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The Dinner Party Ch. 01

By: james dean



Tiffany had been an actress before marrying Terry Stevens. Being petite, with a mass of golden curls and sweet, freckled face and doe like blue eyes and ready smile, she had never been short of work although never breaking into the star parts she had desired since drama school. Her curvaceous figure and long, slender legs had always ensured the mainly male elite would notice and hire her and her sunny nature made her popular with her peers, in a fiercely competitive world. Of course they had tried to seduce her but she had always managed to avoid the 'casting couch' with her winning ways and her genuine talent for both acting and dancing. 

When Terry had come backstage as a friend of the male lead, his tall, muscular stature, tousled, fair hair and serious business manner had swept her off her feet. In three weeks, they were engaged and in six months they had married in fairy tale fashion. She had still taken a few parts but over the last three years she had settled into becoming the perfect executive's wife. Coffee mornings, hair appointments, cocktail parties and entertaining the senior executives and work mates to dinner had become her main concern as her high flying husband rose up the promotion ladder within Courtney and co, a multi national firm with offices around the globe.

It was late evening and Jeremy and Gina Stern were around the dinner table finishing their coffees. Mr. Stern was M.D. of the London office where Terry worked and there was a promotion in the offing... The four were all pleasantly relaxed and merry on good French wine and Tiffy's excellent cooking. Terry was charming Gina Stern, a powerful and very beautiful lady in her thirties, on one side and Jeremy and Tiffy were deep in conversation on the other. He was much older than his striking wife, Gina, being in his late fifties, with thinning silver hair, gaunt features like an eagle with piercing dark eyes that never rose higher than Tiffy's deep cleavage, spilling silkily over her tight white, lacy bodice. 

She had dressed to please and her long stockinged tops were visible beneath her tight black velvet micro miniskirt as she lounged back beside the much older man. Tiffy's acting skills were tested to the full as she looked relaxed and cheerful but she was not... Her stomach was as knotted as her white, lacy g string that was bunched uselessly against her taut inner thigh. Her hands were on her lap, hovering over his strong thick digits, half in concealment, half resisting. Jeremy Stern leant forward to make a point on the latest take over and inserted his middle finger deep into the moist depths of his host's tight cunt. Tiffy winced despite her best efforts to conceal her plight from the others, helpless to resist the constant caressing that for half an hour had stimulated her throbbing clitoris. He had calmly claimed her most intimate part during the meal and was now happily masturbating her treacherous slit as he coolly explained corporate strategy to his charming, attentive host. Tiffy felt the sweat beading on her forehead and her cheeks flush as her ordeal continued. She longed to cry out to her husband, only feet away, that his girl was being molested so casually by this man... his boss. Her silent pleas to him to stop were coolly ignored and her body was betraying her screaming mind.

He smiled at Tiffy as her hole filled with her juices and his thrusting finger was joined by a second. Her trembling thighs opened as Tiffy closed her eyes and succumbed to her inevitable orgasm. She let out an imperceptible sigh and felt her vision blur as her loins bucked under the linen tablecloth to her suave attackers repeated thrusts. Her breasts swelled and tingled, her stomach knotted, her long legs quivered and she came, pouring her reluctant offering over his conquering hand.

"Very spectacular!" He mocked, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking her intimate juices as if it was nectar. "Terry is lucky to have such a committed and compliant wife to support his career..." He watched the pretty blonde recover, wriggling to readjust her clothing under the table, her flushed cheeks and tear laden eyes making his conquest even more enjoyable as he took her hand and placed it squarely on his rigid erection, already out of his tuxedo pants. "Perhaps you would now return the favour, like the obedient exec wife you are?"

Tiffy gulped and again looked at him then her entranced husband, still deep in conversation with the formidable beauty opposite. No help was forthcoming and her mind was awash with guilt and horror at her pathetic betrayal to this horrible man. How could he... how could she...Her shaky hand caressed his hot, throbbing penis as she looked into his mocking superior blue eyes. 

"You look so cute and innocent," He whispered, eyes laden with lust ." but you are really an adorable little slut. Aren't you?"

She gulped and eventually nodded. Her ultimate capitulation to this powerful man. Her mind shut down and her big blue eyes filled with tears.

"NO, I'm not a slut!" She hissed at him. "I love my husband ... and hate you for taking such liberties with me, in my home."

"But, my dear, you have just cum like a slut." His smile was icy as he pulled her dainty hand back round his rigid pole. "and how many faithful wives would have stayed quiet whilst I pulled down her panties and finger fucked you in front of your hubby so well?"

Tiffy gulped down her wine with her left hand, her right busy working his thick penis... like a slut.

"Terry." He kept her hand pumping him as he addressed his employee. "We were discussing your beautiful wife's faithfulness. Do you think she cheats on you?"

Terry turned from Gina and stared at him, before breaking into a smug smile. "No way man!" He winked at his flushed wife, thinking her terribly embarrassed by such a question. "She is the most faithful, wonderful creature on this Earth and I trust her completely, don't I darling..."

Tiffy smiled back at him, her hand still pumping his boss under the table, "Yes... errr ... I must do the dishes." She squeaked.

She pushed back her chair and fled into the kitchen.

"These girl's are so highly strung, eh?" He shuffled and rose too. "I've probably embarrassed the poor thing with my rude talk. I'll go and apologise to her and compensate by doing the dishes."

"There's really no need, I'm sure she didn't mean to be so abrupt... " Stammered the Host.

"No problem, Terry, it's the least I can do after so much kind hospitality." He winked at Gina, who took his arm and led him away to the sitting room beyond. "Come along, dear thing, we've got sooo much to discuss together too. How is your golf going? I hear there are some wicked parties there.... " They drifted off and Jeremy Stern steely smile drained away as he pushed open the kitchen door..

She didn't hear him come in, or unzip his pants - she only felt his hand ,clutching the hem of her dress, lifting and pressing her stomach to the hot dish water. His rigid weapon press against the thin gauze of her stretched, silk knickers. His other hand clutching her upturned ass, pulling the taut flesh apart, ripping her last flimsy, white defence, exposing her shaven, pouting sex lips to invasion as his organ demanded entrance, pushed with a grunt and claimed her treacherous love portal with one lunge that lifted her clear off the ground. He rode her like a man possessed as she clung onto the taps and prayed her husband next door could not hear his grunts and taunts of humiliation at the ease of his victory over his wanton hostess.

He glared gleefully at the sight before him, Tiffy Stevens shapely ass gaping up at him, on those long stockinged legs astride on her heels below, his rampant cock running in and out of her clinging, pink cunt lips as he brutally claimed her time and time again.

Her struggles slowly stopped and she arched her hips to take him more comfortably, her tight pussy squelched as he impaled her once more and pulled her head back sharply. "W hat are you?" He hissed in her ear.

"A slut." She sobbed.

"Yes, my beauty... MY slut." He let her hair trail in the dirty dish water as her narrow shoulders shook with her tears.

"Now, fuck me, bitch.!" He held his penis against her puffy labia. "Reach back and spread your tight, horny hole and fuck me like the pretty, young whore you are.... NOW!"

Tiffy jumped, not at the hard slap on her right buttock but because she feared his raised voice would bring in Terry. She hurriedly reach behind and obscenely clawed her taut flesh apart, rocking back on his throbbing cock. Totally humiliated and beaten, she pumped her cunt urgently around his unforgiving rod, praying he would cum soon... before her lover came in and her idyllic life was ruined forever.

"Stick a finger in your ass, slut - before I do it for you." He laughed over her as she wriggled her middle finger in the puckered hole ."Now fuck yourself as I ream your cervix!" He began thrusting again, slapping her hand into her own virgin bottom.

Tiffy howled softly as the momentum grew, disbelieving her treacherous g-spot that hummed its satisfaction at her debasement.

They came together in the most explosive orgasm he had ever endured and slumped forward, her trembling small frame engulfed by his massive bulk.

"I think we'll have coffee in the drawing room, slut." He zipped up and left her half naked bent over the chaotic dishes. "When you have recovered, that is!" His cruel laugh echoed into the distance as the kitchen door closed.

The Dinner Party Ch. 01



Rosemary and Martin lived in a secluded part of town. They had worked hard over the years to be able to afford a house such as they currently had and now in their mid forties they both were able to relax a little and enjoy life as it came.

Martin was 5ft 8inches in height and managed to control a gradually expanding waistline by going to the gym several times a week. He was an IT Manager for a local production company and aimed to get home on time most nights of the week.

Rosemary, at 5ft 6inches, had a slim body with neatly formed, firm breasts and a very pleasant disposition. She worked in an accounts department at a local Supermarket and managed to get home about an hour before her husband each day, in order to cook his meal and generally make the house tidy.

They had been married some twenty years and life had settled into somewhat of a routine, especially in the bedroom where excitement had been replaced by contented boredom. That is until just recently when, one Sunday afternoon, Rosemary had rather surprisingly expressed to her husband that she thought the time had come for them to expose themselves to some form of sexual excitement. They were sitting in the lounge at the time and Martin's expression was one to be seen – sheer unadulterated amazement!

"Excuse me!" he said, "Did I really just hear what you said?"

Rosemary looked out from behind her copy of the "Mail on Sunday", nodded her head and then disappeared back behind her paper again.

The normal Sunday afternoon post – luncheon silence sank on them both.

Five minutes later Martin got up from his chair, walked across to Rosemary, gently removed the newspaper from her hands, walked back to his armchair and sat down.

"Shall we talk? he said. "Did I hear you correctly just now when you said that we should expose ourselves, as you so quaintly put it, to some form of sexual excitement?"

Rosemary coloured up. 

"Well I have just been reading in the paper about the increasing number of couples who are getting involved in swinging and wife swapping, and it suddenly struck me that life is passing by rather rapidly and I just wondered what your reaction would be if I blurted that out!"

"Are you telling me, my darling wife, that you would be prepared to let a strange man undress you in front of others, lay you on the floor here in our lounge and fuck you?"

"Put that way, the answer is 'yes'," Rosemary said.

Martin could hardly believe what he was hearing. He had often fantasised about such things but had never in his wildest imagination ever thought that his dear wife would succumb to such thoughts. Still waters definitely do run deep these days!

"If I were to go along with the idea of us 'swinging', how would we go about getting started?" Martin asked.

"I have absolutely no idea," his beautiful wife replied, " but I will tell you this, just talking about it has made me feel more horny for you than I have felt for a long, long time. In fact, if you were to come over here, take me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom, you could spend the next hour shagging me absolutely silly!"

Martin needed no second bidding – walking across to his wife, he took her by the hand and led her up the stairs to their bedroom. It was a long time since they had made love during the day and in daylight.

The bedroom had a feminine touch to it but Martin did not worry about that. After all it was where he slept and (very occasionally these days!) shagged, so what it looked like did not matter to him. The bed was king size allowing plenty of room for sexual gymnastics when required but in the main allowing plenty of room to get a good night's sleep.

Martin took Rosemary in his arms and kissed her – it was funny how their lips touched briefly, fell apart, came together again and stayed together more firmly the second time as if Superglue were starting to bond.

His hands wandered up and down the soft material at the back of her dress. He could feel her bra straps through the material and his cock re-acted accordingly. He knew what he wanted – he wanted her naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, her cunt juicy and slippery and his growing cock pushing deeper and deeper into her body. How long was it since he had felt like this – and all because she had asked him a question.

Rosemary stepped back from him. Her arms crossed her body as her dress rose above her head and puddled on the floor. He watched with lascivious eyes as she pulled her bra straps from her shoulder and pushed her bra over her luscious breasts, allowing it to come to rest around her waist.

Kneeling, she reached out and undid his trousers, watched then drop to the carpet and then pushed his boxers to the floor.

His cock was rock hard. She had not seen it so close for many a month now. Almost touching her lips. Her tongue reached out and kissed the tip from which a little pre-cum seeped. She tasted it. She wanted more.

She reached out and took it in her hand and began to rub it so that the foreskin covered and uncovered the mauve looking helmet. Slowly at first but gradually gathering speed, feeling the girth of the cock slowly grow in her hand; squeezing her husband's balls gently with her other hand, feeling the skin tighten over the bollocks, knowing from experience that he was manufacturing warm slippery juices inside that sac. She wanted to feel those juices hit her face and breasts – she did not have long to wait. His pee hole opened and out shot the warm gluey milky mixture she so loved – it hit her square on the centre of her face and went on hitting the same place time and time again. The thick liquid rolled down her face, over her lips and chin, down her throat and onto her breasts reaching her nipples and dropping off each tip into her waiting hands. When they had stopped dripping, she raised the palms of her hands to her mouth and sucked each palm clean.

Martin watched the whole procedure with lustful eyes – it was a long time since they had been through this procedure! My God it was so sexy – no not sexy, sexual! So sexual that his cock had not even grown soft having disposed of all that seed! He was ready to go again. Kneeling down, he pushed his wife back onto the carpet and moved between her widely spread legs where her cunt was spread open for his entrance - a cunt, which was wet, juicy and gaping ready for his rampant cock.

Rosemary looked into her husband's eyes, and then let her gaze sink to where his solid cock was hovering over her quivering, juicy pussy. She saw the helmet touch her outer lips and she pushed her love canal onto it. She saw it disappear inside her accepting body. She felt it begin to fill her cunt – she closed her eyes in ecstasy – this is what she had wanted for so many weeks. Martin began to set up a rhythm with his cock sinking ever deeper into her juicy cunt. Rosemary could feel her orgasm start to build – it was so many weeks now since she had screamed with pleasure. She raised her legs and locked them scissor fashion around Martin's waist to ensure that he did not attempt to withdraw when he came. She wanted every last hot creamy ounce of cum in her womb.

She was filled with his meat, into the very depths of her being. She was being screwed like she had not been screwed for many a long month. She missed being screwed. 

Her orgasm was building like a forest fire – burning inside her love canal, spreading to all parts of her body. She wanted her husband's cum inside her. She forced his cock deep inside her with each push of his body. She was full. She came. Her screams resounded throughout the house – in every corner, in every room – she made it known that she had cum. As she came so Martin's balls erupted and she felt his hot creamy cum drown her womb, filling every corner of her love canal, coating her inner self with his love juices.

My God, if just the mention of swinging was doing this for both of them, then she wanted to be involved. She wanted to swing high.

Martin pulled out of her and immediately his mouth sunk to her pussy. He had never done this before – he was sucking her pussy, he was cleaning her pussy, he was lapping pussy's cream!

To be continued.



The Dinner Party Ch. 01



The party has only just begun... check back for many more chapters.

They stood outside the door to Phillip's apartment but as Nick raised his hand to the doorbell, Carina laid her hand on his arm. He turned to her and raised an eyebrow. Her brown eyes gazed up steadily into his blue ones.

"Before we go in, remember that you are here as my guest. You may be called upon tonight to do things that you had not considered. It will always be my decision whether you participate though. That is what you agreed to. If you are unwilling to abide by these rules, you should leave now." 

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good, now turn and let me check your appearance one more time."

Carina scrutinized his attire; broadcloth shirt, satin lapel, black tuxedo, and satin bow tie. His beard and hair were trimmed and the attire emphasized his broad shoulders over his narrow hips. 

"Fine, let's go."

She smoothed her own dress. It was a confection of red chiffon; sleeveless and full length with a plunging neckline. The material cupped and held her breasts firmly. Folds of fabric draped and skimmed the curves of her body from breast to ankle. Her dark hair was piled high on her head and fell in ringlets like a Greek goddess. She squared her shoulders and rang the doorbell. 

Phillip opened the door and greeted them cheerfully in a blue Armani suit with a yellow tie. He took Carina's hands and leaned in to brush his lips across hers then whispered in her ear. "You look ravishing, my dear, as always."

Phillip drew them into the foyer as he greeted Nick. Carina caught the look of surprise when Nick saw Natalie greet her with a rather affectionate kiss then lick her lips. Carina hadn't let on that she knew Natalie that well when they'd met up with her in the lingerie shop earlier that day. Natalie proceeded to greet Nick just as affectionately. 

"Go in, go in," Phillip said, shooing them into the large penthouse as the doorbell rang again. 

Nick and Carina made their way further into the elegant apartment. The walkway was carpeted with a thick wool carpeting that felt springy under the foot. As they walked down the hallway, a couple came out of doorway.

"Carina, how good to see you," a very tall, sleek, blond woman in a black satin sheath dress greeted her, holding out her arms. 

Carina smiled as she returned the greeting, "Gretchen, darling, you look marvelous. Black does become you."

They kissed on each cheek then Gretchen leaned in and pressed her lips to Carina's, opening her mouth and invading Carina's mouth with her tongue, which seemed unusually long. Finally, she released Carina and let her husband take over with an equally passionate kiss.

Gretchen moved over to Nick, "Welcome, I do not believe I have seen you here before. I am Gretchen."

"Hi, I'm Nick."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Nick." Gretchen kissed him on each cheek then to his surprise she continued, kissing him as forcefully as she had Carina. Nick staggered a little then caught himself and tried to match her but there was no matching this woman. She let go of Nick when she was ready. The man joined them and Gretchen introduced him.

"This is my husband, Gunther." 

Gunther stepped forward with a smile as if he would greet Nick in the same manner but Nick took a step back and held out his hand. Gunther grinned broadly at that and shook it.

"Massimo will be so happy to see you," Gretchen said. "He is just down the hallway in the lounge, you must go say hello."

Carina walked down the hallway with Nick close behind.

"They are a particularly... enthusiastic couple. Remember your agreement, you should have looked to me on whether you let him kiss you," she admonished him.

Nick blanched a little but nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

They found Massimo with his wife, Sophia, in the lounge. 

"Ahhh, Carina," Massimo cried, rolling the r in her name. He swooped down on her and took her hand, bowing over it as if to kiss it but instead he turned it over and kissed her palm. Nick saw her shiver at the simple touch. 

"I remember well the last time you wore that dress to one of these gatherings." He reached up and brushed the back of his fingers down along the neckline of her dress and let his fingers rub across her breast, her nipples quickly becoming much more visible. 

Sophia came forward and greeted them with a warm smile, embracing them both in motherly warmth. Her dress was much more restrained than many of the others so far. It was a deep purple velvet made up in a shawl style, with her shining black hair cut simply at shoulder length. 

Massimo offered Nick his hand and shook powerfully.

"Hello, hello?" A dapper little man in a tuxedo with a redhead in emerald satin on his arm walked in. 

"Carina! So good to see you!" He bussed her firmly on the lips and then whispered in her ear, "I've so missed the taste of your juices."

Nick just caught the words and felt himself mildly shocked by the sentiment.

"Edward, you naughty boy, so good to see you... and Bridget." Carina kissed them each on the cheek then stepped back.

"This is my friend Nick." 

Edward shook Nick's hand and Bridget stepped forward to kiss him firmly. 

"Nice to meet you," Bridget said with a little wink.

"So, who is our sixth couple tonight?" Carina asked the group. No one seemed to know. 

Philip and Natalie joined them.

"It appears our sixth couple will be a little late tonight, flat tire. They said not to wait dinner for them."

"But who is it?" Sophia asked. 

"Oh ho, wouldn't you like to know," Phillip replied with a wink. "I think we'll just let that be a surprise. Please, dinner is ready, let us repair to the dining room." 



The Dinner Party Ch. 01



A/N: This is my first published sex story, I hope you like it, and I would love feedback from you about what you liked/didn't like. - LadyAmyranth

*****

Kate squirmed nervously in her seat as the stern looking woman across from her studied her, up and down. She looked the picture of innocence in the white sun dress that she wore for the interview.

"And what qualifications do you have?" The interviewer asked, pursing her lips. 

"I've waitressed in several establishments before." Kate said, overcoming her nerves and managing to bring herself to look her interview in the eye. 

"And you are aware of the uniform that will be involved?" Kate nodded. "And, one final question before we can hire you for the night... It's a little unorthodox, but, then, this is an unorthodox job. Are there any significant others who might object to this?" 

"No, I'm single." Kate said, frowning slightly at the odd question.

"Well, I can't see anything wrong with you. I'll just need to take a photo of you to send to the client." Kate nodded, and smiled for the photo. "We'll be in touch." The interviewer said, as she pulled the SD card out of the camera. 

Kate nodded again, and thanked the interviewer before leaving the room. 

As she slid into her car, she glanced at the rearview mirror to check her makeup. Naturally, she looked just as perfect as she had when she'd arrived. 

Kate was a natural beauty. She had fair skin, and dark brown hair, which had a red sheen to it in the sun. What captivated most people, however, were her stunning blue eyes. She was a firm believer in the minimal makeup strategy. It enhanced her large eyes, making them the centre of attention, and added a couple of shades and a nice sheen to her lips.

Smiling at her reflection, she fixed it back up, and left, heading home. 

Her phone bleeped when she pulled into her driveway, and Kate glanced at the text. It was Josie again.

Josie was her best friend and roommate, as well as the reason Kate desperately needed more money. As Kate scrolled through the text, Josie appeared at her car window with a grin on her face.

"Did you get the job?" Josie asked, as she helped Kate with the groceries that were in the boot of her car. Kate had gone shopping before her interview, almost using up the last of her money to get enough food to last them for the month.

"I don't know, Josie." Kate sighed. "They said they'd get back to me." Josie nodded, and the two made their way up to the apartment that Josie had promised they'd pay off in no time. The one that she said was absolutely necessary for them. 

As she closed the door behind her, Kate had to admit that it did have a great view. 

The first few months had been good. Plenty of parties, with all of Josie's friends. Kate's friends weren't the wild partying sort. Kate wouldn't have gone, either, if she hadn't been living with Josie. 

"I've found a couple of auditions." Josie said as she put he groceries away. Kate flinched. Josie was so determined that she'd find an acting job that she wouldn't allow herself to stoop to something else. Which meant that Kate, who wanted to be a writer, had to look for all of the tough jobs that would actually earn money.

"Josie-"

"Kate, come on, I'm young, I'm gorgeous, and I can act. They'll want me. I'll be rich in no time." Josie said. Kate sighed and nodded.

"Just, if you don't get any of them, can you please look for something else?" Josie rolled her eyes.

"Sure." She crossed her fingers behind her back as she smiled at her best friend. Kate smiled back.

With the groceries away, Kate pulled her laptop towards her, and opened up the novel she was editting, as Josie flopped on the couch and turned the tv on. They stayed like that until Kate's phone lit up. Kate grinned as she answered it. Josie muted the tv and watched as Kate's face lit up as she talked. 

"What's up?" Josie asked when Kate hung up.

"I got the job." Kate said, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.

"How much?"

"Enough for a few months." Josie frowned 

"A few months?"

"It's a one off gig, but it pays a lot." Josie nodded. 

The tv was unmuted, and Kate went back to editting her novel, as she thought about the job she had to do the next day.

*

Kate woke up to an email filled with very specific instructions, which she read over thoroughly, and a contract, which she did not.

Good Morning, Kate.

We have not yet spoken, but I am the client who hired you to waitress for my event this evening. Your uniform will be provided upon your arrival. Your measurements have already been provided to me, that it will fit will not be an issue.

Kate wondered briefly how he managed to get the measurements. She hadn't given them to the interviewer yesterday.

You will be required from 3pm, until 3pm tomorrow, a full twenty four hours. Before you arrive, you will need to get ready. 

You must be completely hairless from the neck down. Any unsightly hairs on your face are to be removed, as well. You will style your hair, and leave it down, and apply neat makeup. While you do not require your clothes for the evening, you will be dressed appropriately.

There will be a lot of strange requests tonight. Your job, is to say yes. Hand the following legal document to me when you arrive, signed and initialed where appropriate. You will receive ten percent of the money upon arrival, and the rest when you leave. 

Looking forward to seeing you promptly at 3, 

- J. Arone

Kate glanced through the legal document only looking for where she had to initial and sign. At this point, she didn't care what she had to do. If she had to get on her knees and blow people, or lift up the tiny skirt that was attached to her uniform, it would be worth it to get the money. She needed it. Even if Josie couldn't manage to get a gig, the money would get them through for long enough for Kate to find another job. And, since Josie had finally agreed to look for normal work if she couldn't get an acting gig, that would be two people looking for actual work to get them through.

Glancing at the clock, Kate realised she had five hours until she needed to leave for the job. She decided to get a head start on some of the things she needed to do. With the promise of cash so close, she used the last of her money on a salon trip, getting everything waxed. 

Completely smooth, Kate returned home to an annoyed Josie. She'd been rejected from another gig.

Kate consoled her, telling her that she'd get the next one, going through the same motions she always did when Josie got rejected. Whether it was from a gig, or from a guy, Josie needed the same consolations, or she'd want to cut her hair, and lock herself in her room. 

She needed to be told that she was beautiful, and talented, and that everyone would want her. That that company was stupid. 

When Kate was free of that, she only had two hours left before she had to leave. She showered, and blow dried her hair, before tousling it so it fell in gorgeous waves down her back. She lightly applied makeup, going through her usual regime, making sure her eyes popped, and her lips were accentuated, and she had a soft blush to her cheeks. 

"Wow, don't you clean up nicely?" Josie whistled as Kate stood before her, this time in a yellow sun dress, that accentuated her cleavage, and showed off her long legs. Kate blushed under her makeup, and grabbed two energy drinks from the fridge. She tossed one to Josie as she quickly put on her wedges, which only made her legs seem even longer.

"I've got that job tonight." Kate said, checking her makeup again, and deciding whether or not to wear any jewellery. 

"You sure that's a job, and not a date?" Josie said.

Kate laughed. "I wish. I probably won't get to eat until it's over. I'm going to need another of these on the way." She took a long swig of her energy drink.

"Wow, that's a long job. You sure it's worth it?"

"Worth enough to pay our mortgage and other bills for the next four months? Absolutely." 

Josie jumped up and made her way to Kate. Kate blinked as her friend shoved her hand down her top, and made sure that her breasts were as accentuated as they possibly could be. 

"Well, if that's how much you're getting, you'd better knock them dead." Josie grinned.

"Thanks." Kate finished off her energy drink before grabbing another, and her keys. "Well, if I want to get there in time, I'd better get going." Her phone had the address in it, and she turned on her GPS as she slid into the drivers seat, waving goodbye to Josie who was hanging around in the appartment building foyer for her to leave.

*

Kate pulled up in front of an old house almost an hour later. With a quick check of her makeup, and clothes, she downed the last of her energy drink before slipping out of the car, and shutting her car door behind her. Walking up the steps, she knocked on the front door, taking a deep breath.

She jumped, despite herself, as the door opened a few minutes later.

"Sorry, I was in the shower when you knocked." Kate found herself staring at a bare chest, and had to look up to see the man who spoke, who smiled at her from under dark, wet hair. He held out the hand that wasn't being used to hold a towel around his waist. "You must be Kate, lovely to meet you."

Kate nodded, and took his hand, expecting he wanted to shake it, and surprised when he brought it to his mouth and kissed her fingers. "Pleasure to meet you as well." She replied automatically, glad that her foundation his her blush. 

"You look absolutely fantastic. If you'd like to step inside." He glanced at the clock. "I wasn't expecting you for another twenty minutes yet, but I suppose that leaves more time for you to finish getting ready." His glance at her sun dress showed that getting ready would involve getting changed into the outfit that had been the picture on the ad where she'd gotten the number fot the interview the day before.

She followed the man inside, with only a slight hesitation on the threshold. She clutched her purse to her chest, which held the contract she'd printed and signed, along with her keys, wallet, and her emergency makeup kit. 

As he led her through the entrance hall into a small room, Kate realised that she didn't even know who this man was.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your first name, Mr. Arone?" She glanced around the room they ended up in, and her breath hitched slightly as she realised that it was a bedroom. She couldn't help a quick step back. If she'd known what the night would hold for her, she'd have done more than an involuntary step back. 

"Jason. Jason Arone." Kate couldn't help but notice that he was incredibly attractive. He pointed with his free hand at the wardrobe. "Your uniform for the night is in there. I'll leave you to get changed. With that, he turned around, and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Kate was too distracted thinking of the uniform she was about to put on to notice the click of the lock. She swung open the wardrobe doors, and felt another blush creep across her face as she was confronted with the uniform. Taking a deep breath, she took it off of the hanger.

She started with the pants. Well, underwear, as she figured out. She took off her own white cotton panties, tucking them into her purse, as she slid on the black frilly underpants that was a part of the uniform. She then slid the thigh high black stockings up her long legs, and attached them to the clips dangling down the end of the underpants. Taking a deep breath, she started with the corset. She was expecting it to be one of those simple fashion corsets. As she grabbed it, however, she realised that it was steel boned. 

She undid the laces, and slid into it, after tucking her bra into her purse with her panties. She quickly grabbed the contract out, so that she could hand that over the next time she saw Jason - Mr. Arone. 

She jumped when the door opened, while she was fumbling with the laces. 

"Let me help." Jason was dressed now. He wore black dress pants, with a crisp white shirt, that Kate couldn't help but imagine the tanned abs she'd seen earlier underneath. His sure hands grabbed the laces, and started to do them up. 

Kate gasped as he tightened them further than she felt was really comfortable, but with the knowledge of how much she was earning for the night in mind, didn't protest.

Jason grabbed the final piece of the uniform while Kate slipped into the black patent heels. "Here." She was still as his hands wrapped the collar around her neck, leaving it just tight enough so she could feel it. "Perfect." He stepped back and admired the picture she made. The black outfit made her skin look even paler. He quickly stepped forward again to help pull her hair out of the collar and corset. 

"Do you have the contract?" He said. Kate nodded, and picked it up from where she'd placed it on the bed, handing it over. Jason quickly glanced through it, to make sure she'd signed where necessary, before nodding, and handing over an envelope with the ten percent he'd promised. "You may leave your belongings in here, and we will consider this room yours for the next twenty four hours. For your peace of mind, I'll lock it now, so that no one can enter until I unlock it at three tomorrow afternoon." Jason led Kate out into the hall, and started up the stairs.

"My party doesn't start until five. I asked you to arrive early so I could show you the house, go over your duties for the evening, and allow you time to adjust to everything. This uniform will only be necessary for the first part of the evening, lasting until 8pm. After that, I've got something else for you to change into." Kate nodded.

Jason took Kate on a quick tour of the house, starting with the upstairs, which was out of bounds for most of the night. It held two other bedrooms, both as empty as the one her stuff was in downstairs, appearing set up for visitors, but not lived in. There was also a bathroom, which Jason told Kate that she was more than welcome to use, should the ones on the lower floor be occupied, and a sitting room.

He ended the upstairs tour with the master bedroom, which was the only one that appeared to be at all lived in. Everything about the room screamed class, to Kate, who couldn't help but imagine herself writhing in the crisp black and white sheets.

They went back downstairs, and Jason continued the tour, showing off the dining room, sitting room, and kitchen, which was where she'd be going through for most of the first few hours. As they entered the kitchen, Jason introduced her to the catering staff who were already working on dinner. 

Kate nodded as she was given names, and smiled as Jason introduced her as Kate, the special waitress. 

As she was led back through the dining room, Kate couldn't help but see that the table seemed to be set up for quite a few people. She'd noticed that the catering staff seemed to be dressed in crisp, classy looking catering uniforms.

Jason led her to the sitting room, and gestured for Kate to sit down. There was still an hour before his guests would arrive and Kate would need to wait on anyone.

"I'm sure you have lots of questions." Jason said, as he sat across from Kate. She couldn't help but feel that she was back in the interview again, the way he was looking at her reminded her of the sharp, disapproving gaze of the interviewer from the day before.

"Just wondering some of what's expected of me. You mentioned I was a special waitress?" 

"Yes, your duties will be beyond simple waitressing. The catering staff include their own waiters and waitresses. Your role will be closer to entertainment, though that won't come in more until later."

"What other duties will I be expected to do?" Kate's vision turned to her earlier thoughts, that she didn't care if she had to blow everyone here, if it got her the money. 

"You're here tonight to make my guests, and myself, happy. For the first few hours, you will act mostly as a waitress. If anyone asks you to do anything, you will do it, without asking questions. You will smile, and you will say yes Master, or yes Mistress, unless they have asked you to do otherwise." Kate nodded. 

"What sort of things will I be asked to do?" She asked, 

"That will depend on the person." Kate frowned slightly, feeling that he was avoiding answering the question, but nodded. 

"What about after eight pm?" She asked. "What changes then?"

"After eight, we will head downstairs." His tour hadn't included the basement, though he'd made sure to mention the door. 

"Will these questions..." Kate trailed off, trying to find the best way to ask what was on her mind. Jason raised a dark brow, and she shifted slightly in her seat. "Will what I'm asked to do be at all... Sexual?" 

Jason laughed. 

"Yes, there is very little doubt that a lot of what you'll be asked to do tonight will be sexual. Tonight, I am hosting an annual gathering of a very particular club. Don't worry, you won't be the only person asked to do anything sexual, and before anyone arrives we'll set up a few base rules so that you feel perfectly comfortable." Kate squirmed in her seat, wondering how she could possibly feel comfortable when she would be asked to do sexual favours for people. At least, that's all she thought she'd have to do.

"What sort of rules?" Kate asked. 

Jason smirked. "Well, we'll need to set up a safe word, to begin with. I noticed that you didn't add any stipulations to the contract you signed earlier today, though I am not an unreasonable man. There are certain things that are going to be expected from you but we can make allowances for any... particularities." He glanced down at her crotch as he said that, and Kate flushed as she realised what he was talking about. 

"Are there any limits?" He asked. Kate wanted to shout that she wouldn't let any of this happen - didn't want any of this to happen. She'd take her stuff, give him the ten percent back, and leave. But then she thought of the money. She didn't have a better way to earn it. He seemed perfectly reasonable about this whole thing. So what if she had to give a few blow jobs? And if there were a safe word, it had to be safe, right?

"No anal." Kate was as surprised as Jason seemed to be at the words that came out of her mouth. He nodded.

"No anal. Certainly. Are you completely against anal play, or is it merely anal intercourse that you are against?" Kate flushed, as she thought of the small butt plug in the drawer of her bedside table. She'd never been able to bring herself to use it before, though she'd always been fascinated by the idea. 

"Intercourse." She said. Jason nodded once more.

"Anything else?" 

Kate shook her head. She couldn't think of anything else that she objected to. But, then, she'd never have imagined half of the things that Jason and his group did.

"Now for the safeword." Jason pressed. 

Kate thought about it. She'd never done anything that she'd need a safe word for before. Her old boyfriends had never been interested in anything that would need it. "Winston." She said, causing Jason to laugh once more.

"Winston?" He probed. Kate flushed.

"It's the name of my bear." The teddy bear was on her bed as she spoke. She no longer needed him to hug at night for comfort, no longer cried into his synthetic fur when she was sad, but she couldn't bring herself to boot him from his place of pride on her bed. 

"Winston it is." Jason said, and scrawled the word on a piece of paper, before continuing. "Now, as I mentioned, you will not be the only person here asked to perform sexual acts. My fellow members will be bringing their pets along. Now, this is where the previous rule, of always doing what everyone says, ends. If someone has a collar around their neck, you don't have to do as they say. If they tell you to do anything, tell me, and I will make sure they are properly punished. Just remember, if you tell them to do anything, or if you question an order, or hesitate to do something, you will be punished. Same if you talk back to anyone. This will start as soon as my group arrives."




The Dinner Party Ch. 01



Kate nodded, her writer's brain storing the rules away so she could keep them in mind. 

"Until eight pm, you need not respond to any requests to strip, or to have sex. If anyone tries to penetrate your anus between now and when you leave, you must use your safe word. If you incur any punishments, I will be the one to deal them out. Do you have any idea of your pain threshold?" Kate shook her head. "With the exception of punishments, if anything is too painful, use your safe word. If you'd like, we should have enough time to try to find the right force with which to deal out your punishments before anyone arrives." 

Kate's head swam with all the information, and she found herself nodding again before she even realised what she was agreeing to. Jason stood up, and left Kate alone in the sitting room, as she went over the rules in her head once more. No speaking back, no questioning orders. No taking orders from people in collars, and no giving orders to people in collars. 

Jason soon returned, with a small laminated circle of paper with a hole cut in it in his hand. He stood before Kate, who froze as she realised that the crotch of his pants was at her eye level. He found what he was looking for on her collar, and attached the circle of paper. Kate didn't get a chance to see what it said, and as he stepped back she tried to look at it.

"It says Winston, which will inform everyone that that is your safe word. If you say it, they will no to stop immediately." Kate nodded at his explanation, as he sat down once again. "Now, stand and come over here." His voice seemed to have changed, and Kate responded instantly, walking over to him. 

"For your punishments, since you are new to this, I will only use my hand. Keep in mind that this is supposed to be a punishment. While you are obviously not a part of this life, you have agreed to be a part for tonight. This is going to hurt. We are merely finding how much force is too much for you." He looked Kate up and down. "Lay so that your stomach is across my knees." His voice was once again commanding, and Kate complied. "Some of your punishments tonight will require your backside to be bare, so this is how we will start." His hand rested briefly on the frilly black underpants Kate wore, before he tugged them down.

"When you are being punished, you will count each stroke, and thank me for it. For tonight you will call me Master. For now, you don't need to count or thank me." His hand rested on her bare ass, and Kate couldn't help but shiver. It was surprisingly cool.

The first spank caught her unaware, and she jumped, though she realised when it was over that she hadn't jumped because it had hurt, so much as she'd jumped because it had surprised her. 

He second one was harder, though it still hadn't reached a level that Kate thought would be appropriate.

Internally she scoffed at herself as the spanking continued, each one harder than the last. Her ass was starting to sting, though mentally she knew that was more because she'd already been hit than because the hit was hard enough. She chastised herself for actually finding one that would hurt. Shouldn't she just call it now? She could keep her punishments lighter, more reasonable. Instead, part of her wanted to see how this night could go if she kept it authentic. If she allowed herself to actually be punished, which would mean the spanks would actually need to hurt.

She cried out on the eighth one, and Jason's hand stilled, before rubbing her now warm ass. 

"That's harder than I expected." He said, his cool hand soothing her slightly stinging ass. Kate felt the strangest sense of... pride?... at the surprise in his voice. "I shall keep to that force for the night." He said. "If anyone else strikes you, inform me immediately." Kate nodded, as he pulled her underpants up, and stood up. 

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" He asked. Kate shook her head. "Hopefully you won't make any transgressions, and I won't need to punish you. If I need to, the number of strikes will depend on your transgresssion." Kate nodded, as she took the seat that she'd been sitting in earlier once again.

"Is there anything else I should keep in mind for tonight, Master?" Kate asked, surprising both Jason and herself by the ease of which she slipped into the use of the word. Jason smiled brightly, and nodded.

"Now that you mention it, yes. You're proving much more capable of this than I thought you would. Perhaps you have the makings of a true submissive." Kate laughed. She'd thought about it before. Even read a few BDSM stories as she thought about it, imagining herself in the place of the sub. But she'd never actually managed to bring herself to try anything. "I would like you to answer the door for me, when people arrive. You will need to look down. You're not to look anyone in the eye until they talk to you. Not to talk until you are spoken to. When you are, introduce yourself as whatever you like. You are allowed to have whatever anonymity as you desire in this, as it states in your contract." 

Kate nodded. 

Jason pulled out a dog eared copy of a book by one of Kate's favourite authors, and began to read it while they waited. Kate sat anxiously squirming in her seat, the slight stinging of her ass in her frilly underpants reminding her of the spanking she'd just received, her mind making sure to inform her that that was nothing compared to what she'd get if she messed up. 

While she went over what was expected of her for the next few hours, not letting herself think of what was going to happen when they went downstairs, Kate couldn't help but watch Jason. He was a very attractive man. His hair, now dry, was a dark blonde, that looked like it woiuld hang in his eyes if it weren't perfectly gelled back as it was now. She couldn't help but remember his body from when he'd answered the door in nothing but a towel. 

Though she didn't know it, Jason was studying her as well. He'd been happy with her appearance when he'd first received a picture of her from his agent. She'd looked the picture of complete innocence then, which had made him surprised that she'd applied for the job at all. Of course, even now she had no idea just what would be involved. Jason almost wanted to warn her, to give her a chance to back out from what was going to be a very intense, and most likely painful experience for her. 

He almost wanted to ask her if she were interested in being a sub. It had been a while since he'd had one of his own. Instead, he'd gone alone to these group meetings, making use of the other members' subs, and of course, of the entertainment that the host hired for the night, on their annual meetings.

But, the rules were clear. As the host of the year's annual meeting, he had to provide entertainment. If not Kate, he'd need to find someone else. And at this point, it was too late. Kate had already agreed to it, and while he knew she hadn't read the contract, she had signed it. She had agreed to what was to come. 

He'd been surprised when his agent had told him which site Kate had been from. In the picture he'd seen her timid posture, and was so sure that she'd been a sub. She'd been the most perfect candidate though, and certainly his favourite when it came to looks. Sure, there had been some other applicants from sites who would have been much more aware of what they were getting into. But he'd needed to follow up with Kate as soon as he'd seen her. That was his mistake.

There was a knock at the door, and Jason closed his book slowly, tucking it away, while Kate jumped up and went to the door. He watched from his seat as she opened it, head bowed. There was no doubt that she would make a perfect submissive. Though after tonight, she'd never want to be his.

Jason greeted his fellow members as they arrived. The Doms joined him in the sitting room, along with some of the subs. He didn't bat an eye when one of them, a Domme who went by the name Mistress Lee, gestured to her sub. Mistress Lee wore a tight black corset, like Kate's own, though her figure was larger than Kate's. Accompanying her corset was a black leather miniskirt, which Jason knew from experience didn't cover any underwear. She lifted the front of her skirt up now, as her sub crawled over to her, and leaned back as she attached her mouth to her Domme's hole.

It didn't take long to fall into a routine. Kate had realised that the subs were kneeling in the corner while waiting for orders from their Masters, or Mistresses, so she joined them, moving only when called - she'd introduced herself with her real name - or when there was another knock at the door, to let other people in.

The other Doms complimented Jason on his choice of entertainment. While she knelt with the subs, head bowed, Kate flushed under her foundation as she heard them talking about her like she was a piece of meat.

They talked about her figure, and her looks. They talked about how well she was trained. And asked if she was on loan from someone. Jason chuckled at this, and told them that was a secret. 

By six, everyone had arrived, and Jason moved the party to the dining room. Apart from Kate, all of the subs knelt behind their respective Doms. Kate, however, slipped into her other role for the evening, that of waitress. The kitchen staff turned their nose up at her when she tried to talk to them, and she soon gave up. Instead, she was handed a bottle of wine. She found that her waitress job was simply to go around and make sure no one had an empty glass. She soon discovered the white wine drinkers and the red wine drinkers.

It was while she was pouring for a red wine drinker, Mistress Lee, that she made her first mistake. Kate didn't see it coming. Mistress Lee's sub, who had a collar that read "Claire. S.W. Cougar" adjusted the way she was kneeling subtly as Kate walked past. Kate tripped up, and in tripping, some wine spilt on Mistress Lee's chest.

The amicable chatter that had filled the dining room before quietened, and everyone turned to look at Kate, who froze. 

Mistress Lee calmly picked up her handkerchief and dabbed at the wine that had spilled, before glancing up to meet Jason's eyes. 

Jason read the message there and nodded, sliding his chair back. "Come here." He called, his voice taking on the commanding tone that Kate realised must be his Dom voice. Kate obeyed, and walked to his end of the table, careful this time to watch where she was going. "Assume the position." 

Kate knew what he wanted, and bent over his knees, assuming the same positions he'd taken earlier when he'd been testing what force to use to punish her with. 

"Mistress Lee, how many would you say is fair?"

"Ten." Mistress Lee said. Jason nodded, and rested his hand briefly over Kate's behind. He glanced to Mistress Lee for confirmation, and she nodded, with a weary sounding sigh. 

The first strike didn't seem as hard as she'd expected. Kate realised that was because the frills in her underpants had absorbed part of the blow. Feeling slightly relieved, it took her a moment to realise that she was meant to count, and thank him.

"One, thank you Master."

The next one was hard enough that Kate jumped, and she realised that Jason must have adjusted the force for the underpants. 

"Two, thank you Master." 

The next one landed in exactly the same spot as the second, and Kate tried not to jump again as she thanked him and counted three. 

They continued then, landing all around her ass, as she counted, and thanked Jason for each one.

At ten, Kate thanked him again, before standing up. 

"You may now kneel at my side until called for." Jason said, his tone suggesting he was disappointed in her. Kate nodded, and knelt at his side.

The dinner continued then, as though nothing had happened. After a while, Kate was called up to pour the wine again. This time she noticed when the sub named Claire tried the same trick, and carefully adjusted her stride as she stepped past her. Part of her wanted to go to Jason, to tell him that Claire looked like she'd intentionally tripped her up, but she didn't. Instead, she poured the wine, and took her position back at Jason's side. 

It didn't take long for someone else to slip up, being punished by their own Dom, and Kate's transgression was soon, if not forgotten, pushed aside.

Her second mistake came when Mistress Lee gestured her over. She complied, crawling, as shed noticed the other slaves do when they were called away from their Dom to someone else. Mistress Lee lifted her skirt, and Kate knelt, looking at her shaved pussy, for too long.

She received fifteen spanks this time, bare bottomed, for not responding immediately to the Domme's request. Kate hadn't even realised it had been a request until she'd been called over to Jason again. After her punishment, Mistress Lee called her over once more, and Kate pushed past any hesitation she would normally have. 

She'd never looked at girls that way before. Certainly never done anything like this. But she couldn't say no. Not after she'd already been punished for appearing to do that. She pushed her face into the other woman's crotch, and stuck out her tongue. 

She was surprised by the surprising sweetness that hit it, and she started to lick it slowly, trying to think of what she liked, when her boyfriends had performed this on her. It took her a while to get into the right groove, though Mistress Lee helped after a while, clutching her hair, and pushing her face further into her crotch, and tightening her legs around Kate's head.

Kate's face was smothered in pussy juices when she was finished, and she soon found that that was only the first sexual favour asked of her for the evening.

The only person who didn't ask her to pleasure them, she found, was Jason, who sat at the head of the table, playing host. 

She still played waitress when he called her, pouring more wine. And as she walked around, she was careful of the sub Claire's legs. She wasn't the only sub being used for sexual pleasure. I was harder for her to notice when she was kneeling by Jason's side, or when her face was stuck in a Dom's crotch, but it seemed that at any one moment, at least two of the sixteen Dom's seated around the table were being pleasured.

Finally, dessert came out, and while the Dom's enjoyed that, Kate's mouth was wrapped around a rather large penis belonging to Master Robert. 

With the dessert, came a toast. Kate heard it, from under the table. There was a round of appreciation to Jason, for throwing the party, and providing some excellent entertainment - to which Jason responded the night was only just beginning. Jason then gave a brief talk about what had happened over the year, and what he hoped for the year to come.

Rather stupidly, at least in her opinion, Kate wondered if he might be hoping for a sub of his own. Maybe her. As she'd knelt, and crawled around on the floor, and acted like a submissive for the past few hours, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she could try something more.

Dessert was finished by the time eight rolled by, and Kate was proud at herself at only having needed to be punished twice. She could tell by the way Jason briefly shared a smile with her that he was proud of her too. She felt her heart flutter slightly at that, before looking away.

"Now, the entertainment that was promised will commence in the basement in half an hour." He said. "While I prepare it, talk, and enjoy yourselves." He gestured for Kate as he walked into the hall, and Kate followed him.

"You did very well in there, Kate." He said. "Now, we'll need to get you out of that corset, and underwear, but let's head downstairs first."

Kate nodded, and followed Jason downstairs, instinctively adding a "Yes Master." Which made the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in an undeniable smile.

~ To be continued ~



The Dinner Party Ch. 02



"Coffee, cream, sugar…" Tiffany Stevens muttered to herself as she flew about the kitchen in a spin. "Cups, saucers, mints and …" Her throat tightened as she fought to control her panic.

She knew she had to go into the sitting room- her sitting room, God damnit! -Play the part of congenial Hostess, her knickers torn and dripping his semen.

Laugh and joke with them all. Her wonderful husband Terry, blissfully unaware of being cuckolded in his own kitchen, Gina Stern no doubt still flirting with him… and Him.

Jeremy Stern, Terry's M.D. would be eyeing her performance with a cynical smile.. . Devouring her body with his piercing eyes - her short micro skirt, her long stockinged legs, her perky breasts under her white, see- through blouse -

‘Why had she dressed so provocatively.' She cursed her stupidity.

-Him, quietly triumphant at his easy conquest of her young body and worst of all, gloating over her humiliating orgasm, wrenched from her at his vile hands.

‘Have I helped my husband secure that damned promotion?' She pondered as she lifted the tray and pushed through the door. ‘Or had she betrayed her marriage vows and debased herself for nothing…'

Blocking out everything, she drew breath and prepared for her ‘big entrance‘, calling on all her past acting experience to appear relaxed and enjoying herself…

Just as she lifted the tray the door swung open and Gina Stern breezed in smiling. Tiffy gasped as she took the tray from her. She was a head taller than her, with bigger everything: Bigger smile, bigger teeth, bigger breasts that spilled over her low cut evening gown, bigger hips that swayed, showing generous bare flesh to one side as the high slit in her expensive couture dress. Tiffy couldn't help but admire the thirty something, refined Lady who motioned her to sit at her oak kitchen table.

"My dear, we need to talk. Lady to lady."

Tiffy sat as the waft of her expensive dior perfume filled the air. Gina leant forward and Tiffany's eyes drifted down to the magnificent cleavage that spilled forward.

‘So this is what Terry has been ogling, whilst she had endured Mr. Stern's attack. Damn him to hell.' Her anger passed in an instant across her wide, fresh, freckly face. 

She hoped when she grew older that she would be as sophisticated as Gina Stern.

Seeming to read her mind, Gina stroked her golden curls off her trusting blue eyes.

‘So young, so pretty…' Her face clouded, then her reassuring smile was back. ‘You seem to have made quite an impression on Jeremy - I can see why."

Before Tiffy could recover, a long, red nailed finger crossed her lips.

"Hush and listen, my dear. We do not have long and I have been instructed to give you a very important message."

Gina drew up a chair and sat, her knees about Tiffy's her fce inches from the newly wed.

"I'm so sorry, Gina … but he gave me no choice, I promise!"

"I know sweetheart, its his way." She put her arms about Tiffy and drew her for a moment into her warm, generous globes. " He's quite a master at surprise, I can tell you!" She smiled. "…and he told me you were not entirely reluctant by the end…"

Tiffy flushed.

"No matter. You need to know the facts…" She flicked her long brown hair behind her ears and fixed her gaze on the squirming youngster. "Firstly, I am not Gina Stern, I'm Gina Walker."

Tiffy's big eyes grew even wider.

"My dear husband, George is an accountant on the fourth floor. He thinks I'm at my Mother's tonight - and every night, once a month for the last three years."

Tiffy sat up, her mouth opened but no sound came out.

"Sshhhh." There's more and I need to tell you fast, for you are being offered the same opportunity as me… and many other ‘corporate Wives' at Courtney & Co ." Gina warmed to her story, enjoying the look of shock on Tiffany Steven's horrified face.

"Jeremy Stern is not married to a woman but to a Company. Those that have smart and practical wives, dedicated to their Husband‘s career. Willing to dedicate only one night a month to the Corporation…. Get on."

"My dear, this is my night here as his wife, whilst he explores your desire to succeed - And he is very impressed by your efforts so far!" She winked knowingly.

"Y-y-you are saying that if I don't agree to that monster fucking me once a month, Terry's career is on hold?!" Tiffy tried to rise but was held down forcefully by the stronger woman.

"Worse, Mrs. Stevens." Gina voice turned spine chillingly hoarse. " Jeremy is a very powerful man who holds all our destiny in his hands… Once selected - and having received your pretty positve sexual response tonight, it's hardly surprising! - your fate… and your dear Husband… depends on your answer. Yes and he works you for 24 hours a month. You are his to do with as he pleases."

"No way!" Tiffy cried out. " You can't be serious - I wouldn't be his for 24 seconds! I love Terry and we will move jobs and…"

"I'm afraid that would not be possible." Gina interjected. " Mr. Stern knows all the top people - and would give terrible references. Terry would remain a lowly second floor man - forgotten, bitter and resentful - and you would know that you kept him there, poor and in debt. Very hard to live with, as many have found."

"B- but that's blackmail!" Tiffy was getting angrier at the incredible choices put to her. One diner party being pawed by that old man was acceptable exchange for Terry‘s, their advancement… Once a month in his cruel grasp - She shuddered. Yet her traitorous pussy tingled strangely.

Gina smiled sympathetically, "I know," She patted Tiffy on the head in a Motherly way. "I felt the same when I was ‘approached' three years ago by Cynthia Stone, now on the fifth floor. She is no longer called now, too many eager second floorer's!" Her hazel eyes narrowed as Tiffy failed to smile. "But look at us now - rich and very happily married - because I decided to ‘ do my bit' to help. George doesn‘t know … and I got to quite like the variety Mr. Stern's rather imaginative mind imposed on my evenings occasionally.. " The lascivious look as her hands reached up and encircled her own magnificent boobs, tugging the nipples free and rubbing them to full erection. "I think your reaction will be the same, after a while…" Gina half closed her eyes and licked her red lips seductively.

"It's fun to be in high society - and completely at the mercy of an experienced man - made a complete slut for a day, with no guilt!" 

She sat back and lifting one boob to her lips, easily sucked on her own teat noisily.

"Want to suck on these beauties now?" Her heavy-lidded brown eyes sparkled lust.

"Certainly not!" Tiffy exclaimed. "I'm not that way inclined - its … not right."

"Shame." Gina grinned mischievously at the naïve girl.

"What's your answer. Mr. Stern is waiting."

"I - I can't decide now." Tiffy declared, strangely mesmerized by the performance in front of her.

"Ah! But that's the catch." She stopped rolling her large aereoli and opened her palm.

Inside sat a small crystal and gold box. She placed it on the table beside the still shaken young girl.

"Inside there is a pill." Gina rose and began to walk away. "Your chance of all you desire is to be decided at this dinner party, now. You will slip it in Terry‘s coffee if you accept. He will sleep like a baby." She turned at the door. "We will pretend to leave and you will get him to bed, then let us back in." She lifted her breasts back into their restraining cups. "You will be naked except for your black stockings and those very high heels you are wearing tonight. You will sign a contract agreeing to be his totally for the rest of this enchanting dinner party - and once a month thereafter at his discretion. 

From that moment you are his alone for the rest of this dinner party. You will do whatever he asks with enthusiasm and without rebuke - As an actress that should not be too difficult for you.

Terry will be promoted tomorrow with his salary doubled."

She winked.

"Then we get to party!"

The door swung shut and Tiffy sat alone, her azure, blue eyes swum with tears of indecision.

To be continued.



The Dinner Party Ch. 02



Martin pulled out of her and immediately his mouth sunk to her pussy. He had never done this before – he was sucking her pussy, he was cleaning her pussy, he was lapping pussy's cream!

Rosemary and Martin sat in their favourite armchairs in the lounge. Both of them, to put it mildly, were knackered. It was many a long day since they had shagged each other to the extent they had fucked that afternoon. After Martin had finished sucking his own cum from Rosemary's pussy, they had both gone to the shower and there had washed each other down and then dried each other. Both were so exhausted that they had not even attempted to rouse each other again.

They had donned their bathrobes and now sat resting in the lounge. Martin looked across at his wife.

"Have you thought through the possible feelings you may have if we become involved in swinging?" he asked. "What will your thoughts be the first time you see me screwing another woman, or sucking her pussy or being sucked off by a young girl?"

" I have thought about this and I am convinced that our love is sufficiently strong not to let such activities get in the way of our marriage. We have not gone astray up till now and I honestly do not foresee either of us getting dragged into a relationship, which will affect our future lives. I want to see that brilliant cock of yours plunge deep into another pussy. I want to feel another cock other than yours releasing hot creamy cum into my very being. I want to be fucked by more than one man. I want to undress and fuck a woman!"

Martin looked at his wife and saw a new woman, one who really did wish to test the extremes of their sexuality and he was pleased.

"How do we start down this new road?" he asked.

"I have no idea," said Rosemary, "but I am convinced that you will find the path which we should take and once having found it, then I will be following very closely in your footsteps."

"Well, I will make a few discreet enquiries and let you know how I get on."

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The next time Martin was at the gym, he invited Roger for a drink after their work out.

" I have a question for you," he said to Roger.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Do you know of any places in the locality where they have swingers' parties?" asked Martin.

The look on Roger's face had to be seen to be believed. In fact he almost spilt the beer he had just that moment picked up.

" Did I hear you correctly – you want to know where there are swingers' parties? You are having me on aren't you! What the hell would Rosemary say if she knew that you were asking such questions?"

" It's Rosemary who wants to know and who has asked me to find out."

This time the beer did go everywhere!!! 

"What in the name of all that is holy has turned that sweet retiring angel into a possible sex vamp?" asked Roger.

" I am really not quite sure but she was reading the paper on Sunday, she suddenly started to talk about swinging and before I knew it I was being raped! It was absolutely bloody marvellous – I have not cum as strong or as long as that for a long time," replied Martin.

"Well I am pleased to say that you have picked on the right person to ask. You see both Andrea and I are swingers and have been for several years now and if you have no compunctions about friends showing you the ropes, we would be pleased to lead you both along the shining road."

Now it was Martin's turn to almost spill his beer.

" I certainly have no worries," said Martin, "but I think I had better sound Rosemary out before making any firm commitments. How long have you both been on the scene and to what extent do you get involved?"

"Rather than telling just you, and you passing it second hand to Rosemary, why don't both Angela and I come round to your house later this evening and talk to you both about what you would be getting into."

" I cannot see any reason why you shouldn't," said Martin. " If when I get home Rosemary raises any objection I will give you a bell. Is that OK?"

"Perfectly," said Roger. "I look forward to seeing you both later."

...........................

"Have you found any information?"

Not, have you had a good day? Have you had a promotion? Are you tired from a long day's work? No! Have you found any information? Martin's wife apparently was really keen to get started with this swinging lark and that came first to her!

"Yes, my Dear, and you are going to be gobsmacked when I tell you where I got the information – in fact I have my doubts as to whether you will believe me?" Martin said.

"Try me!"

" You know Roger and Angela?"

" Yeeeesss?"

"They will be knocking on our front door at about 9 o'clock to tell us all about the swingers' life!"

"You are kidding me – aren't you?"

" I told you that you would not believe me. Come on – we have not got long and I am hungry. Let's have dinner and then get ready to receive our guests."

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At precisely 9.00pm the doorbell rang and Martin opened the door to greet Angela and Roger.

Angela is charming. She is about 5 and a half foot tall, with dark shoulder length hair, green eyes, a well maintained figure and the look of someone who could easily shag you witless. Her husband, Roger, is just a few inches taller, also dark haired with a few grey flecks, a very small paunch which he controlled by going to the gym and also very charming. He presented Martin with two bottles of wine – one red and one white – and declared that they were to be drunk before the end of the evening – if necessary he would get a taxi to take Angela and himself home.

Roger introduced Angela to Rosemary and Martin – neither of them had met her before. Martin's immediate reaction was to picture her naked in bed with him – if this was an example of the women who participated then he wanted in! He looked across at Rosemary and noted that she was eyeing Roger from top to bottom with a particular interest on the juncture of his legs with his body.

Martin invited their visitors to sit down and whilst Rosemary started a conversation with Roger and Angela, he went into the kitchen to open the wine and pour it into glasses.

When he got back to the lounge the conversation was in full flow with both the ladies sitting side by side on the sofa and Roger in one of the easy chairs

" I understand," said Roger, looking at Rosemary, " that you are interested in participating in the swinging scene. Knowing how long you two have been married, I assume that you have discussed the ramifications of this fully and that you both are so committed to each other, that the thought and fact of fucking other people has no disturbing features as far as you both are concerned. Have you really given it the thought to know that when Martin's cock is buried deep in some woman's cunt or mouth, you are not going to have a fit of the vapours and run screaming from the room! Or you, Martin – when you see a man sucking Rosemary's clit or giving her one doggy style, you are not going to lay one on him and create a state of war!"

Roger sat silently for a moment looking at Rosemary and Martin.

" Have you ever played strip poker with a group of friends?" Roger asked.

Martin nodded and said, " It was many years ago, when I was only 17. I finished up in just my boxers and it was the first time I saw a naked girl, but I have not played since then."

What about you, Rosemary?" asked Roger.

" The first time was when I was 16 and was at a teens party. I was down to my bra and panties when one of the other girls chickened out and refused to remove her bra, so the game finished.

The second time we played Spin the Bottle; there were only four of us and I finished up wearing just my pants. One of the lads lost everything.

The third time was when I was 18. There were 8 of us and I was one of two girls who ended up naked; I then had to let one of the young men suck my nipples whilst the other girl had to give her boyfriend a hand job for a couple of minutes. That was a real cool evening," said Rosemary.

"Well," said Roger " I want you both to show me that you really are committed to the thought of swinging, and if I see that you are, then you will be invited to your first swinging party on Saturday night, if you are free and if you want to come. If you do come, there will five couples in total at our house, a variety of ages from mid twenties to mid fifties, and, with the exception of yourselves, all experienced in swinging. What do you say?"

Martin looked across at Rosemary and saw her smile. He looked at Roger and said, " What do you want us to do?"

" We will play strip poker until we are all naked. Then the first one of you to become naked will go down on either Angela or myself as is relevant, and the second one naked will have sex with one or the other of us. Do you agree to the rules?" asked Roger.

A look of excitement appeared in Rosemary's eyes and she nodded her head excitedly.

"I agree," Martin said

"Do you have a pack of cards?" asked Roger. Moments later the game began.

To be continued...



The Dinner Party Ch. 02



The couples followed Phillip into the dining room as Natalie brought up the rear. They found their spots at the table and were seated. Phillip and Natalie took opposite ends of the table. Nick was seated to Phillip's right with Carina next to him, then Edward and Bridget. Opposite Nick sat the elegant Sophia with her husband, Massimo, next to her and then Gretchen and Gunther. The table looked to have been quickly rearranged to remove two place settings. Things just weren't quite symmetrical, though the plates were spaced evenly. 

At first glance, Nick thought it looked like any other elegant dinner party. A man and woman in dark uniforms began bringing the soup course in to the seated diners, a rich cream of asparagus. Conversation was light and entertaining for the most part but the contents of the conversations were something else entirely. 

"Gunther and I have just returned from a vacation in Mexico. We found many delicious locals willing to entertain us." 

She gave a feral grin that Nick found almost frightening. What exactly did she do with the locals? Eat them? His mind flashed back to the kiss he had seen her share with Carina. Perhaps she did, in a manner of speaking.

"Oh, yes!" Massimo nodded gravely. "We found Mexico, Guadalajara in particular, to be most invigorating. Did we not, Sophia?"

He raised his wife's hand to his lips. Her eyes flashed in the candlelight as she smiled.

"Very much so. I enjoyed the spa treatments as well as all of the delicious young men, so eager to please."

"What was the name of that maid at the hotel who was so fresh and appealing?" Massimo asked.

"Micaela. Yes, she was a very... fresh young lady. I believe she learned to enjoy many things she never would have thought of before we left," Sophia said.  

Her husband brought his hand up to brush the side of her breast with the back of his fingers.  "I know she enjoyed these. I certainly enjoyed watching her lick them."

Sophia smiled indulgently at her husband. Nick looked on, trying not to show his surprise. He knew what would be going on here tonight, in theory at least, but somehow the incongruity of the elegant participants made it seem all the more erotic.

Nick looked around as the soup plates were cleared and the fish course was brought in, oysters on the half shell. He suddenly realized Carina's hand was in her neighbor's lap, under his napkin. It was the British man, Edward. Looking farther down the table, he realized the man's partner, Bridget, also had her hand under the napkin. 

The two women's hands seemed to dance a tango under the napkin. As Nick watched, the napkin shifted off the man's lap and drifted to the floor, revealing the proceedings. Bridget's hand was cupping and playing with Edward's balls while Carina's hand was leisurely stroking his erection. It wasn't Bridget's hand playing with Carina's that he had seen, but rather Carina's hand and Edward's cock. 

As the server set down Edward's oysters he looked up at her. "I seem to have lost my napkin under the table." 

The young woman smiled brightly. "Allow me to get that for you, sir."

She knelt down and slipped between the chairs at the table and soon appeared again, with her head between Edward's legs. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm down here, sir?" 

"Right here, dear. You can take over for me." Carina fed the girl Edward's cock as if it were a big sausage and the girl went to work with a will, sucking and deep throating it. 

Unconcernedly, it seemed, Edward went on with eating his oysters.

Carina glanced over at Nick and noticed his pre-occupied stare. "Is there something wrong with your oysters?"

"Ummm, no, not at all." 

Nick looked around the table and realized not everyone was staring at Edward. They were all preoccupied with other conversations or diversions. Even Bridget was continuing the conversation she had been engaged in with Natalie at the end of the table as if nothing else were going on.

Phillip had Sophia's hand in his and was complimenting her on a ring Massimo had recently bought her while they were in Rome. He leaned in and looked at it carefully, then smiled at her in a way that left little doubt in Nick's mind that they knew each other more intimately. 

Sophia's husband, Massimo, was discussing investments in diamonds with Gretchen. Gretchen suddenly stood with an exasperated look. "This dress is driving me crazy! I will never buy another Vera Wang." She casually reached back and unzipped it, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. Left in nothing but her garter belt, stockings and panties, she picked up the dress and held it out to the male server who took it out of the room. 

Gretchen sat and everyone returned to whatever they were doing as if a woman with a set of very healthy looking breasts wasn't sitting nearly naked at the table. Nick tried not to look, but found his eyes straying to her every few minutes. Suddenly, she pounded the table with a fist to drive home a point in her argument and Nick was transfixed as her breasts shook. It had an effect on him under his own napkin. 

Nick heard a gulping noise down and to his right. He looked and saw the servant girl release Edward's now flaccid cock from her mouth and slide back under the table to pop out between the chairs. She straightened her clothes and began removing the oyster plates, carrying them out to the kitchen. 

The main course was served, a beautiful chicken breast in a light lemon sauce with tiny glazed squashes and carrots. 

"Ah, I've always been a breast man," Phillip exclaimed as the plate was set before him. Everyone chuckled politely at the obvious joke.

"You have no idea how true that is," Natalie added. "Some nights I'm not sure he knows there's other parts of me!"

"Now, now, dear," Sophia chided gently. "We all know you have your favorite parts as well."

This appeared to be an inside joke as the group erupted in laughter around Nick, Natalie laughing as heartily as the next.

"Eat well, my friends, you will need your energy tonight," Phillip invited as the laughter ended. "But remember to save room for dessert." 



The Dinner Party Ch. 02



Hello lovely Lit readers. Please read Chapter 1 (Group Sex) for the background to this story.



My thanks goes to Gary for doing some amazing editing on the following work. This story was initially conceived because of a suggestion he made, so Gary, thanks for encouraging me to continue.

Late Friday afternoon Maxine and Barb walked into the foyer of the Langham hotel carrying discrete parcels from a local lingerie store. Maxine was unaware of the appreciative looks from the hotel guests and staff. 

Barb had orchestrated their afternoon out with a focus on indulgence and pleasure. She took them to a quiet wine bar for lunch and drinks, they had manicures and foot massages at a salon and ended up at an adult lingerie store. 

To Maxine, the store was a revelation. Her senses were overwhelmed by the array of 'lifestyle' products and lingerie on display. Most of the garments appeared to be sheer with pieces of lace and ribbon holding it all together. Maxine had been reluctant at first but after trying on a sheer pink negligee she changed her mind. The lingerie was not what she'd have worn in her other life and for that reason she bought three pieces. 

Maxine knew how John would react when he saw what she'd bought. The changes she'd made to herself had inadvertently revived his interest in her. Their long marriage, while satisfying and comfortable, had lacked a fire in the past few years. John had been ardent in his lovemaking recently and Maxine was discovering a side of him she'd not known before. He loved her wearing high heels, particularly while they fucked and encouraged her to wear tight revealing clothing. 

He bought her skirts that were so short she dared not sit down and tops so revealing it showed more skin than it covered up. He bought her high heels that made her look and feel sexy. He'd even broached the subject of them getting some toys to play with. Maxine hadn't really been keen but today with some prompting from Barb and the very helpful woman at the store; she'd bought her first vibrator. 

"Barb what time are Tony and John due back from golf?" She asked.

"I don't know but they'll be back for dinner." Barb replied.

"Welcome Ladies. Would you like those taken to your room?" asked Bertrand the Concierge, reaching for Maxine's delicately wrapped parcels.

Maxine paled, holding them closer to her body. Barb grinned at her reaction. 

"Thank you Bertrand," purred Barb, "we can manage. We've got some, ah, items we'd like to keep private, if you know what I mean."

Maxine cringed. Bertrand was looking them over with a suggestive eye. And why wouldn't he? Barb's black dress screamed sex. It was tight over her ripe round hips, low cut so her breasts, overflowing in a purple lace bra were on display, the hem about 3 inches above her knee. Her red heels were high and she swayed as she walked, rolling her hips and ass, making every man in the place wish he were inside her. 

Maxine was just as sexy, though her confidence wasn't as obvious. Her tight skirt, sitting under her firm ass finished just below her thigh exposing the length of her toned long legs. She wore a fitted low cut singlet that stretched over her breasts, her bra pushing them up so the creamy mounds looked as though they may spill out at any moment. Her high heels had a strap across the ankle. Barb called them 'hooker' shoes and had been impressed that Maxine bought them.

"Of course Madam. Let me know if there's anything I can do to assist you and your guests during your stay with us." He said silkily, his eyes sliding up and down Barb's body.

Barb trailed her finger down the gold buttons on his coat. "You'll be the first one I call Bertrand, don't you worry about that."

Maxine was red with embarrassment. How her wonderful friend could be so flirty was beyond her. Barb was like this with everyone she met, highly sexual and very familiar. No one escaped without knowing exactly who she was or what she wanted. 

In the elevator Maxine studied their reflections in the mirrored glass. Barb was grinning, probably day dreaming of fucking Bertrand and Maxine still had a light blush across her cheeks, her parcels clutched awkwardly in her arms. The lift doors opened and the women walked down the wide hallway, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. As Maxine headed to her room she stopped as Barb grabbed her arm.

"Maxi come next door darling? I want to see the sexy outfits you bought before the boys come back from golf."

Maxine felt her heart race at the mention of their husbands. She wondered if they would get together for another night of swapping. If she weren't such a coward she'd suggest it herself. The first time they were together Maxine had stunned everyone by asking if she could lick Barb's pussy. To be fair though Barb's pussy lips were swollen and wet with her juices and John's cum. It looked delicious. She'd been enthralled by its soft silky appearance. Her own pussy was covered with neatly trimmed pubic hair but Barb waxed, or shaved. It was all Maxine could think about now.

"You mean we show each other our lingerie?" Maxine asked disbelievingly.

Barb leaned in close to Maxine and kissed her on the lips. Maxine's mouth parted and Barb nipped her bottom lip. Maxine sighed as her nipples tingled, her belly clenched tightly and her pussy opened up. Just one sultry kiss from Barb and she was turned on! 

"Oh my darling, darling Maxine, you're too sweet for words! Maybe we can get ourselves warmed up for Tony and John? Hmm, what'd ya say?"

All Maxine could do was look at her friend and nod. Barb smiled generously at her and opened the door to her room. Barb and Tony had a corner suite with views out over the harbour and city. Maxine dropped her bag on the sofa and took off her killer shoes. Barb took her bag into the bedroom and came out offering Maxine a drink. 

"So darling what'll you have? I thought a Sauvignon Blanc? There's a one here that's chilled."

Maxine nodded. "Sure that sounds great."

Barb handed her the glass and they sat down together on the sofa overlooking the stunning harbour. Barb clinked her glass against Maxine's.

"To my darling Max. Emerging as a sexy butterfly under my very eyes."

Maxine blushed. "And to you Barb. My dearest friend who bought the biggest dildo I've ever seen!"

Barb roared with laughter, draping her arm over the back of the sofa, her fingers brushing at Maxine's shoulder. "Oh Maxine you're such a newbie aren't you dear? How many dildos have you seen?"

Maxine felt a surge go through her as Barb's finger slipped under the strap of her singlet, the small strokes sending goose bumps to her nipples.

She shook her head. "Well...um...none. Not for real anyway. I've seen them online but—"

Barb was now chuckling at Maxine's naiveté. "I thought so! The one I bought today is certainly not the biggest I have. No, this one's just generous and pleasurable I'm sure. I love to have a dildo in my pussy when I'm cumming Maxi darling. Unless of course there's a real cock to do the job."

Maxine could see Barb watching her, to gauge her reaction. True to form Maxine blushed then took another drink of her wine, stalling, not sure where the conversation should go. 

"I'm teasing darling, come on! Let's go in the bedroom and try on some things? See what looks the best." Barb said, already half way to the bedroom.

Maxine swallowed hard; two of the outfits she'd bought had very revealing underwear and while Barb had already seen her naked somehow it seemed more risqué to be seen half dressed. 

The bedroom wasn't anything less than you'd expect from a plush hotel. The bed was wide and high with excellent quality linen, masses of large European style pillows and subtle lighting from the lamps on the nightstands. This room looked over the harbour too but Barb had pulled the sheer coverings over the stark sunlit windows and the softer light made Maxine feel a little less exposed.

"So darling, come on. Show me what you got." Barb was reclining on the bed.

Maxine put down her glass and took the vibrator out first. "This you know about."

The vibrator had a black rubber shaft and a small gold handle with three buttons for operating the speed and turning it off and on. It was about 7 inches long with about 4 inches of useable shaft with pleasure ridges and a realistic looking cock head. 

Barb smiled wickedly. "Yum! And it's your first one too. I can't believe you've never owned a vibe before darling. I got my first when I was 18."

Maxine shook her head. "Show off! I like to take things a little slower." She was grinning at Barb's teasing. Yes, she was slow to get into a more interesting sex life but she was here now and she was willing to learn.

"Says the woman who came while my husband's cock was buried in her pussy!" Guffawed Barb. 

Maxine tried her best to hide her blush this time but she could feel the heat merging inside her, making her a little breathless. Yes, Tony's cock. She'd downplayed the importance of it to John but Tony really did make her cum hard. Her pussy twitched as she thought about it and she wished for a second that John was here.

From the bag she took a tissue wrapped package and unwrapped it carefully. Barb hadn't seen these purchases as she'd been too busy choosing her own. Maxine held up a baby blue chemise with spaghetti straps and a sheer white lace bra top. There was matching white lace around the bottom with garters attached. Barb raised her eyebrows in appreciation. 

"Ooh baby that looks nice. It looks tight too, is it? Round your hips and ass? Very tasty! Did you get the stockings and panties too?"

Maxine nodded and showed her the sheer white stockings with the lace tops and the matching baby blue g-string. 

"Put it on for me darling. Let me see you in it." Urged Barb.

Maxine shook her head. "Uh uh, not until I've seen what you bought. Come on, fairs fair."

Barb rolled her eyes. "Spoil sport! Ok, well here's the dildo you saw. Go on have a feel." 

Barb tossed it across the bed to Maxine who fumbled it as it bounced on the bedding. Maxine gingerly picked up the pink cock, surprised by how smooth and soft it felt. Though stiff, there was some flexibility in the shaft. She held it by the ribbed handle and managed to barely wrap her fingers around its rubbery girth. The shaft was at least 9 inches long and the bulbous head was shaped just like a real cock but with an excess of ridges up and down the length of it. 

"What do you think Maxi? Would you like to try it?"

Maxine bit her lip and imagined this monster inside her. She felt intimidated by it's size and by it's obviousness, she slowly shook her head. 

"I'm not sure. It's kinda ugly looking and huge."

Barb chuckled. "That's all right my darling your wee vibe is a good start. I'm sure I can get you up to having your sweet pussy filled with this baby one day."

Maxine looked doubtful. 'Never say never' was her new motto because if you'd asked her a month ago if she would ever fuck Tony doggie style while she watched her best friend cum on her husband's cock, she'd have fainted. But this was a different story all together. It wasn't likely she'd ever be up for having a massive faux cock in her pussy.

"What else is there?"

Barb grinned lasciviously. "Well darling as you know I'm not a virgin about these things and I own a lot of delicious lingerie so there was no need for me to buy anything else. That is, until I saw this! I just had to have it."

Barb took out a sheer red lace off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves. The outfit looked like it was three sizes too small for her voluptuous friend. Barb saw Maxine looking doubtful. 

"It fits! I'll put it on and show you."

Maxine's eyes bugged out of her head. "You don't have to. It's ok."

Barb smirked at her. "Scared?"

"Um, no, it's just —"

Barb sighed. "Maxi baby, it's like this darling. The boys are out playing golf, we've had some drinks, a lovely day out and now its time to relax. You know what I mean don't you darling? This is our time together."

Maxine did remember. Why was she being such a chicken? Was it because John and Tony weren't here to encourage her?

"Maybe we can take some photos of each other all dressed up and text them to the boys? Would you like that? We could ask them to come back early?" suggested Barb.

Maxine relented. She was a chicken. While she would love to be brave enough to explore her friend, she just didn't feel she could without John here to watch.

"Sure. That sounds great. And I'm sorry." Maxine felt a huge sense of regret.

Barb came around the bed, still holding her dress. She wrapped Maxine in her soft embrace, smothering her in her soft creamy folds. 

"It's ok baby. We work to your time frame not mine." She kissed Maxine on the forehead and went to the bathroom.

"I'm going to put on this dress so you can send the photo to John. You put on your little blue number, with the stockings and panties too and we can send that to Tony. Sound ok?"

Maxine nodded and after Barb closed the door she stripped. She put on the white stockings first, the tight lace tops probably not needing the garters to hold them up but it looked sexier. She put on the g-string panties, slipping the thin strip into her crack, loving the feel of it rubbing on her hole. Next she put on the tight fitting blue chemise. Her breasts looked amazing in the white lace, round and full and she could easily see her nipples. She attached the garters and looked at herself in the mirror at the end of the bed. She had to admit she looked hot. 

Barb called out. "Maxi, are you ready honey?"

"Yeah sure am." She hastily grabbed her clothes and threw them, with the shopping bag into the corner of the room, leaving the vibrator on the bed.

Barb came out. "Ta dah!" She said, as she turned in a circle for Maxine to view her from every angle. 

"What do you think?"

Maxine's mouth fell open. Before her was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Barb's long dark hair was in a tumble about her naked shoulders. The sheer red dress did indeed fit but it was a tight fit and it stopped just below her hips, not even covering her full thighs. Barb's large round bust was clearly stretching the lace to its capacity, her nipples pressing up against the scarlet fabric. Maxine could see Barb didn't have panties on, her bare mons pressed up against the lace, her cleft just visible. From behind, Barb's full hips and great ass were encased in the luscious dress but if she bent over Maxine would've been able to see her pussy. Maxine wanted to run her hands over her friend. To trace the outline of the flower motifs embossed into the lace. 

"Jesus Barb," Maxine finally uttered, "that's so hot. You look amazing."

Barb squealed in delight. "I know! It feels amazing Maxi. The lace is soft and sensual. I feel like stroking myself all over!" 

Barb sauntered slowly over to where Maxine was standing, stuck in place like a deer caught in headlights.

"Baby girl, I love this on you." Barb was stroking the front of Maxine's chemise with both her hands. She worked up the soft blue fabric until her fingers were tracing circles around the fullness of Max's breasts and without warning she pinched both Maxine's nipples. As Maxine gasped in surprise Barb covered her mouth with her own and thrust her tongue inside her, this time brushing Maxine's hard sensitive nipples with her thumbs. 

Maxine was awash with emotions. One part of her was thrilled the other shaken. Barb continued to kiss her and she couldn't help put her hands on Barb's hips. The lace was soft under her fingers and soon she was kissing Barb back, her own small hands cupping Barb's tits, stoking her thumbs over her nipples, mimicking her. 

They both broke off their kiss, breathless. Barb's eyes were hooded and dark with passion and Maxine could only imagine they reflected her own.

"Mmm, Maxi darling, you're making my pussy wet. Let's get these photos to the boys then if you like we could continue what we started? Mm?"

Maxine just nodded her head slowly. Barb got her mobile phone from her purse and turned to her. 

"Baby stand over by the desk would you? Put your leg up on the chair and spread it wide. That's it, perfect. Put your hand on your knee like you're holding it open for me. Mmm. Good. And your other hand? Mmm, not there. No. On the desk behind you. That's it. Ooh Maxi I can see your pussy's wet baby. Mmm. Now hold it. Perfect."

Maxine looked at the photo Barb had taken. She did look good. The outfit fitted her perfectly and with her thighs spread you could see a wet patch on the satin panties. Maxine went to take the phone off her.

"Your turn. On the bed don't you think?" Maxine asked.

Barb pulled the phone away. 

"In a minute sweetie. I want another one. Go back to the desk and bend over but look over your shoulder at me. Go on! Oh Maxi, that looks so good. The garters are stretched over your ass so tight I just want to snap them onto your luscious cheeks! It looks so good with that thong in your ass. Keep still...there. That should do it."

Maxine watched as Barb texted the photos to Tony. The two men were together so they'd both see them. In her minds eye she could already see John's thick hard on as he looked at the slutty photos. She felt her pussy leak a little more as she thought of his stiff length pounding her or maybe Barb? 

Barb handed her the phone. "I'll do the same shots for John."

Barb leaned against the desk and lifted her leg onto the chair, her hand pulling her knee back, displaying herself. Her pussy exposed, her clit protruding through her soft bare cleft. When Maxine told her she'd taken the shot, Barb bent over the desk and copied Maxine's sultry look over her shoulder. Maxine's hands shook a little as she tried to take a good photo. Barb's legs were spread and the dress had ridden half way up her ass, the tight red lace digging into her fleshy bottom. With her legs spread, Barb's ass hole and pussy were showing and Maxine zoomed in so the frame was filled with a close up of her sex. She could make out the glistening of moisture on Barb's fleshy pink outer lips. Barb was as turned on as she was.

She texted it to John with the message, "We've started without you!"

Barb laughed and said. "That'll get them here for sure!"

She put the phone down on the table and turned back to Maxine who looked nervous. 

"Maxi, did you want to carry on where we left off? We could just try a couple of things?"

Maxine thought about it for a second, then agreed. There was no reason not to. She'd been dreaming of licking Barb's pussy for weeks and now it was here, and it was wet and she was wet. She'd get Barb to show her how to use the vibrator and maybe, just maybe the dildo.

They held each other for a bit, both stroking each others back and ass. Barb pulled on the garters and giggled as Maxine jumped at the sharp sting of the tight elastic.

"Ow!" She cried. 

"It would feel good if Tony's cock was in you and he did that Maxi. A little bit of pain while you're being pleasured is mind-blowing."

She ground her hips into Maxine's, her hands pulling Max's ass cheeks apart. 

"What would you like to do, Maxi? You wanted to lick my pussy last time. Do you want to now?"

Maxine blushed for the hundredth time that day. "Ah...I think...um...I think I'd like to." She whispered. 

Barb groaned and kissed her hard, her tongue again seeking hers, jostling and thrusting inside Maxine's mouth. Maxine's pussy was dripping, soaking her satin g-string. She longed to bury herself into Barb, to have Barb bury herself in her!

The women pulled apart. Barb looked at Maxine with desire.

"Maxi I think we should take this to the bed." She panted.

Maxine walked on unsteady legs and collapsed, grateful to have something solid under her, the wet crotch of her panties pressing into her hot pussy.




The Dinner Party Ch. 02



"Wait just a minute. I'll be back." Barb collected the vibrator and the dildo taking them with her. 

Maxine was still recovering from their passionate kiss when Barb returned with both toys.

"Cleaned and ready to go." Barb put the toys on the nightstand and sat next to Maxine on the bed. Barb's phone dinged with a text.

"It's from Tony. He says they're on their way. Look!" Barb showed her the phone. There was a picture of two erect wet cocks.

Maxine was frowning. "Why are they wet?"

Barb laughed. "Tony says they've finished their round and they've showered at the club so when they come in they can fuck us senseless!"

Maxine felt her nipples harden. "Oh wow!" 

"We should get a move on Maxi." 

Barb kissed her shoulder and flicked the tip of her tongue up the side of her neck. Just to confuse Maxine even more she was also stroking her thigh, slipping her finger under the garter, her nail brushing the inside of Maxine's leg. Barb lifted Max's knee and draped it over her own. Maxine was now spread wide open. Barb looked down and pressed against the wet patch on her panties. Maxine inhaled sharply as she felt Barb's finger delve into her cleft through her panties.

Maxine nodded. "Um Barb? I'm not sure."

Barb smiled and brushed her finger along Maxine's jaw, holding her chin and kissing her lightly on the mouth, her tongue wetting Maxine's lips.

"Baby, we'll just go with the flow. You know what you like when John's playing with your pussy right? Well it's like that but softer and sweeter. Come on. Let's just start and see what happens."

Barb stood and peeled her dress off revealing her round soft curves. Maxine's mouth was dry. Barb looked as magnificent as she did that first night they fucked together. Except better because Max would have her all to herself. 

The women moved to the middle of the bed and lay together kissing and stroking each other. Barb took hold of Maxine's hand and covered her breast with it.

"Maxine honey, treat my tits really rough, the harder the better. Squeeze them and knead them won't you baby? Mmm, that's it. That's so good. Honey suck on my nipples. Don't be gentle, bite them, yes, pull on them. Yes...ah...yes—"

Maxine did as she was told. She kneaded Barbs tits as roughly as she could, absolutely sure the fleshy mounds could handle it. The soft fragrant skin was amazing in her hands and Maxine felt herself getting hot. She nervously bent her head to Barb's nipple sucking it into her mouth, with Barbs words of instruction in her ear, she tentatively bit down, Barb moaned, so she bit even harder and then pulled at the cherry sized nub pressing her lips down on the tip. Barb cried out and wrapped her leg over Maxine's thigh, grinding her bare pussy against the lace of Max's chemise.

"Oh yes, Maxi, yes baby. That's it. Make my pussy wet baby!"

Maxine did the same to Barb's other breast, realising that no matter what she did or how rough she was, Barb was crying out in excitement. She sucked and plucked and pulled and bit, kneaded and mauled her breasts.

Barb was panting hard, her own fingers had found their way to Maxine's nipples, pinching them lightly through the sheer lace. Both women were moaning and sighing.

"Maxi baby? I need your tongue on my pussy...now."

Maxine felt butterflies in the depths of her belly. This was it. This was her moment to finally taste Barb, to slip her tongue into her best friend. Maxine felt weak with desire but as Barb pushed her shoulders down towards her cleft Maxine felt her own pussy, now drenched, ache with the need of someone's mouth.

Barb lay on her back, her legs spread wide. 

Maxine moved between her thighs, kissing up and down the soft upper-most crease of her legs. She was now only an inch from Barb's creamy smooth cleft. It was extraordinary to see so much of her. Her full outer labia, the inner labia lips, fleshy and dark and the ruby tip of her clit. Barb's lips and clit were shiny and wet. Maxine hesitated and Barb encouraged her.

"Maxi, dip your tongue into me darling. Come on. Slide it up and down. Just how you like it, I'm no different from you, come on baby."

Maxine breathed in the sweet musk of her sex, pulled her outer lips apart exposing her, then closed her eyes and tentatively slipped her tongue between the folds of Barb's pussy. As Barb moaned Maxine slipped her tongue up and down Barb's slit, feeling the soft nub of her clit, her smooth entrance and the ridge down to her perineum. Barb cried out, her thighs tightening, her hips thrusting into Maxine's face. 

"Oh Max...yes...yes. Maxi, flick my clit, suck it darling."

Maxine's first taste of Barb's sweet pussy was out of this world. Hearing Barb's cries and having Barb push her slit into Maxine's face made Max want to please her even more. She covered Barb's clit with her mouth and sucked the sensitive nub, rubbing her tongue over the surface, pushing the hood back to find the sweet spot.

Barb was writhing under her mouth, panting. Maxine wet her index finger and ran it around the entrance to Barb's pussy. John did that to her when they fucked and she loved it. She continued to flick at Barb's clit while she just slowly massaged her hole and as Barb groaned, Maxine thrust her finger deep inside her friend. 

"Oh yeah...yeah...oh Maxi."

Maxine was unrelenting, twisting her finger inside her, stroking her walls, rubbing against her g-spot. If Barb liked it a little rough Maxine wanted to do this for her. She slid in her middle finger, then her ring finger and thrust them in and out of Barb's now very juicy wet pussy. Barb was clenching her walls against Max's fingers. Maxine thought she was close to cumming but wanted to take it further. How to ask? She stopped her assault on her pussy.

"Barb...honey? Barb?"

Barb's eyes were glazed, her thighs were twitching and she had her nipples in a firm grasp, pulling at them.

"Mmm?"

"Barb, I ... do we ... can we...you know...the dildo?"

Barb smiled at Maxine with glee. "Ooh yeah. If you want to I'd love it!. Oh Max, yes"

Maxine reached across and grabbed the monster in her small hands. It felt heavy and ungainly in her grip. She wasn't sure it was such a good idea. 

"Barb?"

"Just slide it between my lips baby. Go on, it's ok. Yes...yes...That's it. Oh yeah, hold it there and ... oh God! Yes...just hold it there and...ahh...twist it into me darling. That's it. Yes. It'll fit, just...ahhh...twist...yes and now...Oh Fuck! Push it inside me."

Barb cried aloud as Maxine thrust the rubber cock hard into Barb's pussy. Maxine was agog at the way Barb's cunt opened up to take it. Her lips were stretched wide and as Maxine thrust it in and out of her, slick with Barb's pussy cream, she felt an overwhelming sense of power and control. 

"Oh Max, darling. Is it good baby?"

Maxine understood what it was Barb wanted. She pressed Barb's knees open. "Barb your pussy is so wet. It's full of cock. It looks so good. I just wish I could fuck you for real." 

"Oh God Maxi! Oh God!"

Maxine, buoyed by her new sense of power became more confident. The ridges around the sides of the cock seemed to add to Barb's enjoyment so Maxine used short hard jabs back and forth across the sensitive entrance to her pussy. This made Barb writhe and call out, fuck yes, oh yes, over and over. Every now and then she'd pull the mammoth dick out of Barb, leaving only the head just inside her and then she'd thrust it back in 'til it reached the hilt of the dildo. 

Max scrambled to her knees, her stockings rasping on the bedding. She continued to thrust the cock in and out of Barb but with her free hand she rubbed against Barb's clit, hard and fast. Barb's eyes flew open.

"Yes Maxi, yes, that's it baby, fuck me honey, fuck me hard, I love it. Love it."

Barb's face contorted and her mouth opened wide as she let out a loud wail. Her ass and pussy clenched momentarily and Maxine pushed the dildo in harder, making Barb scream, as her pussy tried to push back. Maxine didn't stop just because Barb was cumming, she continued to pound and stretch her pussy with the massive dick and thrash her clit, pinching it as hard as she could. 

Soon Barb brushed Max's fingers off her clit, crying and panting, yes, yes, yes. Max kissed her belly as she slid the dildo from inside Barb. She lightly flicked her tongue over Barb's gaping hole, catching her pussy juice as it leaked out of her. She climbed over Barb's legs and lay down next to her, watching as her breathing slowed and she finally stopped panting. She tentatively reached for one of Barb's nipples, the large nub straining for attention. She rolled it between her thumb and finger, just squeezing it every now and then. Barb's eyes were closed and she would sigh occasionally.

Eventually Barb turned to Maxine and kissed her, holding her in her arms. 

"Maxi darling, how was it? Did you like it? Hmm?"

Maxine snuggled into Barb's arms, placing small kisses on her neck and stroking her hands up and down Barb's soft warm back. 

"Barb I loved it. It was so...um, nice? No that's wrong. It was...amazing. I felt so good when I was fucking you with the dildo. I felt so in control and powerful, like you were mine and I could do whatever I wanted with you." Maxine hadn't stopped for a breath. Her words tumbled out of her in a rush. She was so invigorated by what they'd just done.

Barb hugged her harder. "It felt good too Maxi. You were wonderful. Your tongue on my pussy, the way you fucked me with your fingers and then the dildo! Oohh." Barb shuddered. "My pussy is still so wet." She groaned.

There was a knock at the door startling both women. 

"Barb?" whispered Maxine.

"It's ok. Just wait here." 

Barb scrambled off the bed and grabbed the robe from behind the door. She closed it after her. Maxine could hear her talking, the voices too hushed for her to hear anything. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean the dildo. As she soaped the length and stroked it up and down she trembled remembering it sliding in and out of Barb's pussy. Delicious!

The bedroom door opened and Barb came in, closing it behind her again. She took off the robe and collected her dress, slipping into it again.

"Who was it?" Asked Maxine, putting the clean dildo on the nightstand again.

Barb grinned slyly. "It's John and Tony. They're gagging to get in here. I told them to wait while we get ourselves ready. You should see them, their cocks are almost splitting their pants!"

Maxine wondered why on earth John hadn't busted down the door to get in here. If he knew what she'd just done he would be in here in a heartbeat, bending her over the bed to fuck her. 

"Did you tell them what we did?" she asked quietly.

Barb shook her head. "No way! Jeez they'd be in here trying to fuck us. I'm not ready for that yet. No, I want to have a little play with you before they put their cocks inside your sweet pussy."

Maxine almost fainted as Barb said those words. Her sweet pussy? Barb wanted to play with her sweet pussy? It hadn't occurred to Maxine that she would. She only ever thought about how much she wanted a taste of Barb!

"Me? You want to...um...go down on me?" Asked Maxine hesitantly.

"Shit yes!" Exclaimed Barb. "Baby I want to get that vibrator you bought and show you what a great way it is for you to cum."

Maxine's panties were sodden. She undid the garters and slipped them off. 

"Barb, can I take this off?" Maxine was all ready half-out of her chemise. Barb's eyes were dark and glistening.

"If you want to but leave those stockings on. I think John's gonna cream himself when he sees you on your knees with those tight lace tops biting into your thighs."

Maxine lay on the bed and Barb came over next to her. She kissed her on the mouth and Maxine matched her pressure, kissing her back. Barb's soft lips were so delicious, her kisses melted her from the inside out.

"Ok sweetie, pass me your new friend." 

Barb took the vibrator from her and turned it on. It started buzzing and Barb grinned wider. She placed it on the tip of Maxine's hard nipple and she jumped on the bed, crying out in surprise. 

"It's ok Max. Just lie back and concentrate on where you can feel the sensations. It'll be important cos wherever you feel this, that's where we're gonna go next."

Maxine shut her eyes and put her arms over her head, her hands resting on the bed head behind. 

"So baby, where do you feel it now?"

Maxine sighed in delight. "My nipples, my breasts...ahh...my belly and ... and...yes...my pussy. But deep inside my pussy." She squirmed, grinding her ass into the mattress under her.

Barb kissed both her nipples, taking turns by licking the tip that wasn't being thrilled by the mechanical cock. She kissed the undersides of Maxine's soft breasts.

"Mm, Tony and John are both so very lucky to have had you on their cocks Maxi."

Maxine threw her leg up and over Barb's thigh. Barb bit her lightly on the nipple and Maxine almost came. She gasped and flashed a look at her friend. Barb's face was flushed.

"Sorry, couldn't help it. You look so hot. I'm holding back but I so want to come again." She whispered huskily.

Barb moved the vibrator down the centre of Max's body, pausing to dip into her belly button, pressing into it deeply. The vibrations ran through the very core of Maxine and she could feel the moisture from inside her releasing to wet her ass cheeks.

"Ok baby, here goes." 

Barb rolled the vibrator down over her hairy mons, swirling it around and around, the trimmed hairs, up and down the dip between her thigh and pussy. Maxine reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips, moaning and pleading with her to stop and put it on her clit. The ache was so intense in her pussy she thought she'd die without some attention.

Barb chuckled and pressed the soft rubber onto her clit, swishing it back and forth across the slippery nub. Maxine panted, crying out again and again, calling Barb's name. Barb wasn't listening she had her mouth attached to one of Maxine's nipples crushing it between her teeth and lips. The fire that surged through Maxine was enough and as Barb continued to flick the vibrator up and down her slit, pausing every now and then to thrust at her hole, Maxine came. 

"Oh God Barb, Barb, Barb...don't stop...please don't stop...ahhhhhh...."

"That's it baby. Cum for me Maxi. Get your pussy ready for John's big cock baby. That's it, get really wet cos he's gonna fuck you so hard darling. Tony's waiting for your pussy too honey. He's stroking his cock now thinking about fucking you. I want to suck John's cum from your hot tight cunt Maxi. Come on baby."

Maxine was thrashing her head from side to side. Her brain overloaded with her climax and images of cocks, and wet pussies, hers and Barbs, of cocks covered in cum. Of her pussy being fucked by both men and Barb licking her clean. 

Barb turned off the vibrator as Maxine came down from her high. She lay quietly and just lightly stroked her arm, leaning over her watching her face. Maxine could feel her gaze on her and she grinned, finally opening her eyes.

"Barb, that was so...I don't know what to say. It was so good."

Barb grinned and kissed Maxine's cheek.

"Baby you got a vibrator now so use it. All the time. Get John to use it on you. Use it on yourself. And use it on your ass too. You liked it when Tony played with your ass remember? Do it with the vibrator."

Maxine pulled Barb's luscious mouth to hers and they kissed gently, each woman taking a turn at tasting the other. Barb pulled away first and Maxine felt a surge of regret that their time together was over.

"Baby our horny men are waiting on us. Come on. "

Maxine looked at Barb in her red lace dress. "I should put something on."

"What you need is heels darling. Go to the wardrobe and get my patent white ones. They're a little high but they'll do the job." 

Maxine took Barb's shoes and slipped them on her feet. They were a perfect fit and higher than anything Maxine had worn before. She practised walking around the room, her hips swaying seductively from side to side, her swollen pussy lips rubbing against each other, stirring the heat inside her again.

"What do you think Barb? Am I ok just in stockings and heels?" Asked Maxine.

Barb whistled. "Hot Maxi, damn hot. I can see your pussy lips, all slippery and...oh God...so fucking delicious looking. Your hot ass and gorgeous tits. Tony and John are gonna cum in their pants just seeing you like this. Come on let's put them out of their misery."

"Barb, wait." Maxine stopped her friend at the door. "After Tony and John have fucked me will you promise to lick their cum from my pussy?" Maxine asked shyly

Barb gasped. "Oh yes baby, my pleasure, I can't wait. Come on."

Barb looked at the clock beside the bed, 6:30pm. It was going to be a long hard night.







She'd recently given herself a make over trying a new shorter haircut, sexier clothes and high heels. To really shake things up her husband John had fucked Barb while Tony, Barb's husband fucked Maxine doggy style on the same bed. It was wild and she still trembled as she remembered Tonys cock inside her. 

Once the excitement of their sexual experimentation was over and John had fucked the gorgeous Barb, he'd admitted to being anxious about what they'd done, explaining that Tony had given Maxine orgasms he thought only he could give her. She pointed out he was being hypocritical as Barb had made him cum and she'd not minded. It had taken some reassurances and more than a few love-making sessions of their own for him to realise that Maxine wasn't going to leave him, that she was just as committed to their relationship as ever before. More so actually as she was finding out whom she was becoming and including him on the ride.



The Dinner Party Ch. 03



"Coffee anyone!" Tiffy threw back her golden locks and beamed through her baby blue eyes, carefully remade up from the mess of her tears.

She marched in and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Husband Terry and Gina were on the sofa, Jeremy in the chair by the fire, she daren't look at HIM yet…

"Milk, cream, sugar?" She turned to her husband.

Jeremy Stern watched her breezy performance with admiration, his hands together as if in prayer, forefingers pointing up to heaven before his cleft chin. 

Outwardly contemplating, inwardly in a frenzy of excitement.

Was this possible? Was this evening to be the culmination of his dreams? 

Would this loving, petite wife, whose tight little cunt he had just violated in the kitchen, take up his twisted offer as spelt out by Gina?

Was it possible that this angelic model, so child-like yet sensually lithe and with such enchantingly innocent freckled face - could she be persuaded to drug her own dear husband enter his sinister clutches in the space of just a few hours? It was an ambition he had held for many years. The ultimate conquest his hunter- mind could conjure.

He had, of course, acquired over the years a number of ways to ‘persuade' ambitious, loving 'exec ' wives to submit to his depravities in repayment for their lavish lifestyles - but never had he tried to complete this task over the course of just one dinner party - and in front of her unsuspecting spouse too.

It normally took weeks of cajoling, threatening and tempting to secure his first fuck. Even longer to obey his every command.

He remembered the endless covert meetings with Gina Walker before claiming her superbly, well endowed body. Her tears at cheating on her husband George were now a thing of distant memory and she was now the most enthusiastic of whores for him on her monthly visits, even helping him now to achieve another plaything for his jaded pleasure.

He watched Terry sip his coffee.

Time ticked painfully on as he picked up his own cup, admiring her steady hand as she offered it to him.

It occurred to him that maybe His coffee could have the pill in it… he drank.

His balls clenched in the thrill, the danger, the sheer daring of his plan.

Tiffy stood, knees shaking beside the coffee table. Even her endless ‘first night' jitters on stage had not prepared her for this moment. 

She sipped her own drink, her eyes darting between the two men, her darling Terry and the hawk nosed, silver haired man, who had spun her world upside down and into chaos.

She knew at that moment how much she loved him - she would do anything for Terry, for their happiness.

Terry started to yawn.

Almost immediately Gina looked at her watch.

"Gee, is that the time." She rose and put her hand out to Jeremy. "We've got to go darling, it's gone midnight! We are keeping these good people up far too late."

Jeremy rose slowly and followed the two girls and Terry out to the front door. His dark eyes watched Tiffy's taut buttocks jostle under her tight skirt and couldn't suppress a grin of fierce anticipation.

"It's been a pleasure, Terry. What a charming wife you have - handy at the dinner table and fantastic in the kitchen as well!" He quipped. "She will be a great asset to your future career, I'm certain."

Terry smiled. The evening had been a great success, he thought.

"And she's very accomplished I the living room too." He proclaimed, proud of her social skills.

"I'm sure we shall find that out all to soon." He shook his employees hand. "Come by my office tomorrow and we can discuss that promotion. Sleep well."

"Great. Thanks for coming." Terry beamed.

"Our pleasure. Good night." They walked to their car.

Terry closed the door and turned to his wife.

"Did you hear that, darling. We are made!"

"Yes, sweetheart."

"You don't sound too pleased." He took her in his arms. "It's what we have worked for - and I do believe we have cracked it!"

Tiffy smiled sadly. "Yes darling." She pulled away, hiding the dampness I her eyes. "You go up, I'll just clear up."

"I do feel exhausted. Don't be long."

Tiffy watched him stagger upstairs, went to the kitchen and poured a large glass of wine, downing it in one.

She sighed deeply. 

Returning to the hall she went upstairs and crept into their bedroom. Terry was out on the bed naked. His clothes a shapeless mass on the carpet.

He had just made it before the slipping into oblivion.

She tucked him in gently then walked to the bathroom. 

Returning she stood, framed in the light as she leant against the doorway, naked except for her high heels and stockings as promised. She closed the bedroom door quietly and went back downstairs to the front door. 

Drawing a large breath, she opened it to the night.

-Flash-

Blinded she put her hands to her eyes. "W what's that for?"

Gina smiled. "He likes a little reminder of your compliance." She marched in from the dark holding a camera. "Insurance if you like."

Tiffy gasped. Horrified that her situation was to be immortalised in celluloid. Then as her eyes adjusted she gaped stupidly at the bizarre sight grinning before her

Gina was stripped down to only her ‘Parisian' corset, tarty fishnet stockings and black patent leather thigh length boots. Her large breasts pushed out over her pinched waist, the dish-like brown aureoles and button nipples rock hard from waiting in the cold. Her thick pubic hair looked slick and damp, framed by the suspender belts .

Seeing Tiffy's eyes glued to her crotch, she smiled. "He's been amusing himself with me whilst he was waiting. Mmmmm!" 

Both girls stared at Jeremy as he marched past them and went straight to the living room and sat on the sofa. They followed silently.

"Right! On your knees, Tiffany Stevens."

Gina pushed the still stunned youngster to her knees before him. He produced a gold ring with a black, heavy crest and held it before her.

"Take off your wedding ring and wear this each time you are called."

Tiffy took the ring and swapped rings on her wedding finger, forcing a sob as she deposited her gold band on the table.

-Flash-

"What you do when wearing this ring has no bearing on your other life with Terry." He proclaimed solemnly. "This time is like a play - an acting part if you like - you will feel no guilt. You will obey me in whatever I ask. Willingly and with enthusiasm or you will be punished severely.

-Whish!-

Tiffy yelped as her bottom received a totally unexpected painful stroke from behind.

Gina stood behind her, legs apart hands on hips. A riding crop dangling from her right hand.

"Hey!" Tiffy yelped. Her hand gingerly rubbing the red line that dissected her unprotected ass.

-Flash-

Gina smiled. "Good shot!" Patting her trusty camera.

"Silence!" Jeremy hissed. "Now, my dear. Come forward and take out my penis."

Tiffy fearfully looked back at him, fearing another blind attack on her behind.

She inched forward and unzipped his pants, drawing his semi erect snake from it's lair.

"Kiss it, lick it, suck it." He sat back. " Make it hard and erect as best you can, my new little slut."

Tiffy blocked out the aroma of his dried semen… and yes her own juices… that coated it and began to slide it into her mouth.

-Flash -

Tiffy hated this man forcing her to do such nasty things - yet her pussy tingled strangely at her plight. Her mind was whirling with conflicting emotions.

It quickly grew under her tongue's expert attention… she had prided herself on this at art college - it had always been better to keep her many admirers happy with a quick blow job rather than let them between her then virgin thighs … and maybe her ordeal would be over quickly if he came in her mouth, not her treacherously moist bald cunt.

He was groaning now, thrusting his veined cock deep down her throat as he grabbed her curly locks and pumped rhythmically.

"Look up at me when you do service to my erection, Mrs Stevens. Look like you are enjoying it." He ordered.

She looked up into his dark, unfathomable eyes and managed a weak smile.

-Flash -

Tiffy no longer noticed the camera taking proof of her downfall. 

She had been pained by his use of her surname, reminding her of times happily devouring Terry's cock. His loving face briefly flooded her mind but she blocked out her guilt - he was right, she could play the part of a slut, still keep the horror of his abuse safely within the professional walls of her acting experience. 

"She gasped, wrenched from her thoughts, as dainty, warm hands were placed on her upturned ass.

"What the….?"

. A smooth face and…. The electric dance of a Woman's tongue flicked at her over-sensitive clit.

Gina's nose rummaged between her clenched cheeks as she experienced a Woman's tender caress of her most private parts for the first time… it felt so nice, so intimate, so reassuringly knowledgeable to her mounting needs that the initial shock soon passed.


A finger curled into her tight puffy labia, then a second. She spread her legs apart to accommodate them, now eagerly wanting more from the waves of her mounting orgasm.

Tiffy was oblivious to the winks of joy from her attackers above her, as they celebrated her submission to their demands.

"Why, you are an amazingly sensual Woman, Tiffany - once we rip that prim layer from you." Taunted Jeremy Stern, lifting her flaming face from its work and inserting two fingers into her still sucking lips, like a baby.

"Yes you are quite a find - child and whore - all wrapped up in such a delightfully sexy little package!" 

He leant forward and pulled on her dangling pert breasts, extending the nipples as far as he dared before twisting them painfully between thumb and forefinger.

Tiffany groaned but still sucked dutifully on his fingers, her mind now absorbed in the inner high pitched scream of her mounting orgasm. Each tongue lash between her gaping labia drew a gasp of pleasure from her…

"Let's change ends." He finally motioned to Gina, who happily sat on the sofa while Mr. Stern positioned himself between the lewdly bucking arch of Tiffy's hungry thighs.

"My turn, honey." Gina thrust Tiffy's startled face between her hot, gushing mound. 

" Well, suck it, bitch!" She demanded. "Time to learn how to give rather than receive!"

She was rewarded with a tentative probe from Tiffy's tongue…

Jeremy was more turned on than he had been for years. This pretty young wife was turning out to be a gold mine. Her complete abdication to his will spelt big bucks for him and the company.

His best clients would pay mega bucks for such a gorgeous, sexy young girl, whose faultless petite body would drain the balls of even the most ancient or jaded punter.

Of course, I shall have my exclusive fun with her first.' He thought.

He rammed his prick deep into the spasming sheath of her tight cunt, enjoying the squeal, then the resignation as he withdrew, then slammed back inside that heavenly, velvet coated tunnel.

He grunted his lust and began to smack her reddening bottom to the time of his impalement, his fevered mind lost to the basic rhythm of his onslaught.

His pig-like eyes wandered over her sweat-streaked, muscled back straining to stay on hands and knees between her captors -

He admired her limp, golden-haired head, held between the pumping thighs of Gina as she snarled her orgasms into the girl's drenched face.

His fevered mind, now completely disjointed, wandered back and to the prize he always coveted most. It was time for the final conquest.

The puckered virgin hole moved atop her swivelling hips invitingly.

He could resist no longer. 

His semen boiled like a twenty one year old, bubbling, ready to explode in cascades inside his new toy.

She bucked wildly and screamed muffled obscenities at him as he forced the thick cone of his throbbing cock between the strong muscles of her rear portal.

Ginny held the trembling Tiffy in her grasp as he worked his twitching member deep into the bowels of her protesting butt and howled like the wolf he was, letting her clenching walls drain him of his hot, pumping seed.

The three heaving bodies collapsed together in a whirlpool of exhausted flesh… Jeremy Stern resting his cheek and fondling her freshly conquered and tender round behind, Gina stroking Tiffy's sweat drenched head on her lap.

The end



The Dinner Party Ch. 03



This story continues directly from Ch 02 so if you're reading this and feel like it's missing a back story...you're right! 

My thanks to Gary for editing this for me. Again his suggestions and direction have been of great benefit to the story.

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Barb took Maxine's hand and the two women walked through to the adjoining lounge room. Maxine felt wonderful, her body still buzzing from the extraordinary climax Barb had given her with the vibrator. She could feel her swollen pussy lips rubbing on the tops of her thighs as she swayed her hips seductively in the heels Barb had loaned her. 

Tony and John were seated on the sofa drinking whiskey, both looking horny and anxious. John leapt to his feet as the two women appeared from the master suite. 

"Max! Fuck you look amazing." He uttered.

Maxine went to him and she folded into his arms. John kissed her neck, inhaling her aroma.

"You smell of pussy baby. Mmm, so good." 

John ground his hips against Maxine's, his hands tracing the slim lines of her back before grabbing her tight ass. He lifted her, spreading her thighs and she clung to him, her legs around his waist as they kissed. John's tongue thrust into her mouth tasting her. He growled.

"Fuck! Max...you taste like pussy! Max? Did you...?"

Max smiled broadly at John's disbelief and nodded. 

Maxine gazed at her husband with half closed eyes. "It was so beautiful."

John buried his face under her chin kissing and licking her neck and chest, grinding her pussy onto his waist. Maxine was giggling and holding him tight. She looked over at Barb straddling Tony on the couch; her legs spread as he fingered her pussy. 

"Tell me Barb. Did you and Maxi fool around baby? Hmmm? Did Maxi lick your pussy...Barb? Your clit is so big, did she suck on your big clit Barb!" Tony growled. 

Tony was swirling his fingers inside Barb, her hands were behind her on his knees flexing her hips forward to push his finger deeper inside her. Barb groaned, her lacy dress was bunched at her waist exposing her beautiful ass.

"Oh yeah Tony, come on baby, harder baby. Yes, yes...ahh...ahhhoh God."

Barb flung herself forward and clung to Tony's neck smothering him in her fleshy tits, humping his fingers up and down.

"Oh Tony it was good. Maxi fucked me with my...dildo. She was so good. I...came...so...ah...hard!"

Maxine felt John stiffen as Barb confessed their lovemaking session. She looked down at him, terrified for a moment that he'd be jealous, that he'd think she had betrayed their marriage. One look at his dark passion filled eyes changed her mind.

"Oh God Max." John groaned. "You fucked Barb? Did you? God I would've loved to have seen that baby." 

John lowered Max to her feet and led her to the sofa. He gently pushed her to her knees, her naked ass in the air. Maxine gazed at Barb and Tony and they smiled lovingly at her. She leaned over and kissed Barb, their tongues flicking over each other. She then kissed Tony slowly and passionately, enjoying the sweet whiskey taste of his mouth. He was soft and tender, his tongue tasting Barb's pussy on her lips. 

John stroked her back and ass cheeks, running his hands down her thighs to her stockings. 

"Baby, spread yourself for me." He demanded softly. 

Maxine did as she was told. John knelt behind her and slid his tongue between her swollen thick wet lips, sliding his tongue up and down her slit, to her asshole like Tony had done weeks before. Maxine closed her eyes and whimpered as he lubricated her entire sex. 

John's hands were gripping her ass cheeks, spreading Max's soft globes, plunging his tongue in and out of her. She heard him swear under his breath and felt him stand. She looked over her shoulder and watched as he shucked off his clothes. 

"Fuck Max you look so good." He groaned.

He stroked her cunt lips apart with his cock head and Max rocked her hips back onto him. Without any tenderness he thrust his rigid length into her dripping cavern. Maxine grunted at the unexpected force from her usually loving and gentle husband. She could feel her outer lips spreading around the tight hot girth of him, his length stretching her tight pussy walls. 

"Max...you're...so wet." John murmured huskily.

He gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them again, his thumbs pressing on both sides of her sensitive puckered hole, not entering her, just rimming her gently as he thrust into her, long and slow.

"You like this baby? Don't you? Me playing with your ass?"

"Yes John, I love it. I love it honey." She said breathlessly.

Tony manoeuvred Barb onto her knees too and both men were fucking their wives slowly, side by side. Barb held Maxine's hand in her own as their husbands filled them with their swollen dicks. Maxine's breasts were swinging under her and she longed to have them pulled and pinched. She wished she had the vibrator so she could press it onto her aching clit.

"Tony, swap?" Asked John hoarsely. 

Maxine was surprised. 

Barb grinned. "Ooh yeah John. You want to put your hot cock in my pussy don't you? Maxi fucked me good and hard with my dildo baby, are you gonna make me cum too?" She taunted.

John groaned and pulled his wet dick from Maxine and she watched as Tony slipped from Barb. The men swapped places and Maxine felt her pussy twitch and clench in anticipation. John slid his cock into Barb and massaged her fleshy ass cheeks, grinding himself into her dripping snatch, thrusting and grinding as Barb encouraged him.

Tony lay over Maxine's back, his dick wet with Barb's creamy pussy juices, brushing up against her frustrated clit. Tony reached for her soft nipples, rubbing them back and forth, kneading her dangling tits. Maxine growled as he found the nubs with his finger and thumb, squeezing her tender buds, pulling them out and twisting them. 

"Oh Maxi baby, you look so hot. I love you in stockings." Tony was whispering in Maxine's ear. His warm breath sending tingles down her neck to her firm tits. Tony pinched the ends of both nipples gasping with her, enjoying her ecstasy too, his cock springing up to bounce off her hairy mons. 

"The photos you sent got me so hard Max. I wanted to slide my cock into you as soon as I got here. Waiting has been agony." 

Maxine clasped Barb's hand tighter and arched her back as the pain in her nipples shot through her belly to the depths of her pussy. She was breathless, panting as her pussy oozed warm juice over her fleshy labia, dribbling over her clit. 

John groaned is agreement. "It was...so fucking...hot...I wanted to fuck you...both. Ah God Barb, that's it, yeah baby!" John's cock battered Barb's juicy sloppy pussy as pushed back onto him. 

"Come on John, fuck my pussy baby. Fill me with your creamy cum. Fuck me, that's it. Ooh yeah. John? Stick your finger in my ass baby."

Maxine watched as John wet his finger and slid it between Barb's fabulously soft ass cheeks. Barb closed her eyes as he pushed his index finger deep inside her, her mouth opening in a sigh of pleasure.

"Oh fuck John, yes! That's it ooh yeah...yeah...can you feel your cock inside me baby? Hmmm, I can feel your big cock baby. You're so hard." Barb was fucking John with as much force as he was fucking her. She was rolling her ass in circles as John's finger probed her deeply. 

John was beyond hearing her, he was focussed on plunging his dick into her and twisting his finger in her ass, his eyes glazed. Maxine, panting as Tony crushed her nipples, could see he was going to cum and wished he'd cum in her first. 

Tony kissed Max's back and let her nipples go, her breasts dropping to hang under her. Gone was the man who gently took her a few weeks ago, conscious of her insecurities and naiveté. He held his engorged cock, rubbed it briefly up and down her slit, spreading her wetness over them both and then thrust deep, his groin pressed up against her splayed pussy lips. The hair on his thighs brushing against her, the head of his cock pressing against the top of her tight cavern. He pulled back, grunting, "yeah fucking hot" as her wetness drenched them both and slid back into her.

Maxine grunted as his length filled her completely. He grabbed her hip with one hand, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and grabbed her neck with his other hand pulling her back and forth onto his rigid tool. She was trapped as he thrust into her, over and over. Tony was unrelenting in his assault on her pussy. Maxine was overwhelmed and she moaned as Tony took her. As she felt her climax build Maxine, longed for her vibrator on her clit. Why hadn't she thought to bring it out with her? 

Maxine cried out as her belly clenched and her thighs trembled. She felt her ass tighten and the walls of her pussy heated and gushed, grasped at Tony's cock and then seemingly exploded. Wetness erupted from her and she panted deeply, moaning and calling out Tony's name as she came. 

"Tony, Tony, ah God Tony...fuck I'm cumming...oh god...oh god!"

Tony didn't slow or wait for her to finish climaxing, he just kept pounding her, her pussy giving little resistance to his raging dick. Maxine heard John cry out and glanced over at her husband. Barb had turned around to face him. 

"Cum on me John!" She cried excitedly, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

John was panting as he furiously jerked off into her face. His knees were buckling as he spurted onto her cheek, chin and finally her tongue. Barb leaned in and took his still firm dripping cock into her hot mouth and sucked him as he ground himself into her beautiful face. 

Maxine felt her pussy quivering with another climax. She'd not felt so good. 

"Oh God, Tony...I'm cumming...ah...I'm cumming again." She cried out, pressing her ass back against his hips.

Barb reached out and took Maxine's nipple and rolled it around in her fingers, tugging and twisting it. 

"Oooh Maxi baby, your titties look so good. Mm." Barb murmured.

Maxine was sobbing now. "Oh Barb, yes, yes, oooh yes, harder Barb please, harder!"

Tony cried out. "Oh fuck yes!" His hips pressed up against Maxine's lovely round ass, his cock splashing cum deep inside her. 

He squeezed the back of her neck, pulling her head so her back arched, her tits pushed into Barb's busy hands. Tony shuddered and groaned as his cock continued to fill Maxine's deep canal. Some was leaking out of her and she could feel it, warm and wet, oozing onto her outer lips.

He slid his softened cock from her silky pussy helping her to turn around as she collapsed next to Barb on the couch her ass hanging over the edge.

"Baby are you ok? You look shattered!" Barb was caressing her arms and breasts, softly brushing her fingertips over Maxine's nipples. 

Max smiled up at her darling friend. "I'm blissfully, thoroughly fucked darling."

Barb laughed and pinched Max's nipple playfully. Tony was on the other side of Maxine, stroking her silk stockings, slipping his fingers under the tight lace tops that held them up. Maxine started to kick off Barb's heels.

"No, no, keep them on!" John called out. "I love them. They look so hot."

Maxine shrugged. Barb leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Baby do you want me to lick Tony's cum out of you or wait until John cums in you as well?"

Maxine shivered at the thought of Barb's long sweet tongue sliding around her pussy, licking her clean. She turned to her friend and kissed her long and deep. She felt Tony's fingers on her nipples, gently rubbing them. She moaned quietly into Barb's mouth, both her friends, whom she loved, loved her back. 

She broke off her kiss as she felt someone push her knees apart. It was John he was looking hungrily at her messy pussy. 

"Max I want to cum in you baby. I want to fuck your pussy while it's filled with Tony's cum."

Maxine blushed. It felt like he'd read her mind. He lifted her knees and pushed them back so her ass and pussy were now open and exposed. Tony took one knee and Barb the other, spreading her wide.

"Oh fuck Max. Your pussy looks so good!" John groaned. 

Max was surprised to see his cock hard again so soon. He knelt down before her and swirled his finger in her entrance. She sighed as he rimmed her pussy hole. He scooped up some of the combined juices and spread it on her ass hole. Maxine felt heat surge around her body. 

"That feels so good John. I love it." Maxine panted.

"Mm, John, lick her hole. Lick her ass. Lick up Tony's cum, go on." Urged Barb.

John was flushed with excitement or nervousness, Maxine couldn't tell but he only hesitated a second before tonguing her asshole. And he did a fantastic job. He flattened his tongue and licked her from back to front and then back again, swirling the tip of his tongue around her ridged pleasure point. Maxine flexed her hips to meet his clever mouth, sighing and encouraging him, "yes John, god yes, that's it...oh it's so good."

Barb stroked the Maxine's thighs and ass. "John, put your cock in Maxi. Fuck her baby."

John groaned and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, looking up at Maxine through her splayed legs. 

"You taste so good."

She smiled at him. "Fuck me."

He took his erect cock and pressed the head into Maxine's succulent pussy. They both grunted as he slid into her warm depths. 

"Oh yes John, yes, you feel so fucking big. Oh God." Cried Maxine.

Barb was playing with Maxine's breast, smoothing her fingers around and around the full soft orb, plucking at her sensitive nipple. 

Maxine could feel John's throbbing dick in her sodden pussy; her mind dazed from so much pleasure. She felt Barb move away, her leg unsupported until John leaned down on the back of her thigh, holding it in place. Tony took up her nipple and continued to stroke and brush over it.

Barb was behind John stroking her fingers up and down his chest and belly. 

"Mmm John? I'm gonna play with you while you fuck Maxi."

John just grunted, his eyes not leaving Maxine's pussy. Tony's cum mixed with the creamy mixture of her own was now on her labia, mons and running down her ass crack. Tony saw it too.

"John, look that looks amazing." Tony whispered.

John closed his eyes, groaning. Maxine thought he'd cum soon. 

Tony put his fingers onto Maxine's clit and rubbed the spunk mixture into her hard nub. It was the first time since they'd started fucking that her clit had been touched and with John's cock bottoming out into her saturated cunt, Maxine came within moments. 

"Aw fuck, yes, yes, oh Tony, don't stop!" Maxine cried.

John opened his eyes in time to see Maxine cum, her face a vision of agony and ecstasy, her nipples hard, her pussy clamping around his dick. He felt Barb's slick finger stroking his crack, pausing at his asshole. He gasped as he felt her push the tip of it into him. 

"Fuck Barb! What are you doing? Jesus?"

Tony looked up. "Is she fingering your ass mate?" He asked.

John nodded, shuddering as she pressed in a little further, up to the first knuckle, her fingertip bending as she rimmed him from the inside. 

"It's good mate. Just relax and let her in." Tony murmured reassuringly.

John looked unsure but continued to thrust in and out of Maxine. His orgasm taking longer since he'd cum inside Barb. Maxine lay there exhausted.

Barb had pressed her soft lace covered body up against John's back. She was kissing him on the neck, softly nipping his shoulders, her free hand stroking his belly up and down. 

"It's ok John, it'll feel good. See, here, I'll just go in a little further...ahh...relax John...yes!" Barb whispered in his ear.

John groaned as she plunged her finger in his ass. The effect was too much and John came, crying out in disbelief, his cum filling Maxine's gaping pussy.

Maxine cried out with him. Barb pulled her finger out of his ass and kissed him on the cheek as she got up and left the room. John just continued to shudder and quake inside her.

"Oh Max." He exclaimed.

He pulled his limp cock from Max's pussy, some of their combined ooze spilling out of her to the carpet and he collapsed lying on the ground at Maxine's feet.

Tony kissed Max on the mouth, gently at first then more insistently. She sighed as she let her legs go, the muscles relaxing, the blood rushing back to her extremities. Surprisingly she could feel her pussy twitch as Tony probed her with his tongue.

"You're so gorgeous Max."

** Chapter 4 is coming...



The Dinner Party Ch. 04



Thanks again to my pal Gary for helping me out with the editing. He comes up with some great suggestions and hasn't been wrong yet! Thanks so much. I appreciate all the time you put in. You're very kind.

Chapter 4 takes up directly from Chapter 3 so please read this if you want to know the background to these couples and their story. 

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Maxine beamed. 'Help me Tony?" He leapt to his feet and pulled her up, holding her against him as she swayed on unsteady feet. 

"Where's Barb?" she asked. 

Tony shook his head. "Not sure. She went into the bedroom. I'll go find her."

Tony left her standing in the lounge room above a collapsed and exhausted John. Maxine, naked but for her stockings and heels, cum from both men trickling down her thighs, wetting her stockings, hadn't felt so good for years. 

"Hey guys come in here." Called Tony. 

John groaned and opened his eyes ravenously looking at Maxine as she towered over him. He licked his lips as he saw the copious amount of combined cum on her leg.

"Max babe? You ok?" 

Maxine grinned down at him. "I feel fantastic. You?"

John rolled onto his side and grabbed her ankle as he kissed up the inside of her calf until he got the back of her knees. He licked the silk of her stocking, his hot tongue leaving a trail of dampness. Maxine was squirming as he lapped at her, making his way to her pussy. He knelt in front of her, his hands clasped onto her ass cheeks, pressing her closer to his mouth. He nuzzled the trimmed hair on her mons, his tongue dipping into her cleft probing for her clit. 

"Come on you two!" Barb tugged Maxine away from John, leading her to the bedroom.

John scrambled to his feet. Barb had stripped off the red lace dress, her luscious curves and soft round form stirring John's semi-rigid cock to full attention again. He followed closely behind the two women. Tony was sitting on a chair just off to the side of the bed. Barb pointed to the empty chair next to Tony.

"John, sit there. Maxine asked me to do something for her today and we want you to watch."

John sat down as Maxine kicked off her heels and peeled off her stockings. She climbed to the middle of the bed, bent her knees and spread her legs wide showing herself to the two men. Tony and John leaned forward, their re-invigorated cocks laying between their legs.

Barb lay beside Maxine and stroked her fingers up and down Max's body, kissing her. A long deep sensual kiss, that was soft and gentle, both women sighing and stroking each other. Pulling away Barb looked over at John and Tony.

"We want you to watch and only join in when we ask you."

John looked disappointed but Tony sat back spread his legs and held his cock in his hand, stroking it from base to tip. He'd obviously seen something like this before. 

"You both look so beautiful." Said Tony huskily.

"I love watching you play with your cock babe." Said Barb softly. 

John immediately started to stroke his own dick and Maxine smiled at him. Barb turned her attention back to Maxine and pushed her onto her back.

"Lay back baby and enjoy." She said.

Barb cupped Max's breast in her hand and suckled on her nipple until it hardened in her mouth. Maxine was weaving her fingers in and out of Barb's luxurious dark hair, pressing her face into her breast. 

"Mmm. Yeah Barb, oh yes."

"You look wet Barb. I can see your sweet juice on your pussy lips." Said Tony quietly.

Barb looked over her shoulder at her husband. "When I'm finished with Max I want you to fuck me."

Tony grunted and stroked himself a little faster. Barb slowly kissed her way down Maxine's body, stroking and teasing her as she moved between her legs. Now both men could see Barb's soaked pussy. Barb kissed and licked Maxine's thighs.

"Mmm, I can taste cum on your thighs Maxi. It's so good." She looked over her shoulder and winked at the men.

Maxine was pulling on her nipples. She was crushing her breasts together, flicking the tips of her nipples, pinching them until she could feel the sharp pain that she'd come to love. Barb spread Max's outer lips and slipped her tongue into Max's pussy, lapping and flicking at her sloppy cum filled entrance. Maxine cried out and arched her back, desperately mauling her tits in excitement. 

"Oh Barb, yes, fuck yes, oh yes!"

She was widening her legs, clenching her ass cheeks and flexing her hips. Barb buried her face into Maxine's core, lapping and flicking her tongue over Maxine's tender pussy. Maxine rolled her head from side to side, she could feel the start of her orgasm coming from the depths of her belly and the soles of her feet. She felt like she was floating towards the beginning of her climax when she felt something hard pushing against her pussy. She looked down and saw Barb holding the dildo. She immediately protested.

"Oh Barb no! It's too big!"

Barb put the dildo down and scrambled to her knees. She stroked her hands reassuringly up over Maxine's belly and down again around her hips and thighs. 

"Shh, Maxi. It's ok. Just relax. Let me fill you baby. It'll be so good. If you hate it, we can stop but let's try."

Maxine wasn't sure. She'd loved to see the huge rubber cock in Barb but was sure it was too big for her. She bit her lip, frowning over at John. 

"John?" She asked hesitantly.

John just nodded his head. "Go on baby. It could be amazing."

"Barb won't hurt you Maxi you know that." Said Tony.

Maxine still wasn't sure. Barb called the men over.

"John? Tony? Come up here and play with her? Help relax her. I want her hot and wet, ready to cum just like before."

John and Tony didn't need to be asked twice. They climbed on the bed and lay on either side of Maxine. Max felt both their erections bumping up against her hips. She reached for them and held the velvety rods, one in each hand. She gently stroked up and down, rubbing her thumbs over the sensitive soft heads, prising the warm liquid from their holes, eliciting groans from both horny men. John turned her face to his and kissed her, seductively and slowly, his tongue sliding around in her mouth, teasing her gently. Maxine could already feel her anxiety slipping away. Then Tony cupped her breast, licked all around her nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking and nipping on the hard bud.

Maxine fell straight back into bliss, her orgasm now climbing again. She felt Barb's hand on her thighs softly spreading them open and felt again the hard rubbery head of the dildo. She instinctively tensed up and Barb stroked her again, this time covering her clit with her mouth. Maxine flexed her pussy up to meet Barb's mouth and that's when Barb twisted the monster head into Max's cunt. Maxine cried out at the intrusion. John looked down at Barb in alarm. 

"It's ok John, look." John leaned down to see the dildo in his wife. 

Maxine was panting. It didn't hurt. The initial fear she had that it would hurt was gone. It was stretching her. Really stretching her. Barb licked around the shaft and her entrance and twisted it again, pushing it in a little further. Maxine couldn't help but cry out again. 

"Does it hurt baby?" Asked John, concern on his face. His cock though was telling another story. It was throbbing in Maxine's hand.

Maxine shook her head. "No. It's just...ah...um...I feel so full. I'm not sure that any more will fit in though." 

"It looks so amazing Max. Your pussy is so stretched baby. It looks hot." Said John, his voice hushed.

Maxine couldn't get her breath. Tony hadn't let up on her tits and Barb was now sucking on her clit again. That's when Maxine felt the first wave of her orgasm. 

"Oh shit, oh fuck Barb, fuck oh God, I'm cumming!"

Maxine pressed her head back into the mattress, her breasts thrust in the air and Barb pushed the dildo all the way into Maxine's tight wet snatch. Maxine screamed, the feeling of being so full was overwhelming and she was crying out over and over. Barb handed John the vibrator and Maxine almost cried out with excitement at seeing the buzzing toy.

"John, take this. Use it on Maxi's clit. Make sure it's nice and wet." Barb demanded.

John pressed the vibrator onto her nub and rolled the rubber cock tip around and around her clit. Maxine was on fire. Her whole body felt like it was going to explode. She bucked her hips and Barb pulled the dildo out a little then thrust it back into her. Maxine's gushing juices were being pushed out of her and she felt Barb's tongue lapping at the sweet releases. John was doing a great job with the vibrator, not just paying attention her clit but stroking it around her over stretched pussy lips, down to her ass crack.

"Oh god I'm cumming again...oh fuck no...I'm cumming...oh!"

Maxine was shaking with the intensity of her climax and Barb was struggling to keep the dildo inside her tight hole. She sat up on her knees and held onto Maxine's hip as she thrust the dildo in and out of Maxine's sweet pussy, fucking her with it as Maxine came and then unbelievably came again. 

"No more, please no more." Maxine begged.

John turned off the vibrator and Barb slowly pulled the dildo out of her now gaping thrashed cunt. Tony wrapped Maxine into his arms, holding her as she shook and trembled. John and Barb lay together, stroking Maxine's back and ass. 

"Baby are you ok? Did we go too far?" Barb asked softly.

Maxine rolled away from Tony and faced her best friend. "It was the most amazing orgasm I've ever had. I want to do it again."

The End



The Dinner Party Ch. 06



Both bodies came to a rest side by side on the bed, the sheets wet from their juices and totally tangled from their cavortings. 

Rosemary and Martin were on their way to Swingland!

It was the following morning. Rosemary sat in her car outside Angela's house. She was shaking from top to bottom. She could not believe that after last night she could be so nervous. Why in the name of all that was holy did she ask for Angela's phone number last night and why did she phone up only an hour ago and ask if she could come around to see her! And then accept when Angela had said yes!

She was wearing just a dress with buttons from top to bottom. She could feel the air circulating around every part of her body, which was naked under the dress. She looked down to see the silky material fall over her breasts, with her pointy nipples showing through, and then on down to where it rested on and between her legs showing quite clearly where her cunt was.

Inside the house Angela had heard the car pull up in the driveway, the scrunching on the gravel giving it away. She stood just inside the main doorway where she could see the CCTV camera screen and waited for Rosemary to get out of the car and ring the bell. When the phone had rung earlier and she had answered to hear Rosemary's voice, she had almost had an orgasm on the spot. She was still recovering from the previous night's fucking with Martin but nothing would prevent her from offering her body up to the ministrations of his delightful wife. When Rosemary had asked if she could come round to see Angela, Angela had said 'yes' immediately.... And here she was now in just a diaphanous nightgown awaiting the woman whom she prayed would be her new lover.

The bell rang; Angela allowed a few seconds before opening the door. 

"Come in my darling," said Angela, " I have been waiting for you."

Rosemary looked at the vision before her – Angela dressed in a pink diaphanous gown through which could be seen her breasts and nipples and other parts of the body where the gown rested against or was drawn against the skin. It was cinched at the waist by a belt. She stepped inside the house. Once inside Angela held out her arms and embraced Rosemary closely to her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss with tongues fighting to gain entry to each other's mouth. Rosemary had hoped for but had not expected such a welcome. She could feel Angela's hands on her back, pulling her closer whilst running her hands over the silky material of her dress.

"Come with me, my Darling," Angela said to Rosemary, and taking her by the hand led her up the stairs to the same bedroom where the night before Roger had fucked Rosemary and Rosemary's husband, Martin, had fucked Angela. The bed was still unmade and the whole room still reeked of sex but neither of the women seemed to notice – they only had eyes for each other.

Angela turned to Rosemary and stretched out her hands towards Rosemary's dress and began to slowly undo the buttons on her dress, starting at the top and working down. As Rosemary's pert breasts came into view so Angela stopped undoing the buttons and instead let her hands reach for and cup the flesh of Angela's mounds, pressing and squeezing each globe in turn, letting her thumbs flick the nipples which crowned each breast until they became as hard as bullets. Rosemary closed her eyes in untold ecstasy – this was the first time another woman had touched her in such a way and it was divine. She could let Angela go on doing this for a long time. Moments later she felt her dress being unbuttoned downwards and opening her eyes she saw that Angela was now kneeling in front of her and that her dress had swung wide open revealing her full naked body. Her breathing had accelerated by now and increased even more when she realised that Angela's hands were reaching for her.

"Take off your dress, my Darling," Angela commanded.

Rosemary had only to shrug her shoulders and the silky material fell from her shoulders and pooled on the carpet leaving her now totally naked.

Rosemary felt Angela's breath against her pudenda, she felt her tongue flick the white skin, she felt hands running up and down her legs – how long would her legs hold her upright? How old was she, how many years of such delightful play had she missed, how was she going to make up for lost time? All these questions flashed through her mind as she felt Angela begin to lick her pussy harder, as she felt her tongue strive harder for entry into her vagina, as she produced copious amounts of love juice.

She wanted to be fucked by a woman. She wanted to feel a woman's hands on her breasts, she wanted to feel a woman's hands spreading her legs apart, she wanted Angela to use a strap on! My God – where did that thought come from? Never in her life had she ever had such a thought before. She was turning into a slut! What was happening? She had never used that word in the whole of her life let alone used it in her thoughts. Angela's tongue was inside her – she was feeling an orgasm build – an orgasm to exceed all orgasms she had ever had. It came; it roared through her body, it made every nerve rock and roll! Angela was on her feet and reaching out to catch Rosemary as she collapsed like a rag doll. She collected her in her arms and lay her gently on the bed.

Rosemary's eyes opened and for a moment she had to think where she was. Then she saw Angela standing at the side of the bed and undoing the belt, which held her robe together. She pulled her robe apart and let it fall to the floor. Rosemary stared at the naked form standing in front of her. The body was so desirable – a smooth flowing form from shoulder to hips and beyond, breasts so firm and white, nipples hard and suckable, pussy smooth and lickable – and there waiting for her, just for her, love lips glistening with a woman's juice, Angela's love juice!

Angela lay on the bed beside her and began to kiss her – first her mouth, letting her tongue invade the privacy of Rosemary's mouth and tracing her lips, licking her lips. Then moving her lips down over her chin, down her trembling throat until they came to the upper reaches of Rosemary's breasts; continuing the journey down to her nipples where they stopped and started to lick those buds and suck them until the exquisite pain of desire was almost too much to bear.

Meanwhile Angela's hands were smoothing their way up and down the sides of Rosemary's body, like butterfly wings on a warm summer afternoon. Touching her, feeling her, caressing her. The whole of Rosemary's body was becoming like a volcano about to erupt – but she had to contain it because the pleasure (unknown like this to her ever before) was only just beginning.

Angela's lips moved down Rosemary's body streaming even onwards towards the cave of all delights, partially hidden in the valley of joy. Over the smooth plain, kissing and licking, licking and kissing! Angela's fine hair added to that feeling of butterfly wings on Rosemary's skin and by this time her whole body had become a coiled spring, minor orgasms pulsing through her body, desire never known before exuding from every pore.

Angela's lips reached the plateau, which led down to the cave of delights from which flowed a fine stream of aromatic juice. Her tongue flicked the cunt and Rosemary almost shot off the bed – she had become so finely tuned to this pleasure. Early this morning after Martin had left for work, she had shaved her pussy totally removing all residue of pubic hair and she was silky smooth. Her clit had burst forth like the bud on a flower and Angela took advantage to draw this little erection into her mouth and thereby increase Rosemary's newfound pleasure. With Angela pleasuring Rosemary's cunt, Rosemary began to play with her own breasts, cupping them and squeezing them, tweaking the nipples and imaging for some moments what nipple clamps must feel like – she would persuade Martin to buy her some for her birthday and allow him to affix them and then lead her around the house whilst she wore them! She might even get her labia pierced sometime! She shot skyward again as Angela sucked her labia and blew into her lips. My God, what a feeling!

Angela pulled her lips away and Rosemary attempted to grab her hair and hold her in place. But too late! Rosemary got up and walked to the side of the bedroom, to a low chest of drawers and proceeded to open the bottom drawer. From her position lying on the bed with her head slightly raised on a pillow, Rosemary could see Angela's arse cheeks, firm and round, with the slit between the two pulled apart by her bending position. She wondered what it would be like to watch Martin stick his cock in her arse and fuck her anally. Her hand went to her pussy and she started to masturbate.

Angela got up and turned around. She held a vibrator in her hand – a vibrator with a long shaft and a large head – it was deeply veined and it was black! She sat on the bed by the side of Rosemary and began to slide the head of the vibrator up and down Rosemary's slit until the head glistened with Rosemary's juices. Then she pushed the head against the outer lips and watched it slide easily inside Rosemary's cunt. Rosemary emitted a cry of joy as she felt this shaft probe her vagina and move further into her body. Angela switched it on and immediately Rosemary felt the intense pleasure from the thrumming sensation, which increased as Angela increased the pace of the vibrations. Rosemary's whole body started to re-act to the motion of the vibrator and once again she could feel the orgasm building in her body until she reached the nadir of feeling and she screamed her pleasure through the house.

When she eventually came around, she found Angela lying naked beside her, her fingers running softly across her body, her lips touching her skin and leaving soft feelings of delight in all her most erotic areas. She was temporarily sated!

To be continued