full noble lips parted in a smile that promised horror. His eyes were blue. His teeth were oddly keen. The door pinged and opened and the man she had met that morning strode in. He was already moving at full speed as it opened, and his long lean body crashed cleanly into the other man, shoulder-checking him up into dark metal of the elevator wall. He snarled, a savage sound that terrified her and at the same time sent a curling electric shock down between her thighs. The other man protested. "Please! I didn't know-" "You've offended me. Go." The second man skulked off onto floor two. She watched as the doors closed and he flashed her a smile. She could see that his canines were somehow wrong. Her man stood next to her. He should be warm and at least breathing hard after an exertion like that, after running into an elevator and throwing a man against a wall, but a chill like a winter twilight flowed off him. In fact- she noted with shock- there was a little frost and ice in the cuffs of his jeans and around the soles of his boots. The frost was a little pink. "I'm sorry about that." His voice cut through her observations. She snapped her eyes up to look at his face. His eyes were like cold fire, and the blood was pooled in his cheeks. He had just been somewhere very cold. "Ivan is a friend, but not a good one, and he has... a very poor way with women." "It's alright," she said, knowing she was fawning again, hating herself for it. "He didn't do anything wrong." Her man laughed, a short bark of wry amusement. "Wrong. It's a funny concept." She laughed along, wanting to share the moment, watching his face and eyes for any sign of- anything. His smile, she thought. His smile and his teeth... He leaned into her and kissed her, gently, his lips a cool gentle pressure against hers. His tongue darted gently against hers, and she felt the cool of his body in his breath. He leaned back and appraised her. Her cheeks flushed, her red-painted lips were curled into a smile, her face an open book of friendly interest and sexual attraction. Perfect. The elevator dinged, and he led her out into the abyss. The whole seventh floor of this building had been hollowed out around the utility core, with a large block suite in each corner and large, floor-to-ceiling tinted glass windows. There were circles of low black furniture, obvious quality, and they were crowded with intense groups of men and women. There was a black light and soft red light over it, so she couldn't make out too many details, but it looked like it was quite a party. The other major feature of the floor was a bar that circled the entire utility core, and several bartenders stood impeccably at attention, their hands folded behind their backs, racks of clean glasses on the shelves behind them. The bar was pretty empty for a party. She shrugged inwardly. Maybe it was just early. He caught her hand and led her forward. "Come on, let's find my friends. They all want to see you." That was a little creepy, she thought, distracted. Well, somebody was drunk already- someone was clearly passed out on a nearby couch, and some lucky guy had two girls all over him, straddling his legs and leaning into him. "Here," he said, pressing a drink into her hand. When she looked up, he grinned that odd flat grin. "Relax, I didn't put anything in it. Wouldn't want you to miss what's coming up." She took a sip, and then two two things happened in unison. First, the voice that had been warning her earlier broke through with the force of an air-raid siren, and second, she recognized the smell. It was blood, fresh and hot, drying in air. She gasped. He looked back, and saw that his spell was broken. His grin widened. His canines were sideways. She stared, shocked. That's what it was- some kind of crazy, subtle tooth deformity, something wrong with his mouth, almost unnoticeable except in the black light that flicked on and off behind them- And it would just be odd, even endearing, except that other man had had the exact same canines. Her mind, suddenly freed, raced back to the unconscious person and the dark stains on her clothes- The man with two women, had he been caressing their backs or (she thought back to his jerking, spasmodic hands, so obvious now) struggling... His grin was brilliant. "Figured something out, sweetheart?" His grip had become iron strong. Suddenly he was against her, his cool blood-reeking body inside her space, his arms around her, his lips warm against hers, against her cheek, against her jaw, against her- here she began to struggle- throat- She felt his back tighten and his head move suddenly. A spark of pain burst on her throat. He moved away, and she felt a tiny trickle of blood trickling away from his kiss. "You..." she whispered. Suddenly his eyes weren't cold at all anymore- they were furnace-bright and hungry, savage even. His head darted in again. Another savage kiss, another opened wound. Two thin trickles of blood ran down her throat. Whatever else he was, he was more aroused than she had ever seen a man. His upper body was taught and trembling with readiness, his pants visibly strained in the front, his eyes- oh, his eyes- He grabbed her again and kissed her, dragging her as he did towards a low circle of couches. "Come along," he whispered, breaking his kiss. "It's time to meet my friends." Why couldn't she stop him? Why couldn't she stop herself? And why, despite the fear, the blood, and the knowing of what he was going to do to her, wouldn't her body stop its furious need? Her throat was slick with blood, but between her legs a more intimate wetness cried out for him. She was trapped, and she knew it. The last part of her that resisted fell silent, like prey resigned to their predator's jaws, like a rabbit giving up to the snare. He threw her down on the couch. Another man in a long dark coat and two women- a brunette and a redhead- were already there. The redhead had a little bag like a capri-sun in her hand. It took her a second to notice that it was full of medical blood. The redhead sipped and smiled. Her teeth were bloody, and her canines were sideways. Her host casually grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her bloodstained throat. "Friends, meet my new pet. She's dinner." She could hear them shifting, feel two warm bodies at her sides- the man and the brunette. Each planted a soft kiss on her throat, right below the nicks her new owner had made, cleaning the blood off of her with patient, delicate tongues. She jumped a little as the brunette cupped one of her breasts to hold her still. "Delicious," proclaimed the brunette. The man mumbled his agreement into the pale slit skin of her throat. She tried to struggle free, but the first man grabbed her thighs and held her still. She could feel a rising panic in herself that was breaking away whatever spell he had over her- which only made it worse, because she knew it was too late now. "Vampires," she cried, which seemed a little superfluous since two of them were already at her throat. Something unexpected happened. Her owner reversed his grip on her legs, parting them easily with his unnatural strength, and knelt down between her thighs. "You could call us vampires... if we stopped at taking your blood..." he grinned up at her, and then ran his hands up her thighs, pushing her little black dress up and up- she tried to struggle but the brunette tightened her hold on her breast, and the man grabbed hold of her other side, holding her still... "Ahh," her owner said, facing her exposed cunt. "I see you obeyed orders." "What a good girl," the brunette cooed in her ear, kissing her cheek- She stared, caught up in the madness, as he kept eye contact lowering his head against her. His tongue against her made her hips buck and a gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. The redhead leaned forward, drew a long sip from her IV bag. "Ooh... I love this part." His skilled tongue working away between her thighs, her two dedicated predators kissing her neck, jaw, lips, ears- draining blood from her opened arteries- a third and different kind of predator bringing her to a pinnacle of pleasure with his skilled tongue- Suddenly the brunette's mouth was against hers. She could taste her own blood in her mouth, a strange coppery tang. The brunette's eyes were alight. "You could call us vampires..." They used her all night. She could remember it in flashes- her dress torn off, her breasts crushed against the black glass of the windows while her owner took her savagely from behind, forcing her to come over and over again- Being bound, bent over the edge of a bed, the smooth wet pussy of the brunette spread with two delicate pale fingers, being locked between her iron thighs while she quickly tried to master the art of oral sex. The raw agony of the lash, while she could hear them laughing at her pain and humiliation, while she tried to scream around the gag in her mouth. Cruel metal biting into her nipples, her lower lips, her clit- they seemed to have an endless appetite for her. (And how literal- a simple bite on her inner thigh turned the redhead's generous cunnilingus into dinner and a show, and she could feel the blood trickling down her thighs now, so much brighter and more vital than monthly blood.) They owned her now, body and soul, pleasure and pain. She hated herself for responding, hated herself for every moan, every gasp, every spasm of pleasure that made her mouth fall open with animal pleasure. She was being raped- being taken over and over again by a group of brutal, violent strangers, who saw her as nothing more than a plaything- and (she thought, numb with horror)- as a meal with benefits. She was filthy, a weakling among immortals. They would take what they wanted and leave what was left- an empty husk. They were worse than vampires- they were drinking up her dignity, her self-respect, her self. This brutal pleasure they had indulged a thousand times before, and would a thousand times again. As her lips closed around another stiff cock, as she tasted her own cunt there, the horror of the situation was lost. So she was meat. She'd always been meat, her whole life- they were just being honest, in the way they had taken her, fucked her, raped her, and were slowly, drop by drop, eating her. Two delicate feminine fingers slipped slickly into her, and crooked in rapid rhythm against her g-spot. A narrow pointed tongue flicked the delicate bud of her clit. There were worse ways to die. Finally, she was tied kneeling, a lit candle balanced between her breasts spilling hot wax down her flanks and pale vulnerable belly every time she shook- which was often. She had lost a lot of blood- her predators weren't above taking the occasional nip while they used her- and utterly exhausted. Her owner was gently tracing the red trails the wax had made with his cool fingers. "We've had a lot of fun with you, my pet, but it's over now." She didn't answer, except from the tears that welled in her eyes. "There's just one last step." He knelt behind her, putting one hand across her mouth, the other holding her ribs in place and cupping a breast. "This is death," he whispered in her ear. "The end. We pick our new companions carefully, and you haven't made the cut. You'll be found in the river, another victim of this brutal city, your rape and murder just another statistic." He leaned close and ran his canine against her cheek. It was diamond-sharp, cutting a thin line under her eye that wept a few weak tears of blood. "Goodnight, pet." His muscles tightened, and he moved. She instinctively tried to scream through his hand, but all that came out was a muffled mew of protest as his teeth began to close into her throat. This was it- all over now. A wet red flash, an agony that seemed to last forever and was bright as a star, and then the hellish feeling of your own body being emptied of what made it alive. The burning candle dropped from its perch, burning her as it fell. She barely noticed. She jerked against him like a deer in a cougar's jaws, like a mouse in the talons of an eagle. When she was empty he left her fall. She sank helplessly to the floor. The open wound in her throat didn't even drip. *** She awoke in a freezer, suspended from the ceiling- not from a meathook, but from the proper kind used for human suspensions, sunk expertly into the flesh of her back and supporting her weight easily. She noticed the immense quantity of meat- chilled but not frozen- on a bench in front of her. Hunger that was like a second mouth opening in her stomach ripped through her, and with casual, inhuman strength, she lifted herself off the hooks and landed on the floor. She ate for a long time- she couldn't stop herself- before she noticed the envelope. The cold meat was terribly unsatisfying, even though she knew was top sirloin and filet mignon, bloodily raw (just the way she liked it- now) but lacking that certain something- that certain- aliveness. She looked down. The pattern of her bite was odd- her canines were sideways. The envelope was addressed "Pet." She grinned. So it wasn't over. Big Night Out She had been planning this for weeks, a big surprise night out in Seattle, dinner on the board walk then dancing in the clubs. Looking at the clock she noticed that she had only a couple of hours until he came home. She went and took a shower, making sure that she shaved in all the right places. She loved the feel of her clean shaved pussy. Then she dressed, she put on her black lace garter belt and stockings, she grabbed the matching bra and put that on. Then going to her closet she found her favorite dress, it was black silk and it fit her so that it showed her curves off, it was the kind of dress that could also not be in the way in case he decided to get a little frisky in the limo. She put her arms in the sleeves and wrapped it around her tying the sash at her hip. All it would take was one tug on the sash and the dress would be off, she secretly loved that idea. Before she knew it she heard his car pulling into the driveway. Looking out the window she saw him getting out of the car and walking up to the door. Checking how she looked one last time she went down stairs to greet him. As soon as he looked up he had a grin on his face. She knew it, he would do anything that she wanted tonight just because of how she looked. He asked her... "Why are you all dressed up?" Smiling an evil little grin and looking into his eyes, "I thought we could use a night out in Seattle, so I have a limo on the way and you have 20 minutes to change, if you want that is." Looking her over he nodded and went up to change. Just as the limo pulled up he came back down the stairs, he was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a button down shirt, she thought to herself, hmm easy access. Once they were in the limo they headed to the ferry dock. The driver already had the fair in hand and they were let onto the boat. She told the driver on the phone earlier that once they were on the boat he could spend the trip up on the passenger deck. The limo parked and the driver got out of the car. He looked out the window wondering why the driver was going up stairs then looked back at his wife to ask her if she knew what was going on, but before he could say anything he felt her lips on his. She was kissing him like she hadn't seen him in weeks, her tongue licking his lips. He moaned as her hands began to open his shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to ask, "What about the driver?" She placed a finger on his lips and smiled, "we have an hour to kill, I thought we could use the time for some fun." His smile became a bit wider knowing what she was planning. Looking down at the sash he started pulling on it slowly watching it open for him to show what she was wearing under it, his breath caught when he saw his favorite black bra and garter belt with stockings, but was even more surprised to see that she wasn't wearing panties. "Did you forget something while getting dressed, or was this all planned just for me?" Smiling she leaned back in the seat opening her legs to let him see her fully. He noticed she had shaved for him also and could see that she was already wet for him. He placed his hands on her knees and pushed them wider as he began to kiss the inside of her thighs slowly working his way to her pussy. Finally after what seemed like hours to her she felt his tongue licking her, starting from her opening licking up to her clit. He loved to tease her when he went down on her. He took his time licking slowly at first, then he started to move his tongue faster, focusing more on her clit, knowing that would get her off in no time. She was moaning and grinding her hips into his face, she ran her fingers through his hair and held him against her while she came, feeling each nerve ending in her body tingle while he kept licking, she thought he would slow or stop when she came but he kept going wanting her to come again, just when she thought that she couldn't she did and this time it was harder. He looked up with a shit eating grin on his face, "that was a nice appetizer, but what's the main course?" She smiled and pulled him up to her, kissing him and tasting herself on his lips, she never minded kissing him after he went down on her, she kind of liked the taste and knew it made him harder. This time it was his turn, she had him sit in the seat and undid his pants, when she pulled down his zipper she noticed he was commando, she smiled at him and he chuckled at the grin on her face. He was so hard he had pre cum on the tip of his cock. She looked him in the eye as she stuck out her tongue and licked it off. All he could do was grown as he tipped his head back closing his eyes. She took him fully in her mouth sucking hard as she did so, he gasped at the feel. She knew he loved the way she sucked him off, so it was no surprise to hear him groaning in what sounded like pain, but it was really relief at the feel of her mouth. She circled her tongue around the head as she took him into her mouth over and over again; she cupped his balls in one hand while the other stroked him. She decided to try something new to see if he would like it, while stroking him she licked her tongue down the underside of his cock then sucked his balls into her mouth. He suddenly bucked his hips and sucked in a quick breath as he groaned, "oh god! My legs are numb." She smiled up at him with a small giggle as she climbed up his body. Kissing his chest she straddled him placing the tip of his cock against her wet opening. She was more than ready for him and he couldn't wait any longer. She lowered herself onto him feeling him fill her up. She was still for a second, and then began to move her hips in tight circles. He couldn't play anymore; he grabbed her hips and began bouncing her up and down the length of him, pumping his hips harder. He started hitting her G spot and she began to come again. He was right there with her, digging her nails into his chest she ground her hips down on him as he filled her. Both of them were shaking, their heads lolled back, they were breathing heavy. He pulled her to his chest and kissed her head. "You really know how to plan a night out you know that." They both chuckled but didn't move. After their breathing was back to normal they separated and began to fix their clothes, not long after that the driver was back. He knocked on the door first before getting in to be sure it was ok. Her husband looked at her and asked "So what else do I get to eat tonight?" She smiled at him and he laughed. The rest of the night went great. They had dinner and went dancing, then home. Once they got home though, all bets were off and so were the clothes. Big Night Out Date night was long overdue. We spent most of our nights at home going through the normal routine of me coming home from work, making dinner & eating said dinner. While I took the dog for a walk, she would bathe the kid. Then one of us would put him down for the night. Most nights, by the time our son had drifted off to sleep, we had enough energy to watch an episode of Doctor Who or Mythbusters, and little else. Your sex life as a parent of a little one is greatly dictated by the little one's sleep schedule. We would have sex when I had the day off and was fortunate enough to be around for the afternoon nap and then after bedtime (if we had the energy, that is). "We've been saying we needed to do regular date nights for months!" she said. She was right. We called her cousin and she graciously agreed to stay overnight with the boy so that we could go out, stay in a hotel, and not have to worry about getting home until the next day. I wore my new suit that she bought me, black with sharp lines and a dark shirt underneath. Fresh short haircut, trimmed goatee, and shaved smooth. I checked myself out in the mirror. Sunglasses finished off the effect. I looked rather striking, if I don't say so. Her cousin pulled up into the drive way and I went to the bedroom door. Locked. "Your cousin's here, you ready yet?" I asked. "Hold your horses! Just a minute!" she bellowed through the heavy door. I let her cousin in and left her playing with the boy on the floor. She was stepping out of the bedroom when I went back to get my wallet and keys. My heart rate jumped and I took a ragged breath in when I saw her. The tallest black heels she had ever worn were adorning her perfect feet and an elegant long black dress was draped over her body. She looked like the Goddess I always thought she was. "You look good enough to eat." I said with a raised eyebrow. "You'll get your chance later." My cock twitched at the thought of burying my face between her legs with those Fuck Me Shoes still on. "I'll be ready in a minute, I have to go potty" I said. We talked like that even before we had the kid. "You always have to potty, hurry up." I walked into the bathroom, but instead of peeing, I leaned against a wall and pulled out my phone. "The plan still a go?" I typed. "Absolutely, sir" was the response. "Awesome. 11 then. I'll leave my car unlocked, it'll be in the center console." I feigned washing my hands, then we drove off for our big night out. ----------------- We were seated at a back table at The Melting Pot. It was relatively private, like most of the tables at the fondue restaurant. I ordered the Big Night Out dinner for two. All her favorites: sharp cheddar fondue for starters, steak for the main course, and dark chocolate for dessert. All the while, she was running her hands and feet up and down my pants. I was going to have difficulty walking out. The chocolate is my favorite part of the meal, I always get a sugar rush and she loves to point out the red flush that rises to my cheeks. After she finished seductively eating the last strawberry, I kissed the remaining chocolate off of her lips. I checked my phone for the time. 9:45 pm. On schedule. -------------- We arrived at the swanky Four Seasons hotel overlooking downtown at a little after 10:30, the elevator ride up was a challenge. Though there was no one else in there with us, I knew that there might be someone in the hallway between the elevator and our room and I didn't want to have a tent pole in my pants. I'm a gentleman like that. The room was a splurge on our part, the Presidential Suite. It sprawled across two large rooms, one was the luxurious bathroom with a light marble whirlpool tub and the other the bedroom with a plush King sized bed. That last room was the important one to us. As soon as we stepped foot over the threshold, I swept her light frame up into my arms and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down gently, the black fabric of her dress contrasted against the bright white of the sheets. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to her waiting lips. Our tongues probed and explored each other's mouths until I interrupted. "Fuck." I said, "I left my wallet and phone in the car." She sighed deeply, annoyed. "Hurry up, so you can get back here and fuck me!" she ordered. "Feel free to get started without me." I said over my shoulder as I walked out of the room. I walked into the lobby and asked the desk clerk for an extra key and pulled my phone out of my pocket. 10:45 pm. I dropped the key into the center console and left the door unlocked. I walked back into the room to find my wife on the bed, she had stripped her dress off and tossed it onto the couch on the far side of the room. She was propped up on a pile of pillows, all that remained was her fuck me shoes and a pair of black panties. The panties were black with thin straps hugging her beautiful hips, her ass was traced down the center with a small ribbon of fabric. The front was black and sheer with a small bow on the top, indicating the sweet present I had waiting to open below. I smirked and stripped off my jacket, shoes, and socks. I crawled across the bed and kissed her feet. I worked my way up her legs, very lightly tracing across her smooth skin with my fingertips, sending shivers up her body. Kissing and touching, I found my way to her panties. I could see that the sheer black fabric was soaking wet and I could smell her beautiful pussy through them. The aroma of her when she's ready to fuck is absolutely intoxicating. I pulled the fabric aside and ran my tongue gently from the bottom of her lips up to just short of her clit and then repeated the teasing action on the other side. She moaned in pleasure and frustration. "Just shove your tongue in my pussy! Please, please, please!" she pleaded. I am a gentleman, you'll remember. So I obliged the lady. Fuck, she tastes so sweet and warm. Dark chocolate be damned, this is my favorite dessert. Somewhere in the parking lot below a car door was closing. Key card in hand. ---------------- I crawled out from between her legs, my goatee wet with her juices, and laid down next to her. "Climb on my cock." I demanded. Her mouth twisted into a grin. She kicked off her shoes and straddled me, my throbbing rod bouncing against her stomach. "I'm in charge, got it?" she playfully demanded. "Yes, ma'am." I smirked and thought "Not for long, you're not..." She slowly, agonizingly slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Her pussy was dripping wet and I slid in with no friction or resistance. She slid all the way down to the base, impaling herself on me, as she rocked her body back and forth. She pulled back up, squeezing her very well toned Kegel muscles, gripping my cock hard. I've told her that I think she could make me cum without either of us moving with just her pussy. As she slammed down on me, I heard noise outside the door and a click as the lock was undone. He stepped into the room she gasped, startled at the sudden presence of another person in the room. She tried to turn her head to see who the intruder was but I was ready for her. I quickly shot my hands up to firmly, but gently, grab the sides of her face, keeping her eyes on me. "No peeking" I said devilishly. She looked panicked. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked, just as a thick, black satin blindfold slipped over her eyes from behind. "Shhhhh, it's okay..." I reassured her as I gently pulled my dripping cock out of her, "You know that fantasy we've talked about for a long time now? About inviting another guy to play? Tonight's the big night." Her face slowly turned from panic to calm to a mischievous smile. "Oh really? And who did you invite along to play?" "That's not for you to know." Her lips pursed in slight annoyance, then she sharply inhaled as he ran his fingers along her ass cheeks and down into her crotch. He slid his two middle fingers over her already sensitive clit and rubbed side to side, just like she likes it. "Fuuuuuuuck..." she exhaled out as her head lowered onto my chest. His hand pressed against the lower part of my stomach as she ground against his touch. "Rub her little pussy harder...faster..." I ordered him. He wordlessly obeyed and she bit my shoulder as she screamed softly and erratically. Her voice became more and more high pitched until she made an animal noise, low and guttural as she came on his hand. I could feel her come slide past his fingers and onto my belly. He slid his hand out from between our bodies, slick with her juice. My beautiful bride was panting and drooling slightly onto my shoulder. I slid up the bed into a sitting position, my thumping hard-on pulsing in front of her blindfolded face and rubbed the tip on her lips. "I want to feel your warm mouth wrapped around my cock." I said. Still in a daze, she obeyed. Her lips slid halfway down my rod before her tongue came out to run along the underside. She drooled onto my cock for more lubrication as hand slowly worked the lower half in concert with her lips. Her pink tongue flicked across my head sending waves of pleasure through my crotch radiating out to my stomach. I was getting light headed, her blowjobs always did that to me. But I was losing focus. This was about her. Her pleasure. "Do you want him to fuck you?" I asked. She took my dick out of her mouth and leaned it against her cheek. "Yes." she said quietly. "Don't tell me, tell him." "Yes." she said a little louder. "Tell him exactly what you want him to do, nice and loud" I ordered. "I want your cock in my pussy!" she called over her shoulder. I nodded enthusiastically at him. His cock was in his hand ready to drive it into her dripping snatch. My hand replaced his on her cilt. I slid my hand down her slick slit and spread her lips for him. She made a noise that was almost a sigh and almost a yell when he eased his hard-on deep into her. I could see the pleasure wash across both of their faces. "Fuck her hard." I demanded. "Would you like it if he slammed your wet cunt?" "Yes! Please, please, please pound my little cunt hard!" He picked up the pace immediately, wildly thrusting behind her. Every time he rammed into her her body pitched forward and she softly grunted. I bent down my head and gently nudged her chin up to my face to kiss her. Our lips met in a crash of passion, separating slightly every time he pounded my bride's pussy. "Fuck! His cock feels so go-ooo-oood!" I broke our kiss and gave him a wave, indicating that it was time. His glistening cock slid out of her and she gave a whimper of displeasure. "Tell him to put it back in," she pleaded. "He will, don't worry," I reassured her. My body slid back down hers, slick with sweat, and my cock easily slid into her dripping hole. "Tell him your fantasy." She turned her head slightly towards her faceless lover. "I want two cocks in my little cunt." she breathed. I could feel the tip of his head first, sliding against the sensitive underside of my cock working it's way into the wet fuckhole. He was pressed up tight against me inside of her, the pressure from him pushing down on me was almost as good as her Kegels she's so proud of. Once he was all the way in, we started fucking her. We found a rhythm quickly. When one was halfway out, the other would slam back in. Then she'd push back against us. Her cunt was pleasantly stretching from the relentless pounding. "God, baby! My pussy feels so fucking full!" Her face was turning red from holding her breath, little bits of air leaking out. My bride was about to come. I knew that look anywhere. Animal noises erupted from her as her pussy tightened and she squeezed our cocks. Her cream slid down my shaft, dripping across my balls and onto the white sheets below. For the first time, her soundless lover made a noise. "Ahhhhhh, god!" he screamed as he pulled his cock out, slick with pussy juice, and pumped it until he shot his load onto her lower back, upper back, and into her styled red-highlighted brunette hair. The visual of my bride coming on a stranger's cock was all I could handle. I shot my come into her hungry pussy, pulsing stream after stream deep into her. She collapsed on me, my rod still inside of her, panting and breathing roughly. A good minute went by before she thought to rip off the blindfold and turn to look at who had just helped her husband fuck her so thoroughly. But by the time she had turned, all she could see was the door closing behind him. "Who...who was he?" she said breathlessly. "Maybe you'll get to see his face...next time." I teased.