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After Dinner Treat

By: Celtic_Heart



It had been six months since Lisa and I had enjoyed our first threesome with her boyfriend Carl. Carl had become a willing participant, as willing as my own husband, Keith was with the similar arrangement that Lisa and I had with him. The fact that Lisa and I had partners that knew and approved of both arrangements made them all the more enjoyable. So far, however it was the men who had had the best of this situation. 

Our threesomes always consisted of Lisa, me and either Keith or Carl. I'd also had Carl on his own, with Lisa's full consent of course, and Lisa had frequently 'kept Keith company' if I wasn't around. There were no secrets between us, we told each other everything. As I've said, our threesomes were always two girls and one guy, neither Lisa nor I had managed to arrange a situation where either of us got to enjoy both men at once. Not that either of us minded. We enjoyed what we had and we also enjoyed each other. We had been friends almost all of our lives and had, during the last few months, become occasional lovers. We were also highly competitive where our sex lives were concerned and that was probably why neither of us had managed to get both men together on our own. 

When we were younger I'd been the first of the two of us to have given a boy a blow job. Despite being almost a year younger than me, Lisa had managed to lose her virginity before I did. I'd retaliated by being the first to have sex with another girl and she hit back by being the first to take it up the arse. We'd shared the experience of our first threesome with a guy but, quite simply, neither of us wanted the other to be the first to enjoy the particular experience of having two men at once. By a strange coincidence Keith's birthday was coming up and it would be two years since Lisa and I had given him his special 'birthday treat'. 

"Are Carl and you free next Saturday?" I asked one evening while I was round at Lisa's. 

"I think so, why?" asked Lisa. 

"Well it's Keith's birthday on Sunday but I thought we could celebrate by inviting you two over for a meal on Saturday. I'm sure Keith would like it if you were able to come," I replied. 

"I don't know about Keith," she said, "but I know I'd like it if I came." The play on words was obvious but we both laughed. 

"Well," I continued, "with all four of us there, the possibilities are endless." 

"Mmm," she replied wickedly. 

"Oh you!" I exclaimed, "You're impossible. Oh and by the way, I need to book an appointment for my monthly torture." I added. 

"I'm sure you can be fitted in, come round just before we close on Thursday," she said. 

"OK," I replied with a shrug, "I still don't know how you talked me into it." 

"Keith likes you smooth doesn't he?" she asked, "And besides, we'd have never got away with it that first time if you hadn't." 

"I should've made you grow yours back instead," I retorted. 

"Never," replied Lisa, "My pussy's been smooth since I was 18, there's no way I'd ever let it grow back. Anyway, Carl likes it that way, so does Keith and I don't recall you ever complaining either." 

"No, that's true," I replied ruefully, "I guess the advantages outweigh feeling like a plucked chicken for a couple of hours." 

"Anyway," interrupted Lisa, "about next Saturday..." We chatted for a while discussing the endless ways we could turn the situation to our advantage. The conversation was frank, explicit and highly arousing. Almost inevitably, Lisa and I ended up having sex. 

There was very little in the way of foreplay. There was no real reason for any. The combination of a bottle of wine and our frank conversation meant we were already extremely turned on. It started with a quick kiss on Lisa's sofa followed by some frantic tugging at each others' clothes. We were naked in no time and stretched out on the thick rug in front of Lisa's fireplace, our hands caressing and exploring each others' bodies as our lips pressed firmly together. 

There was an urgency to our need. With only a minimum of hesitation we quickly manoeuvred into a sixty-nine. I straddled Lisa's face with my thighs and ground my pussy against her mouth. "Oh fuck, that's good!" I cried as her tongue flicked along my slit. Lisa's tongue darted into my cunt and I dipped my head forward to taste her pussy. Her juices flowed freely and I lapped them eagerly into my mouth. Below me, Lisa flicked her tongue over my clit. I pushed my hips back to increase the pressure of her touch. 

A warm glow spread over me as Lisa's mouth expertly worked on my pussy. The taste of my best friend's essence on my lips as she ate me only heightened my arousal. As my body began to shake I sucked hard on Lisa's clit, flicking the tip with my tongue. Lisa paused briefly to emit a soft "Oooh," of pleasure before returning her attention to my throbbing clit. 

I tried to hold back, trying in vain to stifle my own climax so that we could come together. Powerful contractions of pleasure pulsed through my womb, wracking my body and I reluctantly surrendered myself to the sensations. I sat up. Running my hands over my breasts, I teased my nipples as Lisa's tongue held me on the pinnacle of my climax. 

Moaning loudly with pleasure, I finally rolled away. Almost immediately, Lisa was above me. She wasted no time in lowering her pussy onto my face. I pressed my tongue between her moist folds and began to lick with firm strokes of my tongue, working my way from her cunt to her clit. "Yes!, Oh fuck Sue, yess!" Lisa moaned as my tongue gently lashed her clit. "Ooooh!" she cried as I sucked down on it and teased it between my teeth. I pushed two fingers into her cunt and began to thrust them in and out as my tongue beat relentlessly on her clit. The walls of her cunt gripped my fingers tightly and her body began to shake. "Yes, yes! Oh Sue. Oh Yes!" cried Lisa as her orgasm claimed her. She ground her pussy harder against my mouth. Every touch of my tongue caused her to flinch violently until at last, she could take no more. 

"Hell, that was just what I needed," purred Lisa as we lay, slowly recovering, in each others' arms. 

"Mmm, me too," I replied, pressing my body tightly against hers. We lay there for a while, gently caressing each other, savouring a drawn out moment of post orgasmic closeness. Finally we got up, took it in turns to have a shower and then, because it was quite late, we went to bed 

The next few days seemed to drag by. I was in a state of constant arousal as the day grew steadily closer. Keith, it seemed, sensed it too. The sense of anticipation grew as the days passed. Our lovemaking took on an ever increasing sense of urgency until, at last, the day arrived. 

I was as randy as hell the whole day as the hours ticked by. Lisa had called earlier to say that she and Carl would arrive just after seven. Keith had been out playing rugby that afternoon and I bustled about around the house getting everything ready. My clit seemed to throb constantly with anticipation and on four separate occasions I had to stop what I was doing, hitch up my skirt and bring myself off with my fingers just to relieve the pressure. 

Keith arrived home just after five as I was putting the finishing touches to the table. "Had a good day?" he asked. 

"Mmm, not bad," I replied, "you?" 

"Well we won, eventually," he said. 

"Good," I replied as he moved to kiss me. His lips pressed against mine and my response was immediate. I reached down and rubbed the front of his jeans, feeling the contained bulge swell in response. "I need this inside me," I purred into his ear, "and I need it now!" I pulled out of his embrace and spun around. Bracing myself with one hand against the work top, I hitched up my short skirt and spread my legs to reveal knickerless pussy. 

"Mmm, hot wet and smooth, just the way I like it," he said as he gripped my hips with his strong hands, pulling me back as he entered me with a single, powerful thrust. 

"Oh fuck!" I cried as his cock plunged in and out of my cunt, "I've needed this all day." 

Keith's cock surged in and out with long, hard strokes. I pushed my hips back to meet him on deepest part of his thrust, impaling myself on his rigid member. My fingers teased my clit as he buried his cock in my cunt, his balls slapping against my enflamed labia with ever thrust. "Oh yes! Fuck me!" I moaned as Keith's cock pounded in and out. The walls of my cunt gripped him tight, milking his cock deep within me. 

"Oooh," I cried as my body began to shake. I felt my knees begin to weaken as I rubbed furiously at my clit. Only Keith's cock, pumping in and out, kept me from collapsing as my orgasm powered through me. I barely heard Keith as he said, "Getting close, where'd you want it?" 

"Cum in my mouth," I gasped and Keith slowly pulled his cock from my cunt. Feeling suddenly empty I turned around and dropped to my knees. My tongue eagerly licked up and down his shaft, licking every trace of my juices from its length. 

Keith grabbed my hair as my tongue swirled around the crown, occasionally flicking the slit at its tip. "Suck it!" he demanded, "Don't tease, just wrap your lips around my cock and suck." 

I opened my mouth, eager to obey. Keith pushed his cock between my lips and began to thrust, fucking my mouth just, as moments before, he had fucked my cunt. Giving his cum heavy balls a squeeze, I sucked as his cock pumped in and out of my mouth. He was breathing hard and I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue as it began to leak out. "Oh Fuck! Oh Sue! Here it comes!" he gasped. I let my mouth go slack in anticipation. 

Keith thrust his cock deep into my mouth. I felt his balls tighten. His cock twitched and then he erupted. As the first jet of his hot cum was shot into the back of my mouth, I slid my lips back along his shaft so that just the crown was still in my mouth. I savoured the taste as Keith's hot sperm pumped into my mouth, letting it pool on my tongue before greedily swallowing it down. 

When he was finally spent, I sucked the last drops from his diminishing prick before tucking it back into his jeans. I stood up and Keith kissed me. "You should go freshen up," I said, "and let me finish up in here." 

"Right," said Keith then he kissed me again before heading off to the shower. When he returned I was just finishing up. He sat down at the table and poured us both a glass of wine. "Oh," he said after taking a sip of his wine, "You're looking great tonight, I was a bit preoccupied to mention it earlier." 

I smiled. "If Lisa and Carl weren't due any minute you'd be occupied again now," I said with a wicked little grin. 

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly, "I'm sure there'll be enough entertainment to keep you happy later." 

Before I could reply, the door bell rang. I left Keith in the kitchen and went to let Lisa and Carl in. Lisa kissed me as I took her coat. It was no feeble peck on the cheek. I could feel the urgency coursing through her body as her lips pressed firmly to mine. The intensity of her kiss proclaimed, louder than any words could, her intentions for the evening. She was dressed in a short black, low cut strapless dress that was split up the sides. The tightness of her outfit revealed that, like me, she was also without underwear. Not that Lisa very often wore any. "You look stunning," I said. 

"Mmm, so do you," replied Lisa. Then she leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Is there any chance we could skip the meal and move on to the main event." 

I laughed, "Not a chance," I said, "not after all the effort I've put in. You'll just have to be patient, Like me." 

With that, I led them through to the kitchen where there was to be a surprise in store from me. As I turned to introduce Carl to Keith, Keith stood up, surprise written clearly across his face. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, "Carl. Shit... I mean, how the hell are you?" 

Carl was equally taken aback. "Keith, um... Great... How are you?" he asked. 

"I take it you two know each other?" Lisa asked archly. 

"Um... Er... Yeah," stammered Carl. "We used to play rugby together at Uni." He turned to Keith, "How long has it been? Five years?" 

Keith laughed. "Probably nearer six,"he replied. "Drink?" he added mildly. 

"Let me," I said, passing out glasses and filling them. 

The meal was almost incidental after that. I was complimented on my cooking but most of the conversation was dominated by Keith and Carl catching up on the events of the last six years and reminiscing about their antics during their student days. 

Lisa looked a little nervous. I smiled reassuringly at her. There was no way I was going to let this unexpected turn of events spoil the fun that'd been planned for this evening. 

The meal eventually drew to a close. After the desserts had been polished off I topped up Keith and Carls' glasses and sent them through to the living room saying that Lisa and I would be through after we'd tidied up a bit. 

"That was a bit of a shock,"Lisa said as she dried the dishes, "Keith and Carl knowing each other I mean." 

"It was, wasn't it?" I replied, "Still it may be to our advantage," I added thoughtfully. 

"Why?" asked Lisa. 

"Well," I replied, "Keith knows that I've fucked Carl before, and Carl knows that you've fucked Keith. Even though Keith's up for it, and I assume Carl is too, the fact that they used to be friends means it might be easier for them when they see us being fucked by another man than it would be if it was a complete stranger." 

"Well, we can but hope," said Lisa putting away the last of the pans. 

"Me too," I replied. "If not, we'll just have to do it with each other, if nothing else it might get them in the mood." 

Lisa laughed wickedly. "Shall we join them?" she asked. 

"Let's," I said. With that, we wandered through to join them. 

As Lisa and I had arranged, we walked into the room and made to join our partners. I kissed Keith, Lisa kissed Carl. Then, without any hesitation, Lisa and I swapped places. Carl obviously had no problems dealing with the fact that it was me and not Lisa that was paying him attention. His lips pressed firmly against mine and, as I let my hand trail over the front of his jeans, I felt him stiffen in response. 

My passion mounted as his hands began to wander over my body. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Keith was equally at home with the situation. He had peeled down the front of Lisa's dress and was eagerly feasting on her tits. Her hands had already released his cock from its confinement and were now stroking it. 

I slipped down onto the floor in front of Carl, moving between his legs. I reached into his jeans to release the object of my desire. Carl's cock was long and hard, I stroked it lightly as I cast a quick glance over at Lisa and Keith. She smiled over at me as Keith sucked and licked her tits. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of Carl's shaft. He moaned as my tongue flicked around the crown and over the slit at its tip. I opened my mouth, licked my lips then wrapped them around his cock. My lips slid down his shaft, taking him deep into my hungry mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see that Keith’s cock was now receiving similar attention from Lisa. 

I reached down to stroke my clit as my lips slid easily up and down Carl's cock. It was slightly longer than Keith's but not as thick but I devoured it hungrily, sucking it deep into my mouth with every stroke. 

I felt a soft kiss against my cheek as I was joined by Lisa. She unzipped my dress and Keith helped her pull it free from my body as my mouth continued to work on Carl's cock. Lisa stepped out of her dress then knelt down beside me. Reluctantly, I let Carl's cock slip from my mouth and then we took it in turns to run our tongues up and down his shaft. 

Lisa and I emitted a simultaneous "Oooh!" of pleasure as Keith began to finger our pussies. I turned round to take Keith’s cock into my mouth, leaving Lisa free to feast on Carl's. Keith leaned forward to run his tongue along Lisa's wet slit as my mouth slid hungrily up and down his prick. Lisa moaned softly then resumed her sucking as Keith's tongue lapped at her pussy. I sucked hard, drawing the head of Keith's cock deep into the back of my throat. I cupped his balls, marvelling that how heavy and full they felt. The earlier load that he had shot down my throat hadn't appeared to have drained him at all. 

Finally, I unwrapped my lips from around his cock. Lisa was squirming with pleasure as Keith's tongue explored every fold of her pussy. With a voice made husky with desire I said, "I think Lisa's ready for your cock now dear. Stick your cock in her hot, wet cunt." Keith moved up behind her. Positioning his cock at the entrance to her cunt, he gripped her hips and entered her with a single thrust. "That's it," I purred, "fuck her. Fuck her hard!" 

I wriggled underneath Lisa as Keith's cock pounded into her. I looked up and had a perfect view of my husband’s cock as it slid in and out of her cunt. My tongue flicked out. Keith’s cock slid along its tip as it pumped into her. I could taste Lisa’s juice on its length as it slid over my tongue. My tongue found Lisa’s clit and began to flick over it. Lisa’s body shivered with the contact. Keith’s balls swung above my nose as my tongue lapped over Lisa’s clit. 

Every so often, Keith would slide his cock out of Lisa. My mouth would open to receive it and I savoured the taste of my best friend’s essence as it slipped between my lips. I could taste pre-cum mixed in with Lisa’s juices and I knew Keith was getting close to boiling point. 

Lisa began to moan. Her body shook as her orgasm claimed her. My tongue flicked over her swollen clit, causing her to flinch in response to my every touch. Keith's cock pounded in and out of her cunt and I heard Carl say, "Suck it! I want to cum in your mouth." 

Keith was breathing hard as he fucked Lisa with long, hard strokes. "Go on," I purred, "cum inside her. Fill her cunt with your hot cum." Grabbing Lisa's hips, Keith groaned as he buried his cock to the root inside Lisa's cunt. I could see his balls contract as he began to empty his load inside her He continued to thrust as his cock pumped jet after jet of sperm deep into her body. 

I licked gently on Lisa's clit. Her climax still held her in its grasp. I heard Carl moan. "Getting close!" he cried, "Can't hold on. I'm cu... ooooh!" Lisa was so far gone as he emptied his sperm into her mouth that she couldn't hold it all. I felt his hot, sticky juice trickle down the inside of my thigh as it spilled from her mouth. Keith pulled his cock from Lisa's pussy and her body slumped down onto mine. His cum flowed out of her hole coating my face. My tongue lapped at her pussy, cleaning away Keith's cum. Lisa sighed and ground her pussy against my mouth. 

She squirmed against me as I licked the intoxicating mixture of Keith's cum and her juices from her pussy. "Eat me!" she moaned, "Oh fuck Sue, eat my pussy!" 

I licked harder. Lisa's juices flowed over my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my tongue against its tip. "Oh, mmm, Sue, ahh!" she moaned as I feasted on her pussy. I reached up to play with her tits, pressing them together and teasing her nipples with my fingers, pushing her over her edge into another orgasm. Her body shook and she collapsed on top of me, moaning with pleasure until she rolled away, unable to take any more. 

As Lisa lay there, moaning softly as her body recovered, I moved over to where Keith was sitting on the sofa. He parted his legs and I moved between them. Taking his still semi-erect dick in one hand, I proceeded to lick him clean. My tongue ran up the sides of his shaft, delicately removing all traces of his cum and Lisa's juices from its length. His cock began to stiffen in response to my touch. When his cock was clean I took it into my mouth and quickly proceeded to suck it back to full hardness. 


After Dinner Treat



The restaurant had emptied. The party of eight had concluded their meal and were waiting for the bill to arrive. Amy studied her husband Jack. Despite her repeated threats and warnings he had done it again. She knew it was not intentional. She knew he would be mortified if she accused him of not loving her. It was not the case. They loved each other very much but he still had a lesson to learn. Familiarity is no reason for paying your wife little attention whilst you are out. All night his gaze had wandered about the room. She had watched him measuring, comparing the various female diners and the girls waiting on tables. She had watched his eyes study their waitress. Noted the look as he mentally undressed her. His eyes had flirted with her. He had reserved his charm for her. Spoke softly so she would lean her face close to his.

He would see no reason for Amy to be jealous. Jack always went home with her. Always made tender and passionate love. He had never once been unfaithful or given reason for doubt or suspicion. It still hurt. It still rankled. This feeling he was testing himself. Proving himself should they ever part. It was inherent in his subconscious, his male ego, this voyeuristic game of comparisons. He still had to prove he was a man to be appreciated. The prime male where ever they went. 

Jack had tried. He had started the evening so well. He had noticed the jersey dress Amy wore especially for the occasion. Flattered and complimented her make up and hair. Made promises to mess up her immaculate look at the end of the evening. Amy knew he would keep his promise. Amy would ensure he did. First he had to learn. Amy smiled inwardly to herself. She had planned this moment so well. She could almost predict the look on his face. To imagine and to witness were two different things. The moment would be priceless. His attention would improve.

Amy watched the waitress bring across the bill on a silver platter. She headed automatically towards Jack. A welcoming smile came to his lips as her eyes flashed his way. Amy clicked her fingers. Everyone stopped talking. The waitress halted, turned and smiled politely, placing the platter at Amy's bare setting. Amy grasped gently the waitress hand.

'Is there anything else you would you like?' she asked.

Amy looked into the lively coal black eyes. They were vibrant with the smoulder of Latin passion. Amy guessed the waitress had Mediterranean origins. The olive skin and tumbling dark tresses veiling her face adding to her suspicions. Amy glanced at the bill on the platter.

'Maria' Amy said reading the name on the waitresses' badge. 'You need to add the price of your body for the night. My husband wants to fuck you.'

About the table there was uproar. Jack immediately questioning Amy's senses. She ignored everything, just continued to look into Maria's dark eyes. Her eyebrows raised for a moment forming a question then they dropped to emphasise the dark glow of submerged Latin heat. An understanding passed between them no one else saw. A feminine intuition of the request and how she had come to be chosen. Maria returned Amy's gentle squeeze of the hand to confirm her collusion with whatever she had planned.

The soft wisp of Maria's hair brushed against Amy's cheek as she bent taking up a pen. It was like bunched silk caressing her face. Maria wrote a figure on the bill. She brushed her hair back from her face looking up to Amy for confirmation. Amy took the pen. She crossed the amount through and doubled it.

'Cash! Don't worry you'll earn it.' Amy said giving Maria's hand a final squeeze.

Maria stood watching as Amy counted from a rolled bundle of notes she had concealed in her purse.

'Stop this is madness.' Jack protested. 'You can't joke with people like this.'

Amy halted her counting.

'Who is joking Jack? I bought her for you. You've wanted her all evening. So now you can have her.' Amy resumed placing the notes onto the platter, as the rest of the party looked on.

'This is preposterous. Where ever did you get the idea from?'

'Your face Jack. Where else?' Amy continued counting. Watching Jack from the corner of her eye. He tried to reason with the waitress.

'Maria, look. My wife has a somewhat extreme sense of humour. I think she is trying to shame me because I have an eye for a pretty girl. You don't want to do this with me. No offence. You are very attractive, but I might have a bit of a problem myself.' Jack tried to indicate a certain lack of ardour in his trousers. Gemma one of the party leaned over and grabbed at his crotch.

'I don't think there's a problem there Jack. You just don't want to admit you fancy her. Not in front of Amy anyway. You've been rumbled. Come on Jack don't be a wimp. Not when your wife is willing to pay.'

Jack snatched Gemma's hand away. His face was crimson with the shock and the embarrassment. Amy passed the money to Maria. Already enjoying the scene and the look of horror on Jack's face. She knew he would remember this evening. Amy would ensure it. She looked at the remaining guests who divided into two camps. Those who mirrored Jack's indignation were heading for the door, whilst the curious and more sporting were ensuring a full view of the promised performance.

'Where would you like me to do it? Here or the little restroom we have upstairs?' Maria asked

'I think here where everyone can see.' Amy said indicating the excited audience and the agitated benefactor.

'I'll be back. I need to finish off. We do not wish to be disturbed. It is alright if someone gives me a lift home afterwards?' Maria queried as she turned to clear the remains from the tables.

'No problem. I'm sure we will be able to sort something out.' Amy said looking at the eager faces. Someone would most certainly want to take her home.

As Maria left the room Jack tried once more to talk to Amy.

'I'm sorry darling,' he began.

'You don't need to be. Not yet.' Amy rose and cleared the surface of the table leaving only the white linen cloth covering.

'We could leave now. Let Maria have the money as a tip. I can't help looking. You know that. It doesn't mean anything. It just confirms you still are the most beautiful woman I know. We'll go home now. I'll prove you are the only woman for me.' Jack came towards Amy his arms outstretched. She side stepped him.

'I have heard it all before Jack. Until you have experienced the truth for yourself you will keep on looking. I don't look. I don't need to look I know you are the man I want. I'm buying you this one chance for the same. Take her. Enjoy her. Do whatever you want. When you've finished with her you are mine. Mine until I am completely satisfied Jack. This is not any easy get out. I am going to fuck this out of you once and for all.'

Jack confused turned to the two remaining couples for inspiration.

'You don't want to embarrass our friends. They didn't come out to witness a sordid peep show. They are very loyal to us waiting like this. I know they are just being polite. Hoping you'll put an end to this drama now.' Amy saw the devilment rising in the eyes of her friends. Her reply to Jack was unnecessary.

'I quite like a little spice to my evening Jack. The sight of your bottom pumping up and down seems an excellent idea.' Gemma smiled playfully reaching out for Jack. ' Why don't you entertain us while we are waiting. Give us a little peek of your manly physique.' 

Jack edged away from them. Amy was pleased by the salacious nature of her friends. It was exactly the atmosphere she had hoped for. Charles, Gemma's partner stood up.

'Are you going to oblige us with a little routine Charles?' Amy called strolling about the table making sure everything looked right.

'Not likely. But if we're having a bit of a stag do, I thought some more wine might be in order.' The party agreed and he sauntered off quickly returning with glasses and two bottles of wine. He went to place them on the table, but was quickly ordered to find another. With wine in hand the chant began for Jack to strip. Like a little boy he slunk sulkily into his chair. Amy solicited the help of Gemma and Caroline, together they began to disrobe his protesting body. Amy decided to reveal another of Jack's secrets.

'He shouldn't be this shy with you. You should hear the fantasies he has about you.'

Jack squirmed as Gemma began loosening his trousers. Caroline from behind had unbuttoned his shirt. She grasped his nipples in a pinching clasp between thumb and finger. 

'Pray do tell. As it is a night for intimate revelations.' Caroline said squeezing harder as Jack exhaled a pleading protest.

'Gemma dear is very close to giving him his prize. He love's her mouth. Her painted lips. He imagines them sliding along his shaft. Nibbling at his cock head and drinking down his come. You my dear Caroline would suffer a far more unpleasant fate. He has always considered you very reserved. A little cold perhaps, too lofty for Jack's taste. He'd like to take you down from your pedestal. Somewhere muddy dirty all slimy and wet making you roll in it till you were slippery all over. Then he would take you like a beast in the field.' Amy enjoyed the colour drain from Jack's cheeks. The flush rising and spreading across his pulsating chest. She knew Jack made quick assumptions. It was time he learnt to pay attention. Not just to Amy but her friends as well.

Caroline pinched hard on Jack's nipples. Making him cry out again. She pressed herself into his back, biting hard into his neck. She was no ice maiden. Amy was pleased by the response of her hedonistic friends. She watched them strip Jack to his underwear. He continued to protest his innocence. He fell silent as Gemma pressed her face pressed close to his crotch mimicking fellatio. Jack despite the indignity was responding to the attention. Exactly as Amy intended. 

Whilst Jack was being undressed, Amy had rearranged the tables into a circle surrounding their own. Their table would become the central stage. Leaving a gap Amy created a walkway by which Maria would make her entrance. She re-lit the candles on the ring of tables throwing an amber light into the space. Finding the light console Amy reduced the surrounding room into flickering shade.

Maria walked in. The teasing and the chatter ceased. Caroline and Gemma returned to their seats. Within the circle of light Maria's dark tresses shone. Orange and red dappled the black. The flame dancing within her eyes. Jack remained seated his arms folded shielding his erect phallus. Amy waited for Maria by the temporary stage.

'Your husband does not seem so interested in me. Perhaps you should have your money back.' Maria indicated towards Jack. He was trying to disassociate himself from the gathering. Amy saw him pretending to look away.

'Jack has a problem with attention. Sometimes it is not always easy to attract. I know he wants you. It is just a matter of persuasion.' 

Amy slid her hand beneath the heavy weight of Maria's hair. Beneath the softness, she pressed against the upturned collar covering Maria's neck. She pulled her close parting her lips as the dark tresses fell forward to cover her. The kiss was warm, firm, like pressing her lips against ripe summer fruit. Maria's mouth parted. The wide fleshy mouth encircled Amy's lips. The soft exchange brought their bodies closer. Breast to breast, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. Amy pressed her pelvis against the firm thigh. Their bodies trembled as the first tingles of excitement passed through them. Breathless each pressed against the other's mouth. Tongues exchanged probing caresses as fingers mapped the others body.

Amy cast a glimpse to her audience. They sat enraptured. Each couple huddled against the other. Hands held tight as the excitement took them. She looked to Jack. Her plan was working. His hands had fallen away from the front of his pants. He was sitting tall attentive in the chair, unconcerned by his visible erection. The heat and lust flickered across his face.

Amy ran her hands up under Maria's hair. Making it tumble and fall between her hands. Maria traced the lines of Amy's cheek, fingering the line of her jaw the rise of her eyebrows the soft pad about the eyes, the slender straight line of her nose. Returning each other's gaze they parted slightly each tracing the line of the other's body. Amy felt the cool linen of the white blouse, the stiff starching growing warm over the circle of Maria's breasts. She squeezed feeling the firm shape beneath. Amy's breasts tingled against the fine jersey as Maria repeated the compliment. Her fingers circling the halo of her stippled aureole, as they pressed outlined against her dress. Bodies stirred fractionally within seats. The room seemed to be filled with the sound of stifled breathing.

Amy unbuttoned Maria's blouse. Slipped the garment to the ground. Turning the waitress around, she pulled her back into her breasts, pressing the round of the buttocks into her groin. Maria's hair pressed against Amy's cheek, as her hands encircled the cups of her captive breasts. She stroked Maria's nipples through the sheer pink fabric of her bra. She felt the gyration of the girls hips brushing the round of her abdomen. Amy was enjoying the heat from the woman, and the power she was exercising on Jack. His whole body was pulsing with the want for her and the woman she manipulated in her hands. Amy's left hand slid down over Maria's belly. Her long fingers spreading over the black skirt, pressing against the lower belly, above the rise of her pubic mound.

As Maria's hands reached behind for Amy, stroking her thighs the indent of her back, Amy continued her exploration across the black skirt. Her palm slid over the hips down the thigh. Traced the line of the girl's panties, touched her hidden heat. Amy continued the slow languorous strokes till it seemed her body had melted into Maria's. One united body urging, teasing the man she loved. Around her she heard the sounds of repressed passion, as her friends watched, not daring to move and miss the show.

Amy prolonged the tease, cupping and kneading Maria's flesh through her clothes. Insinuating intercourse, by wriggling her hips against the girls bottom. The excitement and the hunger was growing within Maria's body. Amy could feel she would soon loose control. She felt her own sex begin to flower, spreading damp warmth inside her panties. Maria's body was increasing in its pressing demand. Amy pulled up the black skirt, exposing the olive skin of the bare thighs. Jack's eyes fixed upon the edge of the skirt, she could see him willing it to rise. Amy tantalised him with the length of limb keeping Maria's panties hidden.

'Come along darling. What's the problem? Maria's waiting for you. She wants you. Don't try and deny it you want her too. Take her, show her what a fine man you are.' Amy slid her index and forefinger beneath the gathered hem of Maria's skirt. Her finger tips seeking the soft source of Maria's hidden heat. She pressed against the flimsy fabric beneath the skirt. Felt the flesh part, welcome her inside. Maria gave a low gasp. Her torso sinking onto the inquisitive digits. Amy explored the widening seam. Her fingers becoming damp and sticky as they were drawn deeper inside, till her knuckle felt the touch of course hair, guarding the entrance to the fount of Maria's sex. Amy pressed herself against the waitress as she rode against her fingers.

'This has gone too far. You've got to stop now. I can't take someone like this. It's fine now. You offer this girl to me. How will you feel if I do take her, there across the table? What will you think of me then?' Jack crossed his legs, wincing as he tried to hide his bulging erection.

Amy kept on working her hand inside Maria's pants. Riding in rhythm with the writhing body. It felt good. It felt so very good to be so in control.

'I'd think you were a man Jack if you take her. Not a coward, or a liar. Just be honest Jack. She feels beautiful inside. Hot wet, full of juice. Just like me Jack. Will you let us both down. Will you deny your body. To prove a false pride.' 

Amy closed her lips onto Maria's neck. The flesh was warm, smooth. Delicately she traced her lips along the throbbing vein. A vampire waiting to strike. She had no need to bite. The touch of her mouth transferred the life from Maria's rocking body into her own. 

Maria twisted within her grasp. Amy's hands fell away. Lush lips closed over hers. Passionate vibrant lips, peppered her face. Amy felt the fastening on her dress loosen, The lips which had peppered her face launched down her body preceded by the clinging jersey dress. Amy stood in her black lace knickers, as Maria's hands caressed the fine black denier covering her legs. She raised her stilettoed feet and stepped out of her dress. She rocked slightly as the dark tresses tickled her navel, a probing tongue snaked over her thighs. The thrill shot into her spine like a thunderbolt. She teetered, seeing stars appear amid the shadows as briefly she fought for control. Her senses were reeling with the pleasure. If Jack didn't take Maria she would. Shame him into the bargain. Until tonight she had never considered the comfort of another woman, the soft sensuous delight.

The candle heat seemed like a furnace. Amy watched the silhouette of she and Maria playing upon the wall. She watched the two bodies ebb and flow. Felt the rhythm of passion flow through her. Then the chant started. Amy regained control. Resumed her power over the two bodies.

'Jack. Jack. Jack.' They chanted as her husband rose to his feet. He slipped out of his pants. His phallus a shadowy prow bobbing before him as he advanced , circling Amy and Maria with a low animal prowl. Openly he stared at the two passion locked bodies. Amy did not need to speak, to offer Maria's body. His shoulders had broadened, his face set firm. This was the Jack Amy loved. The man, the hunter, the beast. His lips were already parted, looking for flesh on which to feast. Flesh to satiate his lust.

Amy positioned Maria onto the centre table with her thighs supported, her limbs dangling freely. She laid her down onto her back, her hair billowing black in luxurious swirls across the brilliant white cloth. Amy kissed the tanned face. Her lips pulling gently at the lush mouth. Her hands stroked the swelling contours of Maria's breasts. Her fingers straying beneath the pink covering, teasing the hidden nipples stiff and erect. Easing herself onto the cloth to sit at Maria's head, Amy bent forward, dangling her breasts over the succulent mouth. Maria raised her head capturing the proffered breast. Amy felt the tingle pass through her body as Maria's tongue lapped at her swelling nipple. Amy raised herself before offering her other breast to the welcoming mouth. Maria's arms came up to capture her. Amy held them softly pinning them back against the table. Maria was now the captive prize to be used on the table.

Jack positioned himself between Maria's legs. He parted them with the palms of his hand. Pushing up along her thighs he forced the black skirt up to her waist. His phallus nudged against her thigh as he fingered the elastic of her pastel pink knickers. His hands spread out across the surface of the fabric. Soothing, smoothing, her lower abdomen, till his thumbs rested over the head of her vagina. His thumbs slid down each side of her crevice. Rubbing the concealed lips. He plucked a stray hair, poking out from under her pink knickers. Amy felt Maria buck. Heard the gasp. Noted the writhe of pleasure following.

Jack's face fell onto Maria's belly. His shoulders flexing whilst he continued to rub her covered sex. Amy saw the prickles of hair standing tall on his neck. His closely cropped head swept in sweeping motions across their captives body. He moved up towards her breasts his hands sliding out from between her legs. He gripped the tanned body below the breasts sinking his face into the valley of the cleavage. As a reptile gathering food, he flicked his tongue into every crevice between flesh and bra. 




After Dinner Treat



Amy watched his hands drag the bra from Maria's breasts, helped him pull the straps down the shoulders. Their hands touched. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. It was like kissing the head of the dragon. His lips and tongue were fire. Fires of passion, scalding her mouth, tempering her breasts, turning her belly to a molten furnace. Their bond of faith was sealed with Maria. Inextricably linked till each were satiated. Their lips parted. Jack kissed both of Amy's breasts, bestowing their touch onto Maria's extended nipples as he returned his lips to them. 

Maria fought against the pleasure. Trying briefly to break free from Amy's grasp. The tussle heightened Amy's sense of control. The excitement passing to her sex. She felt it blossoming against the thin gusset of her pants. Felt the warmth spreading through her belly. The heat following was not of her doing, but the mouth of the captive Maria. The extended tongue invaded her thighs, capturing the edge of her heated sex. Lips burrowed deeper into the black lace. Maria arched on her elbows, as Amy's hips ground against the ravenous lips.

Accepting the attention of Maria's hungry mouth, Amy dipped her weight over the pinnioned shoulders. She felt the additional excitement as she realised her audience was admiring the spread of her buttocks. She exaggerated her display of wantonness as she gradually crept down the prone torso. Her bottom raised provocatively like a female cat in heat. Having exposed and toyed with Maria's breasts Jack had slithered between her legs. Each touch and lap of his probing tongue, being replicated by Maria's mouth locked to Amy's swaying sex. Amy rubbed her breasts over the prone torso. Her nipples dragging along the silky flesh. She brought her face close to where Jack's mouth lapped inside Maria's panties. Her tongue caressed the already flattened abdomen. She felt her captive press against her. Maria's breasts pressing against her belly.

'Show her to me Jack. Show me your special gift.'

Jack raised his head. Maria's juices dampening his chin. His eyes were wild. Filled with the passion. Amy kissed him tasting the musk of their love captive. His hand pulled down the front of the panties. Whilst his fingers continued to play between the spread labia lips. The coarse hair almost as luxuriant as Maria's head appeared. Then the pink of her swollen labia lips. Amy rubbed her face into the coarse hair, smelling the captured heat. Jack's fingers continued to toy with Maria's clitoris rolling it with the rhythm of her hips. Amy licked Maria's love juice from his hand. Drawing each finger in turn into her mouth.

'Take her pretty panties off Jack. I want to see her cunt spread at the mercy of your mouth.'

She felt Maria's acceptance as she wriggled to assist the removal of the flimsy garment. She felt the joyous shudder as Jack parted her willing thighs. The furious bucking between her legs as Maria tried to enter further into Amy's own spreading furrow. Jack rolled back the lips to Maria's sex, displaying her inner secrets. His mouth enveloped her captive centre, Maria began to thrash and writhe her yipping gasps filling the shadows like the flickering candle flame. 

Amy lifted herself off the bucking torso. Settled back above Maria's head. Her hands cupped the swaying breasts. Rolled them within her hands.

'Fuck her with your mouth Jack. Fuck her till she comes. Take her. Take her Jack. She's yours now take her.' Amy was trembling with excitement. She could barely control the shaking. Every touch, every stroke of Jack's tongue, she felt through the image of Maria's body. She felt a void a vacuum within. She was hungry to orgasm herself. She had removed herself from Maria's mouth. She would wait for the spectacle then begin again.

With her hands she urged Maria's climax. Stroking her breasts, her hair, her face. When she knew Maria had reached the zenith, she showered the twisted features, with gentle delicate kisses, as Maria gasped her final sigh. Amy released her from her grip. Amy moved to pull away. But found herself locked in Maria's passionate grasp. The hands that had twisted and grappled with hers, now held her, whilst Maria's hot lips sucked and tore at her breast. A searing trail chased down her torso, as Maria kissed and licked at her abdomen.

Thrown across the table Amy's knickers were dragged down her thighs leaving her sex exposed. Flaring wide the sticky mucus dripped down her inner thigh. She thought of her friends watching her. Staring at her nudity. She looked across, they were already wrapped in an intimacy of their own. Inhibitions discarded, clothes were parted, flesh exposed, as a communal masturbation took place, each aiding the other to fulfilment as they continued enjoying the show. Maria's tongue burrowed deep within Amy. Maria sitting up on all fours, her skirt still wrapped up around her waist lewdly displayed the round of her rump and the rear view of her parted lips. 

'Fuck me Jack. Fuck me with your cock. Whilst I take your marital whore.' Maria commanded darkly as she spread Amy's pleading sex.

Amy did not resist the gorgeous pressure. She spread herself wide pulling Maria in. She ran her fingers through the folds of hair. Guiding the mouth as it slowly drained her. She felt the shudder of Jack's slow entry. Felt his hips begin to grind. She felt the movement of his shaft expressed through Maria's probing tongue. Amy drew her legs back, her knees resting against her chest. She pulled Maria closer to her, so that she became the bottom layer in this sexual sandwich. Now she could feel the full power of Jack, feel his strength powering threw Maria's head. 

Maria's excitement grew, with it the urgency for Amy's body. Fingers supplemented her tongue, filling and massaging her vagina. Three fingers entered Amy's sex, she felt another working around the rim of her anus. Delicious sensations tripped over her body, possessing her, flexing her, making her moan and cry her delight. She was coming. She could feel it building, wave after wave, stacking waiting for the final crest to roll, the roar that would rush through her body and out of her mouth. She knew their climax would combine. She could sense the tension the enlarging of Jack's cock. She knew the swelling, felt it filling Maria's sex, just as the fingers were filling her own. Stars and meteors exploded across the ceiling. A volcano seared her womb. She heard her scream fill the room. Heard the echoing moans and groan, as one after the other the trio climax, wave after blissful wave. They fell into a hot heavy silence sprawled across the white linen cloth, stained with the excess of their passion.

She looked to her audience at first agog. Amy felt the comfort of their hands draw her in. Felt them swallow her in a communion of love, as body after body combined. Soon they were one group exchanging passion, touches, kisses, caresses, individual moments of deep intimate warmth. She lay back watching the flickering shadows on the ceiling. Hugging the guests as they drifted into the night. This was just the start for her and Jack. She knew the touch when it came. She felt the craving for her attention. She knew the lips seeking out her mouth. He had found her at last. She knew she would not fall out of his sight. They had ended the hostilities. This night wasn't over yet. He had had his fun. Now it would be Amy's turn.



After Dinner Treat



All through dinner, I couldn't stop glancing her way. Maybe it was the dress, that tight-fitting gold dress that did not hide a single thing, only serving as a covering layer for everything just beneath its clinging fabric.

She was sitting with her husband at a table, diagonal to where I was having a quiet dinner with my wife. Perhaps she was not aware of what she was doing, but I certainly was, keeping my eyes open to catch even a hint of what lay at the top of her silk covered legs. Each time that she moved around in her chair, I would get a quick glimpse of darkness that was not a shadow.

She had short, dark hair. Was that what I kept catching sight of, more of that dark hair? Or perhaps it was a dark thong that I was seeing, all too briefly visible, only to once again vanish from view.

Their table was under a vent. I could tell that by the way that her nipples remained hardened, stiff and proud, making unmistakable bumps in the front of her dress. All through dinner they stood out, visible to anyone who cared to look her way. And still her legs could not seem to stop moving, under the table. Tantalizing glimpses.

All through their dinner, followed by dessert and coffee, I watched her, talking in earnest to her husband, laughing at his jokes, lovingly touching his hands, his arm, his face.

And watching me, just as intently as I was watching her.

We were both being oh, so sly about it all. No one else in the restaurant could possibly have known, that we had both been sneaking glances the other's way. Well, not quite no one.

Angela noticed. And she looked too.

Not like I was looking though. Angela knows my habits, she knows my needs, and she puts up with them. So, when she had to use the "powder room", she made sure to walk right past the next table, both leaving and returning. When she sat down again, her only words were "Really? That one? She's our age."

I nodded, replying "That one."

"But there are so many younger women here." she said. "Look. Over there. See the blonde?"

And I had seen the blonde. In fact, I had seen just about every woman in the restaurant, including the blonde.

"She's too young, and too obvious." I said. "And her tits are too fake. You know how much I hate that." She nodded. "Besides," I added, "her boyfriend wouldn't go for it."

"And when has that ever stopped you before?" Angela asked. "You just offer me up to them, and that usually gets them over it."

"Maybe so." I told her. "But you're not that interested tonight, which is all right with me."

"And how do you know that?" she asked, indignantly.

"Admit it." I said. "You would rather just take a hot bath with a book tonight." "Am I wrong?"

"No." She finally said. "You're not wrong. It just scares me sometimes, how well you know me."

"This one kind of looks like your sister."

"You are NOT fucking my sister." was her quick reply.

"You could have Stanley."

"Oh. Yippee." was her sarcastic reply. "From a man who needs variety to one who doesn't know what the word means." Then she repeated, "You are not fucking my sister."

"OK." I said back. "Some day."

"No, NOT some day." She said. "Just forget about my sister."

"If you say so."

"I say so."

The couple had left while we were talking, but I wasn't too worried. I had seen her looking at me as she leaned over and talked to her husband, the tops of her breasts presented as much for me as for him when she did this. I had also seen her pull a small piece of green paper from her purse and hand it to him when he reached for his pen. Giving more than just the tip to their waiter.

And I was proven right, less than ten minutes later, when that same waiter brought us our bill. Tucked underneath it was an extra piece of paper. Green paper. It said very little, only three lines. "Cabin 22", "30 minutes", and below it all, "Sue". I paid the bill, then walked Angela through the dark path back to our cabin.

We stood outside of our door, and I hugged my wife tightly to me. "You know that I love you." I said to her, feeling the crush of her soft breasts against my chest, tasting her lips with my own.

Angela reached down inside of my pants, grabbing hold of my hard cock. "I know that you love me." she parroted my own words back to me. "And I know that this belongs to me."

She gave my cock a few squeezes, then withdrew her hand and opened our cabin door. Just before she closed the door once again, her face showed through the opening. "Go fuck her brains out." she said. "Then come back and do mine too."

The door clicked quietly closed behind me as I went off to find cabin 22.

It was one of the better cabins, one of the ones that had a private deck overlooking the lake. Reaching up to knock on the door, I found it already open, a faint line of light just visible around its edge. Pushing the door open, I could see that the inside of this particular cabin was nicer than some as well.

Sitting in a chair by the door was the husband. He raised a glass of amber liquid as I entered his cabin, their cabin, without knocking, then tilted his head towards a second door. Their bedroom door. Because he had said nothing, neither did I as I walked over and opened the second door. The room was soft light and shadows, and of course, the bed. Sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, was the wife, still wearing that skin tight gold dress. We would be taking care of that soon enough.

She held a single red rose, and petals from more red roses were scattered across the surface of the bedspread. Like her husband, she said nothing to me, simply leaning back onto the bed and resting her body on her elbows, watching me. I left the door open, so that he could watch, then crossed over to the side of the bed, kneeling down in front of her.

Silently, I ran my hands up her legs, feeling the smooth silky fabric under my moving fingers. I rubbed along the entire length of those legs, sliding my hands under her skirt, hearing no protests. She lay down then, lifting her ass off of the bed so that I could touch its flesh, could cup it in my hands, which now slid back and forth instead of up and down along her exposed legs.

My hands explored her, venturing ever closer to the places she had been hinting at in the restaurant, those dark, secret areas that were hers to protect, or to reveal. I found the answer to my question there, she was wearing a black thong. It covered much, but not all of her secrets. My hands continued to wander inside of the skirt, now on the outside of her thighs, now on the inside.

Brushing across the surface of fabric that barely covered her, feeling its wetness. Her juices had soaked through its single layer, betraying her inner desires to a man that she did not know and had never even talked to. As my hands continued their travels, my fingers sliding under the edge of the simple fabric, a slow sigh escaping her lips. I could feel the heat rising from beneath my hands as I lowered my mouth for a taste of her.

Along the outer edge of where her legs met, I could taste the saltiness of her sweat. She moaned softly as my tongue followed this trail, reaching all around the tops of her legs, brushing, ever so slightly, against more tender regions. As I licked her skin, I gripped her cheeks firmly in my hands, lifting her up to meet my tongue.

There was a hint of something else along that edge as well, something that I recognized, something that I would be adding more of myself a little later. It was a gift that the husband had left for me to find, probably doing so while waiting for my arrival.

No matter, I had tasted that before.

On the surface of the thong, I could taste her juices as well, my tongue gliding across, then just under the thin layer of fabric. More than this however, I would save for a later.

Still wordless, I began moving my hands farther up now, continuing my explorations of this new wilderness. Sliding them over the gold fabric, across her sides, feeling the tiny speed bumps of her ribs as they traveled slowly but ever so surely upward. I caressed her side, her back, reaching up behind her, to the tops of her shoulders, then going over and coming back down her front side.

Those nipples, which had been small, hard, marbles against the dress earlier, had contracted even more, giving my lips, my tongue, my teeth, two targets to aim for. Gathering her small breasts inside of my palms, I lowered my head and gave these small points attention, lightly biting one, then brushing my tongue across the dress material covering them.

She reached down with both of her hands to her stomach, and as she lifted her hands back up, I found out that the dress was actually two pieces, the top slowly sliding its way upward below my chin. When the fabric reached my face I lifted my head, allowing it to continue upward, exposing her small but full breasts to me directly.

I continued to suck on these, rubbing both in my hands, as her top came completely off.

Besides the roses, I had noticed some other objects on the bed, and I picked one of these up now, bringing it up to my nose to smell, then slowly licking along its length. I turned to face the husband now, indicating with a jerk of my head that I wanted him to come into the room, to do more than just watch.

He had been sitting out in the other room, nursing his drink, holding his stiff cock in his hand. He started to push that inside of his pants, but I shook my head no, that I wanted him just as he was. His cock pointed straight out in front of him as he walked into the bedroom, as I made a downward motion with my hand, telling him to kneel down beside the bed so that his face would be nearer his wife's exposed thighs.

The device that I had picked up, which I now placed in his trembling hands was a two-headed vibrating cock. Switching it on, I guided his hand with mine, moving it up, high between his wife's thighs, stopping only when it met the thin fabric still covering her wetness.

I slid a finger under the thong now for the first time, feeling her lips beneath the fabric and the vibrating device above. I ran that finger along the edge of his target, defining its boundaries to my satisfaction, before using my other hand to narrow the strip of fabric to a single string, which slid easily down into the deep crevice between her swollen wet lips.

Moving his hand, I replaced my slow, tracing finger with his buzzing artificial one. Showing him that I wanted him to continue massaging her outer lips, just those, with the device that he held in his hand. While he did this, I moved my face in once again, this time moving it between the thin line of fabric and the fleshy outer lips feeling his motions. Sucking first one, then the other of those fleshy lips deeply into my waiting mouth, licking and nibbling them while holding them captive.

The fabric was inside of her now, pulled tightly between each of her lips as I had worked those around in my mouth. It covered only two things, that small nub of sensitive flesh, and her dark, wet, tunnel. I clamped the first between my teeth, encased inside of fabric, and gently bit down on it, sawing my teeth from side to side as I did so.

She jumped then, in sudden surprise at this new feeling that filled her, not quite one of pain. I bit just a little harder, and she cried out. I moved the husband's hand a little to the left, so that the buzzing object was perched on the thin line of fabric as well. One push from his hand would cause it to slide past her thong and sink into her. My teeth still lightly clamped on her clit, my tongue strumming the engorged nub, I watched his hand waver just inches away, as he thought about doing just that.

He made his decision at last, plunging the pulsing tube deep within her. This was what I had been waiting for, I bit down hard, giving her too many sensations to process at one time. All of the attention centered in such a small area caused her to have a quick, first orgasm, her long cry easily audible to me, even over the buzzing of the vibrator so close to my ears.

His job was done for now. I reached up, pulling his hand from device, moving my body in between he and his still spasming wife, dismissing him for now. Instead of returning to his chair in the other room, he heavily sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall for support. His hand returned to its earlier activity, stroking its way up and down his cock.

With the humming toy still deeply buried in her cunt, I at last pulled the thong off of her hips, slowly sliding the soaking wet garment over their silky surfaces. After removing it, I tossed it to her husband. Something to keep him occupied for now.

I reached down, pulling her knees together, then placed my left arm behind them. Pushing upward with that arm, I raised both legs off of the floor, continuing upward until her wet cunt returned to my view, her lips holding tightly to the rough edges of the vibrator. I continued my upward push of her legs with my left, until her knees came to a stop against her chest. I moved one of her hands to hold a leg, she followed my example with the other.

The upward movement had spread out those lips, so that they were now pulled to each side. Reaching out and grasping the shaft with my right hand, I brought my face in close once again, beginning to lick and suck on her lips, while beginning to rock the humming cock in and out of the wet hole between them.

Her juices were beginning to pour out of that hole, running down across her tiny puckered opening below, only to continue downward until soaking into the bed. I captured some of those juices, my tongue traveling their entire path, pausing to gently probe its way into her second hole. Closed up tight, at least for now. No problem, we might visit here later.

As I continued sliding the rough, vibrating, artificial cock into her depths, her breath became more rapid and ragged. Pushing harder with each thrust of my wrist, I began using the thumb of my other hand to push on her clit, rubbing across it, pressing it into the bone behind. Harder and faster I worked the toy, until she reached her second orgasm, this one much bigger and lasting much longer than the first. Her hole remained wide open as I pulled the fake cock out, and pressed my face into her, lapping up her juices, plunging my tongue deep, then slowly back across the sensitive top edge.

I kept this up, until the opened lips came together once again, until the bucking of her hips stopped, then I began sliding my body up across hers, pulling her legs to each side now, once again exposing her breasts to my view and to my touch, opening up her hole at the same time.

Once her breathing had returned to normal, she looked down along her exposed body at me, only now noticing that while she was practically naked and very exposed, I was still completely dressed. She looked at this, then at me with a question in her eyes. Tilting my head as I carefully watched her face, I reached up, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, then taking it off. Her look told me that this was not what she had in mind, her glance down at my hips told me what had.

Hubby wasn't doing anything important, so first I, then she looked back at him. He looked at the two of us, wondering what we wanted, and his wife spoke, for the first time since I had arrived. "Take his pants off, then guide his cock into me." He opened his mouth to say something, looked again at the expression on her face, finally getting up to do what she had asked. 

As he fumbled with my belt, I bent down over her, my hands moving across her full breasts, my lips nuzzling her throat, her full mouth. It was a hot night, and the more I had worked her up, the sweatier she became, until now her tits were shiny and slick. She watched very closely as he drew down my pants, finding out first hand that I wore nothing beneath them. My cock is not huge, but it was larger than his, and her eyes admired it as it came into view. As I stepped out of first one leg, then the other, I also moved in closer to her, so that my cock was now lying against her belly.

Hubby began to return to his wall, but once again she gave him a look, stopping him cold. Tilting her head, looking at my stiff cock, raising an eyebrow, she got her point across. Sighing, he moved up beside me, reached in, and grabbed hold of my shaft. With a once again trembling hand, he moved the tip so that its tip was just inside of her wet lips, lined up with her waiting hole. I stood perfectly still after he had done this, as she once more gave him a meaningful glance.

A look of pleading came across his face, she only returned his gaze. Finally, he raised his hand, placing it upon my back, then gave me a push, moving the head of my cock past her lips and up into her cunt.

This was what I had been waiting for. I shot hubby a glance as I began to glide in and out of his wife. He was now free to sit down.

Still standing with my feet flat on the floor, I slowly increased my speed and power, beginning to drive myself into her enough to push her across the bed. Grabbing her arms, I pulled her back towards me, hanging her ass just over the side of the bed. Once that was done, I grabbed her by the legs, pushing those back against her chest once again. She still wore the high-heeled sandals from the restaurant, her legs were still covered by silk, the now crumpled gold skirt was bunched up around her waist.

For the first time, she began to talk to me. "Oh fuck!" "Drive it home!" "Slam it in, make me feel you!" Her breathing became loud, and harsh, as I continued on, pounding myself into her again and again.

"Get over here!" she shouted to her husband. "Put your hands around his cock, around my cunt!" "Feel what I feel, as he services me!" "This is how I want you to fuck me!"

And he did come over. I could feel his hands, as they closed around me, over her quivering thighs. I could feel his fingers, as they encircled my shaft, as they moved up to her clit, stroking it each time that it was pulled back out of her hole by my pounding cock. His face moved up close, watching intently as I sank deeply into his woman, again and again.

Her cries rose in volume and tone as I continued to force myself into her, until I felt her begin to shudder again, cumming on my cock this time, flooding her husband's face with her juices. I slowed then, back down to a gradual swaying motion, an easy in and out, waiting for her to come down from her jerking, gasping, orgasm.

When she did, I spoke to him for the first time. "Lie down on the bed, with your feet on the pillows." He looked at me questioningly, then he did just that. Then I spoke to her for the first time. "Move over and suck on his cock. Let him eat your soggy cunt." She did not even ask, following my instructions exactly.

I watched the two of them pleasing one another, as I was sure they had done before. He ate her out with gusto, no doubt thinking that he was tasting my cum dripping out of her sodden hole. But I knew that it was not mine, if he was tasting cum it had been his own.

As I watched his tongue snake out, licking the junction where I had so recently been within his wife's, body, I got up on the bed behind her. Soon he was licking the junction where once again his wife ended, and I began. Tasting her juices as they were pushed out of her wet hole by my cock. I couldn't sink in as deeply as before, he was in the way, but I could get in far enough, once again working my way in and out of her dripping snatch.

And still he licked her, licked me, catching as much of her juices as he could, the excess spilling out and over his face. Even as I grabbed her hips in my hands, holding her still while I sunk into her, he licked. When I raised her hips up to meet my cock better, he still tried to stretch up and lick her cunt, finally having to satisfy himself with a close up view of my cock as it repeatedly slid into her depths.




After Dinner Treat



I tempered my motions this time, no longer slamming into her, instead controlling where along her channel my cock slid. For several minutes, I continued my journey, once in a while feeling his tongue against my flesh as his wife began to tire, began to sink back down towards his face. Each time, I forced her hips back up, pulling her back out of his reach, to a place where he could only watch his wife getting fucked by a stranger inches away from his face, hear her tired cries as she experienced the sensations I was giving her.

It was my turn at last, I felt the pressure building up inside of my balls, inside of my groin. With a final push, I buried myself deep within her one last time, shooting my foreign seed into her, releasing my hands from her hips and allowing her to support herself once again.

Her exhausted body sank down, the lips of her cunt once again touching his open mouth, and I pulled out. Her well-fucked hole once again wide open, my load came rushing out, pouring into his waiting mouth, spilling across his face in a white, milky gush.

I watched them, still locked together and sucking each other, as I got dressed. Saw his tongue performing a deep cleaning on her fuck-reddened hole.

They were still locked together as I quietly closed the front door to their cabin, and headed out to service my own waiting wife.



After Dinner Treat



It happened in the town's fanciest nightspot. My husband, newly married, three months – Adrian's his name – had never brought me here before. But this was an office affair. On expenses I assume. So was different. 

What happened was different too. 

I suppose I had the opportunity right at the outset to steer things in another direction. But I didn't know that at the time, so didn't take it. So things ended up ... well, a little embarrassing I suppose.

After traipsing carefully down the wide stairs to the basement night sport in my three inch heels, having already had wine with dinner, we processed around the dance floor in a long important-looking office crocodile of people, making for a thickly-upholstered horse-shoe-shaped banquette before an oval table for dining – though I don't think they served food so late, besides we'd eaten already – that the Chairman had reserved for our party. 

'One for the road,' Adrian's Chairman had suggested as we left the restaurant. 

The others had agreed. Of course. 

He was the Chairman. 

So we'd all come here.

How I ended up in the middle, between the Chairman and Brett Villiers, Head of Human Resources, I'm not sure. But thinking back on it now I suppose it was the Chairman himself who steered me into the horseshoe ahead of himself. Villiers – I'm guessing here – probably knew of his Chairman's little idiosyncrasies where pretty newly-weds of junior staff were concerned, so made sure he was heading round the other side. Boxing me in, as it were. Regardless of how it happened, and whether it was deliberate or not, it happened. So there I sat, hemmed in, like the filling in a sandwich, with the hem of my little yellow dress hiked pretty far up my thighs.

I could of course blame Adrian. It was he after all who told me to dress as I did. Who told me to look as 'sexy as a honey pot on heat' as he rather vulgarly put it. Who had me model the little yellow cocktail dress with and without panties, with and without bra, to see what turned him on most. The thinking being, as he explained, cupping my pussy and making me squirm in the mirror of our bedroom when we were meant to be getting ready for the evening, that if it turned him on, then it would turn these older guys on 'something terrible'. Adrian believes, I think, that if they admire his wife of three months, then they'll admire him. Who knows if he's right? 

Not me. 

Adrian ended up on one of the ends of the horseshoe, diagonally across the table from where I sat. 

Then he started telling one of his jokes.

They are never good. But this was worse than never.

It was half way through the joke's set-up that I felt the hand on my knee beneath the table. It is here, on sober reflection, at a later date, when things didn't all become so heated, that I had the opportunity to put a stop to what followed. But I didn't take it. I decided to leave the hand where it was. There were a couple of reasons for this. First, it took me by surprise. This was the Chairman's hand. At this stage in my upbringing I believed Chairmen were fine upstanding gentlemen, despite what you read in the tabloids about all these bankers. Added to which he – in fact we – were in a public place, surrounded by his staff and a scattering of wives. Well, three wives, including me. Second, I wasn't sure what was the right thing to do. I mean, if your husband's Chairman decides to put a hand on your knee, is it merely to indicate he wants to talk to you? Say something? Impart a confidence? Or might he have mistaken your knee for his own? I really didn't know. I could have shot him a covert glance to see if he had, perhaps, some confidence he wished to impart. But I didn't do that either. 

I sort of ... froze.

Adrian's jokes tend to be very long-winded. This one, about the coyote that got run over by a ten ton trailer rig that swerved around a traffic island to avoid an old woman with a cat – see what I mean about shaggy – was a long mother of a joke. We had been introduced to the coyote, Jimmy something-or-other. I had done nothing about the hand on my knee. Then I felt the Boss's calf against my own. Again, and largely for the same sort of reasons, I did nothing. I left my high heeled pump where it was, my knee where it was, and the calf of my leg where it was, which now, was hard against the Chairman. 

Both of us stayed as we were. 

Both of our eyes were on Adrian. My fingers were round the stem of the glass before me on the table. A crème de menthe and brandy, or something. The Chairman's left hand was on the table. His right was beneath the table, on my knee. It seemed to me that we were both pretending nothing was happening, but wondering what would come next. It was certainly what I was doing.

"So there's this ten ton trailer rig ..." the joke goes, Adrian's eyes sweeping brightly round the table, making sure everyone's engrossed. But the only thing engrossing me right then was his Chairman's hand, now travelling up my left leg with the fingertips caressing the inside of my thigh. Something in me said that the hand would wander up my leg a bit, get the idea of how soft the skin was, perhaps, at the top of my thigh-high stocking's self-clinging tops, then return home. Mission accomplished, or something. But then I felt the fingers on the sensitive skin near the inside of the top of my leg and realised that to get there they must have eased my already high hem up another inch or two. It was then that I started to suspect the quick-look-and-then-off hypothesis, probably wasn't going to happen. The caress was too hungry for a start. 

The fingers dipped further between my legs. As if they wanted to check to see if the lower curve of my leg was as round and smooth as the curve at the top? Perhaps. Who knows what goes through men's minds when they find the upper regions of an acquiescent woman's leg beneath their fingertips? For that's what I seemed to have become. Acquiescent. Acquiescent, but hardly uninvolved. It was, after all, my leg. 

"At eighty miles an hour ..." my young husband, out at the end of the horse-shoe, droned on, as his equally young wife, firmly in the middle, felt his Chairman's fingers make a light pass over her pussy, to find the soft little morsel draped in silk. Adrian had chosen a pair of skin tone panties to go with my dress. It matched the bra I had insisted on wearing. He had suggested I do without underwear, but I'd I told him to take a hike. The finger made another pass, checking geography.

Perhaps I might have stopped him here? Stopped him on the basis that, as he was the Chairman, I had given him certain leeway that would not normally be given ... to most, well, other men. Other, shall we say, less important men. Specifically, in terms of how long I had permitted his hand to remain on my leg ... unobjected-to, as it were. But now that we were into the torso region, it was only to be expected that a well brought-up young lady, married-as-well I might add, would have to – regretfully, even – draw the line. But I didn't draw the line. 

I didn't draw anything. Other than a slightly muted breath. Part of the reason for this, was to do with where we were. And the company we were with. And the importance of the occasion to Adrian's career. And consequently my quality of life, I suppose – although I'm sure that was of secondary importance at the time. But another part was, that I didn't know how to properly bring it to an end. Other than reach down and catch his hand, or wrist, or forearm, and pull it away. But what if he didn't want it to be pulled away? We could end up in a tasteless wrestling match.

Besides, would the other men around the table be particularly concerned if all their Chairman had done was touch young Adrian's wife? Would it really be considered a matter of such importance that I ruin the evening for everyone else? For I might, if the wrestling got really unpleasant. Or even spilt a drink. 

Men never like it when that happens. Especially if it's theirs. 

I might spill the Chairman's drink. Then where would we be? 

Another consideration, of course, was the fact that most men consider me ... well, pretty ... sexy. 'Dishy' is an adjective often used. As is 'hot'. So most of them, I remember thinking at the time, would probably themselves be thinking at the time, if they were in the Chairman's shoes, sitting where the Chairman was, with Adrian's rather dishy wife displaying as much leg as I happened to be displaying right then – and so handily placed – that they might be tempted to feel it as well. So I left the fingers where they were, between my legs, starting to toy with the silk and the softness beneath. I tried to focus on the stupid joke. 

"On highway ninety-three..."

Who cared about highway ninety-three, I wondered, as for reasons I even now can't entirely explain, I let my knees drift apart. I didn't even find it in me to object when the Chairman's hand went between my legs and started to fondle. Seriously. 

I did not object, either, when his fingers slipped my panties aside and started to work on the skin, and the bits between, that had started to moisten alarmingly. I kept the rapt expression on my face. But I was hardly as calm inside. 

This was clearly not going to be as easy as a quick 'stroke and go'. He seemed to be set for the season. I took the corner of my lip between my teeth, and unobtrusively started to chew it.

By the time Adrian had got to the bit about the crossroads, and the coyote's changing plans, his Chairman had eased my leg over his own. It now sat apart from its pair, angled up and over his knee, the right leg still demurely on carpet. His fingers had found my clit, travelled the length and breadth and depth of my pudenda, and all it comprised, and played around, some, at the entrance to my now freely discharging vagina. 

It all became too much and I had a difficult-to-conceal, but pretty emphatic, orgasm, just as Adrian was coming to the end of his joke. The two sort of came together. The loose-limbed shudder that swept through me was thankfully masked by the polite laughter and changing of positions that usually goes with the end of a long boring joke that nobody likes but everyone is too polite to stop in case they have to tell their own joke in its place and they can't think of one to tell. I changed my position, but only to ease down further in the seat. The Chairman's hand still up my skirt, in control of my private parts, sort of prevented me moving too much. Then, I must confess to my surprise, not to mention mounting horror, the Chairman himself told a joke. 

You can imagine my discomfort. Everyone staring at his large ruddy features as under the table, not that far away from his sparkling green eyes, his broad fingers toyed with one of his employee's relative's hot and bothered pussy. He seemed to have the measure of me now, because he brought me to my second climax, this one fortunately more languid than the first, at the same time as he came to the end of his story. All of them laughed at this ending, even though I'm not sure it was meant to be a joke, though right now, with two of his fingers up my snatch, eagerly easing in and out of me, I was not really in much of a position to judge, regardless of the way I kept my expression pretty neutral throughout. At least I thought I did. I could feel I was beetroot red, of course, but then so were half the men. Them from serial booze. Me from sensual buzz.

The Technical Director was a sleazy-looking oily-haired type who had been studying me lustfully throughout the evening. I almost got the impression he knew exactly what his Chairman was doing to me beneath the table. Perhaps he did. Perhaps he wished I was next to him. He was next to dominate our after-dinner conversation. He did so with an exposition on the new machinery they were planning to introduce to the plant. By this time I had been coaxed by the Chairman, by the simple expedient of him leaning towards me, reaching for one of my hands, the one nearest him, taking it up to his lips, giving it a secretive kiss – did no-one see that? – then taking my hand below the table to his lap. I now had my fingers around an erection that was an awful lot bigger than Adrian's has ever been. Or is ever likely to be, come to that. 

Unless they invent something.

What do you do when your husband's Chairman puts his prick in your hand? Especially if his hand has just brought you to two fairly definitive orgasms? I don't know about you, but I moved my hand on him. Just as he continued to on me. And the pair of us listened to the boring long haired nerd who was Adrian's Section boss, in my case as if it were the most fascinating thing I had ever heard. 

Then I felt the Chairman lean across behind me. I leant forward to allow it without missing an up or a down on his throbbing penis. He said something to the HR boss on my right that caused them both to chuckle, as if at some private joke. This was followed, fairly quickly, by another hand. On my other leg. Had the Boss invited him to play? Did he have the power? Was it even fair? 

On me, I mean. 

But what could I do? Other than keep my attention on the sleazy nerd's exposition on machinery I knew nothing about, had no interest in, wasn't sure what it did, and probably couldn't pronounce. 

Now there were two of them had me. As their little plaything. I was fast becoming one extremely excited and aroused little girl about now. So when my other leg was taken off to the other side and hooked over the knee of yet another strange male, I'd only been introduced to both of them tonight, I guess I was fairly resigned. I didn't see I had an awful lot of choice. I had two hands between my legs. But being quite polite about it, it had to be said. There was not a lot of fighting over bits of me ... like my honey-coated clit, or vagina. One took one, the other took the other. One rotated gently while the other eased in deep and I flared my pelvis for both ... then pulsed down HARD!

I had my eyes closed. All of us had. It was some sort of séance thing that the HR Boss was taking us through, but in fact I think it was just a ploy to keep the others from seeing the state they were turning me into. All were advised to breath deeply and hard. I was doing that already. Then – which is when I started to figure they'd done this before – everyone was advised to keep their eyes closed and change places with the person on their left without standing up. I was half-way across the Chairman, my left leg stretch across his legs, my right just leaving the floor the other side, when the HR Boss shouts out. 

"Hold it there!" 

As if he's just connected with an afterlife. 

All of us froze as we were. I caught my breath, the shout so suddenly. 

Which is when I felt it. 

The Chairman's 'Little Chairman', probing at the entrance to my pussy. 

One didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure this was a move they had planned. Nor did one have to be Einstein to know that the heat radiating off the head of the not-so-Little Chairman my pussy entrance was poised on top of, should rightly, next, ease up inside me. Which it did. I eased down as willingly on it, it has to be said, as the not-so-little guy eased up into me. It seemed to go on for an age. As soon as I felt he had filled me, I found another inch to be filled, and he filled that too. 

As I sensed he found my G-Spot – he sure as heck found something – and I arched my back, and sighed – we were encouraged to sigh a lot – the pressure of the bits of him that aroused and excited the inner secret parts of me, led him to discover yet another G-Spot to titillate, converting my arousal into a sharp, yet liquid-thick electric charge. Then he was inside me to the hilt. To the full. To the mutual satisfaction of us both. I was aroused to distraction. He started to move me. Gently up and down. 

After not a lot of this kind of treatment I reached yet another orgasm with a starburst of lights and a nectar-surge of feeling, and a spine snapping arch of the back. 

This guy knew sure how to fill a girl up! 

I cried out, and felt all was done. But the boss of this unlikely séance called out sharp and loud. 

"We have made contact!" 

A nervous titter rippled round the table like an uncertain breeze. Who was convinced, I wondered – now being bounced up and down with more verve as the Chairman sought to bring himself off. I did my best to help. I kept still in his hands, I helped with the brace of my thighs and the push of my toes either side of his legs. I let him fondle my breasts as he moved me into his embrace, then eased me up, then let me arch my back and stretch away, moving him inside me all the while ... until I felt him start to come like a steam train. 

"Give the gods a bellow!" yelled HR.

All at the table gave a bellow and a roar. Some of them beating on the surface with their bottles or a glass. The Chairman's was the best of all the roars for as he gave forth cupping my breasts as he did, jammed up inside me as far as he could go, I felt him erupt. It went on for a minute at least. Pumping and thrusting and throbbing inside. So bad it was, the effect so intense, I came myself, again, with a gasp and a groan like a punctured balloon. 

"Resume earlier positions," said the HR boss, when the pair on his left were all done, "smooth your auras all around," he encouraged, obtusely. We did as he said. In my case more smoothing and straightening my dress, and removing all evidence of mauling.  

Then we all opened our eyes. 

I don't know if anyone looked at me. I certainly didn't at them. Just gazed at my strange green drink, my fingers round the stem of the glass, and lifted it up to my lips. 

And drank. 

"We should be going, I think," I heard my husband say.

"So early, don't," came the voice of the HR Boss as his hand slithered back between my legs. To examine the carnage and damage, no doubt. 

But I'd had about as much as I could take.

So eased my hips away, and crossed my legs.

"I have an early start," I said, turning to the Chairman. "Thank you for a lovely evening." I held out my hand for him to shake. He took it to his mouth, and kissing the back of my fingers lightly, he replied,

"A pleasure, Mrs Fleming. We must do this again sometime soon." 

And then they let me leave. 

But as I stepped over the laps of the men I had to pass, for they chose to let me climb from my position, every one of them surreptitiously put a hand up my skirt, and explored the Chairman's lair, and to my chagrin and shame I paused as each did, and pulsed at every one.



After Dinner Treat



When I was sitting in Margot Robbie's living room, waiting for her to come right back like she promised, I didn't expect her to walk back in without any clothes on. Maybe I should have.

Given how flirty we were over dinner, how she gave me these little looks and smirks that made me melt - ironic, given how parts of me did the opposite of melting - how romantic the mood had been and how she took me back to her LA home in the first place, I should have expected something like this. 

I expected something when she said she'd be back with an "after dinner treat." But not this. Maybe I was thrown off by wondering why she didn't just say dessert.

I suppose I figured since she already emerged naked for a salivating man in 'The Wolf of Wall Street' she wouldn't want to repeat that move. But in that case, she actually did wear stockings and heels and nothing else in that particular moment, and she didn't come down a flight of stairs. In this case, she came down the steps wearing nothing.

So there is some originality left in people associated with Hollywood. Maybe since she's just started to break out in Hollywood and she's actually Australian, she hasn't felt the need to coast yet. Another reason why I'm here at just the right time.

At this particular time, I get onto my feet and feel ready to take Margot off of hers. But when I rush over to her, she puts her hand up to stop me right in front of her.

I'm a little confused and still all too close to bursting - yet she then gives one of her sexy smirk and raises up her sultry, piercing blue eyes, and I want to fall at her feet. Or at the least, just do whatever she says. So with that, she tells me to follow her and I obey without question.

I follow her up the stairs, trailing behind her naked, peachy behind and long, bare back and legs. She doesn't look back, so if she feels me ogling her, she doesn't mind or doesn't comment. Either way, I keep following her in about a half trance, until she leads me into her bedroom.

When she gets to the bed, she sits down on the edge and has me stand in front of her. After pointing out how overdressed I am, I make sure to quickly correct her. She doesn't stop me from taking off my suit, tie, shirt, shoes and pants, but stops me when I'm left in nothing but my boxers.

Although they are hiding my privates, they aren't really hiding what they look like at this point. The bulge is all too clear to Margot - clear enough for her to lean forward and kiss the engorged shape. Before I am inspired enough to expose it, however, she reaches her arm up to my neck and makes me bend down - so that she can kiss something else of mine.

Not long after our lips met, Margot finished pulling me into her bed. I actually recovered enough to roll onto my back, leaving her on top of me. Now I had more than enough room to actually touch her, instead of just imagining it all night and trying to hide the evidence.

Margot just kept kissing me and sliding her tongue in and out of my mouth, while my hands slowly slid down her back despite my impatience. It was worth it when I finally reached her ass, then started to creep down lower.

I assumed that in her state and with her eager tongue work, I could be just as eager with my fingers. I dated to find out when my right index finger brushed her lower lips. When her upper lips parted from mine, I thought for a moment I misread things - although this would be the misreading of all time.

Fortunately, Margot showed me she merely broke away so she could kiss me lower. Her facial lips trailed down my neck, while I started teasing the outside of her pussy lips. However, the lower she got down my upper body, the harder it was for me to hold onto her lower one.

When I had to remove my hands from her ass and pussy, I was about to make a note of it. But then Margot kissed my left nipple and looked right at me as she did it. Without needing a word or a note, she hypnotized me into silence again.

If she wanted to kiss me instead of letting me finger her, I suppose I couldn't stop her. The notion that I could became even more foolish when she kissed across my chest and soon reached my right nipple. From then on, I was helpless - and hardly willing to mind.

Margot's lips dragged down my chest, all as she smiled against my body and took my breath away with her seductive, hungry eyes. She briefly broke from my gaze as she reached my abs, then looked back up as her tongue slid down between them. She then pecked and brushed her lips against each ab, her blonde hair brushing against my stomach for good measure.

Her next move was to slowly slide her tongue up between my abs, then deeply kiss back down as her hands rested on my sides. All the while, her chest was resting on top of my boxers, and the rather unstable package still hidden underneath.

At the rate Margot was going, it would go off before she even got down there - and I started to wonder if that's what she wanted. She was getting closer and closer to success, if that was it.

My breath stayed in my throat as Margot's lips went closer to the top of my boxers. Her hands reached my hips, grabbing the sides of my boxers but not pulling them down. As it turned out, she would use her teeth to grasp the top of my undergarment, pulling it down just by an inch or two before I finally let out a series of comical exhales.

Without a comment or joke, thankfully, Margot took mercy and pulled the front of my boxers down with her hands. At last, my throbbing cock was out in the air and ready for her - regardless of how long or short it would be.

And yet Margot didn't make a move for it. At first it was relieving, since it bought me more time, but then it became more unbearable. She just started at it, as intensely as she stared at me for much of the night, which hardly kept me under control.

Before I could say anything, Margot stopped me yet again - this time by putting her tongue on the bottom of my shaft. She slowly licked up, like she did on my stomach, but stopped right below my head. She then took her tongue off, moved to her left and licked the left side of my cock the same way, followed by my right - stopping below the head each time.

I was close to babbling by then, and maybe a few babbles got out when she blew her breath over my wet, tortured shaft. But blowing me with air remained all the blowing she was doing to me.

She did grab the bottom of my cock with her right hand, but her mouth stayed back. When she brought it closer, her tongue teased my underside, yet her lips still stayed away. She then put her lips directly above my head, but still didn't slip it between them.

Finally her mouth opened wide and took my head in - but her lips didn't close around it. It stayed open and was directly breathing on me, not very far down my shaft. When her tongue went onto my slit, however, I could see and feel why.

She still wasn't suckling me, as she just tongued me and otherwise left her mouth open. When she came off, her head stayed above my shaft, as her free hand reached for mine. With the little brain power I had left, I brought my right hand to her face, as she intended for me to cup her cheek and her gorgeous face - the kind of touch she was still holding back from on me.

However, as my hand rested on her cheek and started to inch towards her hair, Margot finally brought her lips right onto the tip of my head. She gave it a brief kiss, and I didn't know why I didn't cum right there. Yet I was still throbbing, even as I felt her smile against my head, let my hand feel her dove-like skin and soft blond hair, and then felt her kiss and lightly hum on my tip again.

"Okay, I'm gonna have to cum," I gasped out, surprised I was talking instead of cumming right there.

"Don't hold back," Margot told me, without a shred of irony. And then she set the example.

After all the teasing and slow techniques, Margot finally took me right down her throat and started sucking and swallowing. I couldn't hold back thrusting my hips up, especially with my hand in her hair by then. But she just sucked harder when I did.

I could do nothing except exactly what she said - not to hold back. I took that to mean fucking her mouth - which I only did for about four thrusts until I exploded like a volcano.

Margot merely sucked and swallowed deeper, letting my cum go right down her throat. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was done holding back. She kept her mouth and throat on my erupting cock, not taking a breath although it felt like I would never stop.

She'd built me up so much already, in here and even before she took her clothes off, I was probably having the longest orgasm of my life. Yet she didn't let any of the evidence spill out of her mouth. As the last spurt came out, she finally came off me and let herself breathe clean air again.

I needed a little longer to breathe normally again myself. In the meantime, Margot recovered enough to crawl back up my body, lying right on top of me. Despite everything of mine that she swallowed, she soon kissed me and let me taste some of my own remains.

She did all that for me and she was still revved up enough to kiss me. Revved up, filled with so much of my cum trailing down her throat - and still pent up with her own, most likely. She didn't give me much of a chance to get it out of her first, as she was so...thorough on me first.

Logically, that insane orgasm should have drained me for a good long while. But thinking about everything she did, everything she was still doing and everything I owed her in return...it made me less eager to take a rest.

And it made me less eager to be such a tease on her right back. As incredible as the end result of that slow burn was...she deserved more instant gratification. We were both probably owed that much. Her most of all.

For this round, I flipped her onto her back, taking her by brief surprise. That knowing, confidence glare and smirk that wrapped me around her finger was gone, as much as I melted from it. But as I let my mouth go to work on her perky chest, I didn't look up to see what had replaced it - yet it all sounded encouraging.

After nibbling and batting her nipple around with my tongue, I did look up to see Margot as she began to gasp. I kept my eye on her as my mouth went to her right breast and my left hand went down to her pussy, picking up where I merely began before.

I wasted no time getting a finger in there, wiggling it and circling it all around inside her. I saw Margot close her eyes and slowly hiss, then heard her moan louder as I drove in deeper and sucked her breast hard at the same time. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down, her gaze turning erotic all over again.

As that built up and as I teased my thumb over her pussy, I opened my mouth and covered it over her areola. My tongue glided over her nipple just like hers had glided on my cockhead, whether she got the connection or not. Either way, she arched her chest up for a while, then focused more on driving her hips back against my fingers.

I went down to lick and nibble underneath her breast, while her pussy worked itself on my fingers. They got faster and she got more vocal, eventually moaning "Fuck me," - which sounded an extra bit hotter in her normal Australian accent than it probably would have in a fake Brooklyn one. Right timing yet again.

It was also enough to tell me that it was time to move down lower. I couldn't fuck her the way she probably wished yet, but I could use other tools than my fingers.

Taking my body down, I removed my fingers between Margot's legs and put my head in their place. I could have slowly worked her up and tormented her like she did, and it might have served her right. Then again, it hardly seemed like a fair way to thank her for all that sweet torment...

Besides, I hardly had the patience she did. And she'd used about enough of it. As I thought earlier, this was the time for instant gratification. So I used that as an excuse to dive completely in.

My tongue immediately dove into Margot's opening, triggering a loud gasp from up above. "Oh, fuck...oh, I see..." I heard Margot say in words, before she started communicating in moans and hisses again.

Those got more frequent when I let my left hand rub her thigh and brush her lips. Ultimately, I let my tongue go deeper into her and wiggle around, then quickly pulled it out and shoved a finger back in before she could recover.

At that, I watched her throw her head back on her pillow and curse as I resumed finger fucking her, then bent down to lick beside her pussy at the same time. When I added another finger, her hips grinded against me once again. It only took that much to make me hungry once more.

I removed my fingers and put both my hands on her hips, holding her down as I buried my face on her. I ate her and licked her without any abandon, moaning against her and holding on tight to her hips, then her ass when she raised it up. But while my hands roamed, my face never came off her groin.

The soothing, somewhat high pitched words of Margot served as my soundtrack. She started off with, "Oh God...oh, you dirty fucker..." then shortened it to, "Oh, God, fuck..." She stuck to a few more chants of "Fuck me," afterwards, before limiting herself to a series of moans.

She spoke again by warning, "Oh, baby, I want to cum...I want to cum...I need to cum so bad...I almost made myself cum in the bathroom before dinner...I was saving it for this..."

In that case, then...

I figured that deserved an extra hard suckle on her clit, then on each of her pussy lips. She then loudly amended her earlier warning by saying, "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum..." It was a one-word change, but it was more than enough.

Still, I had to be sure. By rubbing my mouth and face on her, groaning hard against her and then rapidly tongue fucking her, I got closer to certainty. Then when I put my left hand back on her, licked the right of her pussy, and looked up to see Margot rubbing her own nipples, I was just about sure.

But I got her to take her hand off her right breast, so I could pinch that nipple myself. After that, Margot was ready to come through on her word.

I was probably less precise in swallowing and licking her release up as she was on me. Nevertheless, I let it wash over my mouth, tongue and anywhere else it managed to land on. When it was all over, I lifted my head up at last, watching Margot quiet down and get her composure back.

I got myself out from between her legs to give her room, sitting up on my knees. In that position, Margot could see that my hard on was coming back, and it was easier for me to notice now too. But for the next minute, we kept those thoughts to ourselves.

"There is something to be said about going right in," Margot commented. "I didn't really do that earlier." She looked down at herself, then down at me, then right at me and concluded, "I suppose I have some time to make up for that now."

She had me there about having time. I couldn't just ram myself into her right after that orgasm. Not into that hole, anyway.

I got myself to sit back against the bedroom wall, giving Margot more room to get into position lying in front of me. For the second time, her head was coming right up to my little one - but this time, there was no hesitation or teasing.

She didn't really get a chance to suck and blow me before, but now she was taking me in and taking her time. She slowly bobbled up and down and let her tongue slide up and down my shaft, then actually suckled on my head. Along the way, her right hand went on my shaft and stroked what she wasn't sucking.

Since I'd already gone off, I hadn't been pent up enough to be truly on edge right now. Margot was sucking me off expertly, but not enough to get me on the brink. When she came off and licked down my shaft, it was at a regular speed, as it was when she licked back up and kissed my underside.

Margot went on to kiss the top of my head, almost like she was slowly making out with it. When she finished, I felt myself getting particularly hot and bothered again. She smirked in response, which only made me hotter.

"That's good enough. Now you can really fuck me," Margot promised. But instead of sitting up so I could, she plunged her head back down on me and bobbled faster, like before. This made her instructions a little clearer.

I carefully thrust myself up, not feeling as overwhelmed as I did the last time I fucked her this way. I could afford to do it slower and longer, which I started doing as best I could. Margot sucked on me and worked her tongue all over my shaft in the process, then came off and stroked me so I didn't have to stop pumping.

When she was ready again, she dropped back down and took my cock in, largely letting me drive it in deeper. My right hand returned to the back of her head, trying to stroke her hair more than push her head down into my lap. But as my hips went faster and her mouth and tongue took more of me in, I did wind up pushing her down a little.

Once I was mostly in, I tried to just hold her head with both hands. My fingers went into her hair while my thumbs tried to rub her cheeks, all as I tried to fuck her mouth just right. Margot came off and caught her breath, but quickly stuck her tongue out and batted my head around, then licked her lips and kissed it with a hum.

"Fuck me," Margot repeated. With that, the restraint I'd briefly had was gone all over again.

I fucked her mouth as fast and hard as I did right before I came. Now I could go a lot more than four thrusts, although it might not be by as much as I originally hoped. But I was still holding on by the time I lost count, despite the overwhelming feeling of her mouth and the overwhelming sight of her bobbling head.

Yet while my self-control was almost non-existent now, Margot had enough of her own to get off me. I even thrusted into nothing a few times before I really noticed.

"Keep it up just like that," Margot breathed out, although I didn't see how right now. That confusion was all she needed to get me to move away from the wall, so I could lie down on my back. At that moment, she pinned me down and picked her hips up until she was hovering over my once more aching cock.

As her words and plan became clear, Margot sunk herself onto my shaft. It didn't take long for her to completely come down and envelop me. By then, I was indeed ready to start fucking again, right as I left off - only in a different hole.

Yet despite my passion, it still didn't match up to Margot's.

She pinned my wrists down to the bed, leaning on me and slamming her hips up and down. I still fucked her hard and fast, but no more than she was doing to me. Eventually, I had to slow down and let her take more control, which she already had in spades. She let me have control while fucking her mouth, but this appeared to be the trade-off.

I let my hips slow down, while Margot was another matter. Yet she did let my wrists go and sit back up, leaving me to just watch her ride me. I was getting my strength back up as I watched her breasts bounce and her hips move all over the place, though.

As such, when Margot slowed down, I was ready to give her a hard series of thrusts right back. In addition, I grabbed onto her tits and put her nipples between my fingers, giving them each a squeeze. When I had to slow my hips down, I let my hands go down to her pussy and rub above it, hoping it balanced things out.

Once my fingers brushed the outside of her parted lips, Margot hissed and tightened on me. She finally slowed herself down, which seemed to make it my turn for a move. I took advantage by reaching my hands around to her ass, jiggling it as I drove deeper into her resting crotch.

The rest of Margot was still sitting up, yet that soon changed too. She went down and put her hands next to each side of my head, now leaning on all fours above me. Nevertheless, I was still inside of her, and now her tits were hovering over my head.




After Dinner Treat



Getting the idea, I kept my hands on her ass while I fucked her and sucked on her at the same time. Margot groaned as I felt her rotating her hips again, while staying on all fours and keeping her breasts in range. I quickly went back and forth on each breast, until Margot gave out and just laid down on top of me.

I quickly put my arms around her waist, keeping her in position as she rested. Her head was on my left shoulder, so I lifted my lips up to her ear. I tried to kiss her earlobe while also enjoying the feel of her hair on my face, before I looked over to see her ass start to arch up.

She was getting her second wind back, squeezing my cock and riding it anew. But she kept resting the rest of her body on me, so I rubbed it up and down while she just moved her hips and ass. I breathed into her ear, hoping it would get her hotter somehow, as I knew it would if she did it on my ear. Or maybe that was too much of a double standard.

However, as her hips went faster and she sounded huskier, it felt like something was working. The feeling went up as she started kissing my own face and ear, then lifted hers up above me.

With Margot's breathtaking eyes, face, hair and mouth filling my entire vision, and her tightening pussy and hips overwhelming the rest of my senses, I knew she was in control again. Nevertheless, I let my hands go back down to her ass, holding on while I left my fingers brush the back of her pussy for extra help.

Yet with my hips going forward again and Margot breathing harder on me, it felt like that was more helpful. But any extra help she could get...

She got even more helpful by gasping, "Come on, you can fill me up...I'm ready. Fill me up again...shoot all your cum deep and hard down another hole...make me taste it in the back of my throat again..."

I knew that was probably impossible, but it did make me fuck her harder in case it wasn't. So the end justified the means. Speaking of end, hers was grinding down on me and bringing another end even closer. I let my finger rub her faster to be extra sure, though.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me...make me cum like I make you cum..." Margot urged. "Come on, fuck me and cum...cum big and hard like I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

She didn't need to finish - as ironic as that might sound. Yet I grit my teeth, slammed my hips up and rubbed any available inch of her pussy, so she could finish anyway.

When she cried out and did just that, I followed in short order.

It sure felt like I was filling her pussy as much as her mouth, but I'd let her be a better judge of that - when she could think clearly again. That might not be for a few more moments.

After that time passed, Margot rolled off me and laid at my side. She didn't say anything, but I was still at a loss for words myself. All I could do was reach for her, still needing to touch her even if I couldn't really do anything about it now. Not for the next few moments anyway.

If all this was a second kind of dinner for us, then perhaps we would be in the mood for another kind of...after dinner treat before long. But could she have drained me so much that I was already full?

Yet with one more look at her satisfied face, and the rest of her satisfied body, I suspected I'd still have some room for dessert. And if I didn't know better, I'd say part of her still looked starved as well.

THE END