5 comments/ 64566 views/ 1 favorites Dinner and Dessert By: german_male 'Deb', was my first wife. She was my high school / college fling and we got married. Things didn't work out long term, but we did have a great sex life together. Nothing wrong with that... She and I had quite a number of adventures together. It was always fun watching the 'set up' and capture of a third to join us. One time I had an 11 week training course in Dallas over the holidays and my wife came down to stay in the corporate apartment with me. While I was gone all day and most evenings (very intensive course) she got a seasonal job at a local mall in a small shop that sold candles. She enjoyed staying busy and I felt a little less guilty being gone so much. I had managed to get some free time and showed up at the mall a couple time while she was there with the store manager. His name was Alan (also not his *real* name) and he was about 15 years older than our early 20s. Much shorter than me, he was just a little taller than Deb's size. We got along well and kidded around when we were together. The atmosphere was relaxed – but a small hint of sexual tension in the subtle flirting that went on. After one such evening, I took my bride home and as we were in the throws of foreplay, while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, I asked her if she would like to invite Alan for dinner and 'dessert,' she responded with an instant moan and orgasm. I suppose that answered that question. The only thing to arrange was when and how. We fucked like rabbits that night as she was already being serviced by both of us in her fantasies. Getting Alan to ourselves was indeed a piece of cake. The next day at work Deb asked him if he would like to come over to our house Saturday evening after work for a late dinner and drinks. He said sure and must have suspected fun time were to be had because he asked if she was on the menu. (Much in character of the flirtation he had done when we were all together). She tried to temper his expectations by telling him that I would be there. Little did he know. The week seemed to drag by as I waited for Saturday – but it eventually came. Deb arrived around 8:30 pm on Saturday evening and went to take a shower. I already had dinner practically ready so she just had to take care of herself. She cleaned herself up and dressed casually with a sweater and jeans. I poured us both a glass of wine while we waited for our guest. She told me that she wanted to be pounded by us both and that she couldn't wait to let her self get lost in our next encounter. Alan arrived shortly and we gave him a warm hello and a glass of wine. We skipped sitting in the living room and went straight to the dining table as it was indeed late and we had hunger. Deb and also had hunger of a different kind to be satisfied, but that would have to wait a little longer. Over my basic dinner of salmon, rice and vegetables, our conversation migrated from friendly to very personal. Lubricated by the wine, Deb's tongue mentioned not only sun bathing, but doing that in the nude. Alan immediately indicated that he'd like look over the bushes and watch that one day. I mentioned that he should be there next to her and she added, 'Yes, who would put lotion on those 'hard to reach' areas?' At this point in time, Alan took a big gulp of wine and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hard on was noticeable through his Dockers and he shot a glance toward me to gauge my reaction. I just added, 'That's my girl.' I got up to take the dishes to the kitchen and asked if anyone would like dessert. Both indicated yes and I said it would be a minute. Alan took his wine glass and looked at the view from the living room. Deb said she needed to excuser herself and shot me a quick wink. I had the table cleared and asked Alan what he wanted for dessert. Before he could answer, Deb came back into the room. She had 'gotten herself more comfortable' as the saying goes. The jeans and sweater were gone replaced by a black corset that supported her breasts and left her nipples exposed Black stocking being help up by the straps on the corset and black high heals. The missing panties allowed the black to frame her fiery red bush. Needless to say, Alan's jaw hit the floor. She came over to me and gave me a deep kiss. I looked at Alan and told him that the dessert question had been answered. Would he like a severing of dessert? Without hesitation he said yes and I led Deb over to the table. She lay down on her back and spread herself (in every way) across the table. Alan took that as 'dessert is severed' and dove between her outstretched legs. He paid very close attention to each detail and his tongue and fingers roamed her inner thighs, across her bush before stroking and licking her slit. Not to be left out, I stripped out of my clothes and moved to her head. It was a perfect angle for her to turn her head and take my cock into her mouth. Somewhat distracted by each mini-orgasm Alan was giving her, she still managed to bring me close to cumming. Then I turned to Alan and tell him it is time to change places. I love the taste of her quim after she gets really wet and this was no exception. I dove right in and drank her up like the aroused husband that I was. In the mean time, Alan had taken off his clothes and was being examined in detail by Deb. She stroked the length of his cock and slowly slid it past her lips. When she gives blow jobs, she alternates between a strong sucking action and furious tongue movement. As she did to me, she quickly brought him close to the edge. Seeing that it was time, and she was more than ready, I told Alan to come back down here and fuck my wife. He fed is cock easily into her dripping wet and wanton pussy. Just enjoying the show, I watched her buck her hips in a rhythm that matched his thrusting tempo. With an ever increasing cadence, they worked themselves it a mutual explosion of passion. Catching his breath, Alan pulled out and I immediate filled the void. I had already learned was a uniquely erotic experience it was to penetrate my wife's freshly fucked and cum filled pussy and was eager to do it again. After slowly siding in to savor the feeling of Alan and Deb's mixed juices, I built my pounding to a regular beat. Deb finally recovered from her orgasm and stared into my eyes. Between smiles and gasps we also worked our way to the pinnacle of ecstasy. Somewhat spent, we all looked at each other as I redistributed the wine glasses. Deb stood up next to the table and looks ever so slutty with cum running down her thighs. We toasted our new found hobby together and promised do so it again some time – soon! We did meet up with Alan a couple more times in different settings, but I will take a few days to get the time to send those in. Suggestions and improvement are most welcome. Dinner and Dessert We hadn't been able to get a sitter to watch the kids on Friday or Saturday as usual, but then one of them called Sunday afternoon to say she had the evening free. We jumped at the opportunity. My wife likes to dress up sexy and flaunt her body for me. I knew tonight would be no different when she walked out of the closet with a skirt in each hand, "Long and elegant or short and..." she hesitated briefly, "slutty." Mmmmm, this was going to be a good night. Since she had both hands full she couldn't stop me from fondling a breast with one hand and her ass with the other while I kissed her. "I'll take short and slutty." Although the response that came out of her mouth was a mere "okay," her expression betrayed the coals warming up. When she finished dressing and came out to leave she was gorgeous as usual. Her hair, makeup, jewelry, and blouse said "beautiful", but the undertone from the short skirt and the seriously hot heels she had picked to wear with it said "erotic", if not something much baser than that. Even though she's twice their age, the baby sitters always look at her with envy. They hope that one day they'll look that good, and their husband looks at them with the hunger they see in my eyes when my wife comes out to play. The half hour drive to the restaurant was consumed with the usual banter parents have when they escape their children for a while - most of it mundane, but things that have to be conveyed or agreed upon. I had selected a restaurant further away than necessary to let her clear these thoughts out of her head. Like all women I've known, until she lets go of them she can't fully relax and enjoy herself. Knowing her mood and mine, I even drove a little slower than usual to give her extra time. As we got close to our destination the conversation slowed, and I was rewarded for my foresight with a great leg show as her skirt rode up. We arrived at the restaurant to find it even more sparsely populated than usual. Sunday nights just aren't as popular for going out as Fridays and Saturdays. But I may be taking her out on Sundays more often after this night. The meal was good and the conversation typical, but laced with flirting from time to time. The unusual privacy was very nice. She knows how to put on a subtle but arousing show with her red lips and nails, all the while seeming not to notice she's turning me on. Tonight it was a little less subtle than usual. When we finished with dinner and had paid the bill, she looked at her watch. "If we leave now we'll get home before the kids are asleep. What would you like to do?" "Well, obviously we can't have that." "Obviously." "You could masturbate for me." After slightly choking on her drink, "oh" was all she could manage in response, somewhat stunned by my suggestion. Then she managed a deeper "oh," had a quick glance around, and finished with "here?" "Yes, right here." I said. "I've fantasized about it several times, but we never had enough privacy before. Tonight, though, the only person who could catch you would be the waitress." I could see the wheels turning in her mind. Although she'd be mortified if she got caught, it would be a deliciously naughty thrill if she didn't. When she glanced at me she could see how much it would turn me on to watch. She was getting aroused now. As she considered the act itself she noted that I was facing the room, but since she was facing me she wouldn't be able to see anyone approaching. I'm sure she considered asking me to trade places with her, but then realized that I would be more aware of our surroundings than she would if she went through with it. I knew she was close to agreeing, so I asked her "Panties on or off?" She blushed deeply. Although she had taken her panties off and given them to me at dinner before, in this very restaurant, I guess that was a little too far in this situation. "Definitely on." I had thought she would want them off so she wouldn't have to ride home with wet panties. Then it occurred to me she might just take them off after. Ooh, that might be even better. Although the thought of her bare ass caressing the leather seat as she polished it with her delicious cream really turned me on, I figured I'd let her play it her way. "Okay." "You WILL tell me if anyone walks up, right?" "Of course." I don't know how far she believed that, but I meant it honestly. She was still a little hesitant, so I followed a moment later with, "Come on, baby, cum for me." She had another glance around the room behind her, and then picked up her napkin. Her hand went below the table and her hips slid forward. She was nervous, but excited. As I gawked I said, "It's too bad I can't get a look under the table." "Yeah, too bad." She wasn't very talkative now, which was a good sign. I knew her pretty legs were spread and her hand was up her skirt. Probably by now it was inside her panties, but this time I couldn't watch the intimate details, only her face. She began to relax, then began to get into it. She glanced around furtively a couple more times, but she was obviously enjoying herself. Pretty soon her eyes closed, then her full breasts began to sway slightly as she moved. I rubbed myself through my pants, enjoying the show and wishing I could unzip and join her. Soon she was getting very close, I could tell. And of course that's when the waitress decided to approach. I really didn't want her to catch my wife, but there was the possibility she wouldn't come to our table, stopping instead at the cash register two tables away behind my wife. I almost panicked and told my wife to stop, but she was almost there. She was right on the cusp. If I stopped her now it would take a very long time to get close again. That would not only spoil this moment, but most likely the whole night. I was so relieved when the waitress did indeed stop at the cash register. Any moment my wife was going to orgasm, and I suspected quite hard. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed, her breasts jiggling furiously now in time with her stroking. My concern shifted to whether the waitress would hear her, because there was no stopping her now. My wife's breathing caught, her eyes flew open and she looked straight into my eyes as her orgasm hit her. She moaned, but not quite loud enough to attract the waitress's attention. As her orgasm subsided I saw the waitress walk away in my peripheral vision. Whew, that was so close! As she calmed down I asked, "Can I have a taste?" "Sure," she said, smiling broadly now, "have some dessert." She dipped her index and middle fingers deeply and held them out to me across the table. Her red nails weren't the only part glistening. I sucked them clean, thoroughly enjoying her scent and taste. She straightened her skirt, then stood up and kissed me, rubbing my exceptionally hard cock under the table. Then she turned and walked - no, not just walked... she proudly strutted - to the restroom. As I watched her hips sway I thought, "Wow, what a woman." When we got back out to the car, I opened her door as usual. She knows I do it not only to be chivalrous, but also in the hope of getting a glimpse up her skirt. She didn't disappoint me. She was wearing a satisfied grin as she looked up at me, but no longer any panties. Dinner and Dessert Today was the day. I looked at the clothing laid out on the bed in front me of and frowned. A heavy pit of dread settled towards the bottom of my stomach. The dress was much more demure than I was expecting, if a bit short. It was a beautiful burgundy red, with a scoop neck and cinched underneath the chest. The dress flared out from there and looked like it would end around my upper thigh. The skirt was quite voluminous and light so although it wouldn't be overly revealing if I was standing still, I'd risk exposing my crotch if I bent down or walked with long strides. There was also a set of accessories laid out on the bed. A slim gold bracelet that he got me for our first anniversary. Then, a sparkling yet tasteful set of dangling diamond earrings I told him I wore when I wanted to feel fancy. I smiled at his thoughtfulness. My smile immediately receded when I saw the hot pink dog collar. Whatever sense of dignity I might retain from the dress and accessories would be canceled out with this cheap looking symbol of my lower status to everyone else at dinner. I rubbed the collar between my fingers. It felt rough and itchy. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Even the color of the burgundy dress and hot pink collar clashed together in a garish way. Bastard. Jeremy knew I liked to dress well and I had specifically mentioned to him how I'd make a point not to wear colors that clashed. I loved and hated how he could be so simultaneously sweet and mean. What really had me fearful was the underwear and bra set. I use the terms "bra" and "underwear" very loosely here. The bra was black and made out of a stretchy material, lycra or spandex. Most importantly, the nipples were cut out. It was chilly in the apartment today and there was no doubt my nipples would be hard and poking out obscenely through the thin dress. The underwear was latex and looked like boy shorts. Of course, to match the bra, the crotch was cut out from front to back which would expose my vagina and asshole in all its glory. Jeremy had said he wanted me to serve all of the food and drink for the night. Every step or movement in that dress would potentially expose my pussy. God, what if I started getting wet. You'd probably be able to see it dripping down my legs; it's not as if there was any material to absorb it. I shook my head. The thought of it was too embarrassing to handle. Could I really do this? To give you a little background, Jeremy and I had been together for almost two years now. It's the first submissive/dominant relationship I've been in. We were a pretty vanilla couple at the beginning. I built up the courage to divulge my fantasies to him after our first few months of dating. Before then, we had been having rough sex. Hair pulling, spanking, nipple pinching but nothing super exciting, at least to me. What truly turned me on was the humiliation of having to submit to someone else. To be coerced into doing degrading things. Made to suffer for another person's pleasure. I wanted him to exert complete control over me. I told him this when we were laying in bed one night after having romantic, but boring sex. It was okay sex. I mean, I came and he came. But I knew I wanted more than that. Needed more than that. Jeremy looked pensively ahead for some time after I explained this to him. I scrutinized his expression and held my breath. Did he want to dominate and control me like I wanted? Or did he think I was too perverted? I mentally cringed at the thought of expressing my deepest sexual desires to someone who found them disgusting. What if he couldn't handle it and he decided he was going to leave me? Already, I was regretting bringing it up... Jeremy turned to face me and smiled warmly. The gleam in his eyes immediately comforted me. "I want that too." The next few months were a whirlwind. It felt so liberating to submit to him, as odd as that may sound. On some nights, I'd spend a half hour after work naked and kneeling by the door waiting for Jeremy to come home so I could beg to suck his cock. He'd occasionally deny me the pleasure and punish me spanking my ass until I begged for mercy, all the while chastising me for being such a greedy whore. I spent one weekend acting as his dog, not allowed to walk on two feet or sit on any furniture. Jeremy lead me on all fours throughout the house on a tight leash and forced me to eat from a dog bowl. We fucked on the grass in the backyard (doggy-style, of course), pulling hard on my leash as I came. The feeling of losing control was so exciting. And the orgasms, oh god, the orgasms. They were nothing compared to the ones I had when we first started dating, much less with any of my former boyfriends. I hadn't felt more energized and sexually satisfied in years. Slowly, he and I had begun to attend munches together. For a long time, I had been hesitant to go to any sort of BDSM events. I imagined very serious people in head to toe bondage gear who all had 24/7 BDSM relationships. I assumed it would be too intense for me. But a month or so ago, we met another couple, Sophie, another submissive, and Charles, her dominant. They were around our age, late twenties, and seemed surprisingly, well... normal. And friendly. We had met up a few times privately, just to talk and hang out. Sophie and I bonded over our shared hatred of clover nipple clamps. Charles and Jeremy traded tips on affordable bondage gear. They gave us a lot of useful advice on S&M relationships. I was so grateful that we had met them. When Jeremy informed me that we'd be playing together this Saturday, I was ecstatic. And also terrified. We all spoke in sordid detail about our experiences and hinted around having a session together. But I didn't think it'd actually happen. At least not so soon. I spent most of Friday night incredibly turned on and anxious about what could happen. So, today was the day. And I wanted to back out now. Sure, it was hot to fantasize about being submissive to other people. Jeremy had been dirty-talking it up for the past few months and I gleefully encouraged it, cumming to the idea of being naked and degraded in front of everyone we knew. But right now, in the stark reality of day, it seemed like too much. Even though I had a rapport with Sophie and Charles, I couldn't imagine being paraded around in front of them like this. We just had brunch the other day, for god's sakes. And now I had to serve them food while struggling not to flash them. Already I could feel my face turning hot and red. My eyes began to water. I sulked and buried my face in my hands. Jeremy poked his head into the bedroom and could see that I looked upset. "What's wrong my little submissive," he teased in a sing-songy voice. I turned to face him. His expression quickly turned to concern as he saw the tears beginning to well in my eyes. "So I guess you don't like the outfit." "No. No, I don't. It's humiliating," I said, beginning to sniffle. "But, I thought you liked being humiliated," he replied, smiling lightly. I nodded and stared at my feet. He stood in front me and held my head up to face him. "If you really don't want to do this, you can safeword. We can just have a regular friendly dinner with them." Again, I glanced down at the clothes laid out on the bed. How it would feel to be doting on them hand and foot. Being treated like a common servant. Exposing myself in front of everyone. I noticed that all too familiar pressure building up in my loins, urging me to move forward. I knew if I backed out now, I'd regret it. "I want to do this." He nodded expectantly, as if he already knew how I would answer. He took the opportunity to slowly run his hands down my naked body. His warm hands caressing my breasts, the sides of my stomach, my hips, then my thighs. I shuddered at his touch. "Get showered and dressed, then meet me downstairs. Don't be late." He emphasized the word "late" by twisting my nipples roughly. I yelped out loud in shock. "Aah!" "Now, what do you say when I hurt you," he asked. "Thank you, Jerem--" A flash of intense irritation appeared on his face. I had forgotten. I still addressed him as Jeremy when up until a few days ago. Although he liked to hear me say his name, he preferred something that would "always remind me of my place." I could vividly recall the arrogance in his voice when he told me. "'Well, Sir' would be better but it's not quite right... What if you addressed me by last name--'Mr. Parsons?' I like the formality of it, but it still doesn't have that certain je nais se quoi..." He paused to rub his chin with his thumb and forefinger. After a beat, I could see the lightbulb go off in his head. "Okay. Call me 'Master.'" It sounded so ridiculous to me, almost laughable. Master. It also infuriated me. I considered myself a strong-willed and independent person outside of the bedroom. He wanted me to acknowledge his superiority over me with every sentence. He knew this would piss me off. I stared at him intently and said, "Thank you, Master," barely containing my disdain. "Watch your attitude or you'll be punished later. And not by me." I quietly whimpered at the thought. Master turned around and walked briskly out of room, leaving me alone again. I sighed deeply. Here goes nothing. It was a quarter to seven. I was showered, dressed, and made up. I even matched my lipstick to my dress. I could at least attempt to look elegant for the time being. Hesitantly, I walked down the stairs. The material of the dress was thinner than I thought. The skirt swished and swayed with a mind of its own. It offered me little warmth from the chilly air. I could feel my nipples hardening. The bra was a tight fit and it seemed like they made my nipples jut out even more. As I suspected, the dog collar felt itchy and uncomfortable against my neck. I certainly couldn't forget it was there. I also couldn't shake how truly naked I felt. The feeling of the cool air against my pussy was a keen reminder. Was I just moist or was I wet already? Master was sitting on the couch drinking a beer, looking content and cool as a cucumber. He looked dapper, wearing a casual blazer, slacks, and a button down shirt. I smiled when our eyes met. "Kneel by the door, greet our guests, and take their coats off when they arrive," he barked. He wasn't going to take it easy on me tonight. I answered, "Yes, Master," and despondently walked to the door and kneeled. The cold hardwood floors weren't exactly comfortable against my bare knees. I shifted back and forth, trying to balance the pressure. With each minute that passed I got more and more anxious. My stomach fluttered and I began to feel a little nauseous. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. My knees began to hurt more and more and I wished Sophie and Charles would just get here already... There were two fast and hard knocks at the door.