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Dinner For Two

By: Stump



We meet at a nice restaurant of your choosing for dinner. You're wearing a long black skintight dress, and I'm wearing a nice button up shirt and a pair of slacks. After dinner we wander around downtown for a while, window-shopping. Then we go to your place, and we sit on the couch.

We start kissing, and as we are kissing, I start to fondle your breasts, noticing you are not wearing a bra. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, you ask to be excused to "slip into something more comfortable." I relax on the couch while you go to your room to change. You return wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. You stand before me, and I just take in your beauty. I gently caress your thighs, hips, stomach, and ass. I have you sit on the couch, and I kneel on the floor between your knees. I bring my face very close to your crotch, and I can feel the warmth from your pussy.

I take a long and deep breath, and breathe in the wonderful fragrance from your pussy. I ever so gently touch the crotch or your boxers; they are slightly wet. I gently press the cotton material against your pussy, rubbing them against your lips. You sigh, and moan slightly at the touch. I allow the panties to fall back into place, and now the crotch area is soaking wet from your pussy juice. I grab the waistband of your boxers and tug them down, while you lift your bottom to help. I get the boxers to your ankles, and then you kick them off. I pick them up off the floor, and smell the crotch area, inhaling your fragrance. I then lick the crotch of your boxers, licking off some of your juices. By now, you are starting to get sexually frustrated, your body is begging for release, and your clit and pussy are begging for attention.

I notice your moans and sighs of frustration, and you give this look that screams "EAT ME NOW!" I enjoy watching you squirm a little, and want it to go on for a little longer. Your hand slowly snakes its way down to your crotch, to touch your pussy and clit, to give yourself the release I wont let you have yet. But I stop your hands, and say "Not yet." You moan, and try to free your hands, but my grip is steady. I start to play with the small tuft of hair just above your neatly trimmed pussy, but never getting near to your pussy or clit. Just when you think your are going to burst from the agony, I reach down and finger your pussy, sticking my finger deep into your hole. My finger is met with an immediate rush of juice from your now dripping pussy. I now bend my face to your crotch, and begin to lick your pussy.

Because you were built up, you cum very quickly, finally gaining the release you needed, and it is a very intense orgasm. You wrap your legs around my head, squeezing my head slightly, your body bucks and bounces on the couch, and you pussy begins to pulsate around my tongue. You can't even scream, because it is such an intense orgasm, you just sit there with your mouth open as if you were screaming. While you cum, I slowly lick around your pussy, and suck on your clit. After several aftershocks from my busy tongue, your orgasm finally subsides, and you sort of slump down in the couch tired and panting from your massive orgasm. I stand I front of you, and pull your shirt over your head, and off your arms, which fall back down to your sides, then I proceed to remove my clothes and curl up next to you. We kiss, and I caress your wonderful and naked body. I caress your perfect ass, and your wonderful tits, which respond with quickly hardening nipples, which I also caress. I kiss your neck and your tits, and you slowly regain your energy. Finally you are ready to go, and you want to return my oral pleasures.

You disentangle yourself from me, and kneel on the floor in front of me as I did for you. My cock was not fully erect, but you solved that problem quickly, as you played with it in your hands and kissed the head. Very quickly, I was back at full erection, and you wasted no time, taking my whole cock into your mouth, and down your throat a little. Then, you started slowly sucking my cock, swirling your tongue around the shaft and head. It was magnificent, and it lasted a long time, with your slow and careful attention. Soon, though, I felt that feeling in my balls, and moaned, "I'm gonna cum baby."

Upon hearing this, you speed up your sucking, and very soon, I moaned, "OH............BABY,..... IM.........CUMMING!" When you hear this, you stop sucking, and deep throat my cock, and then I shoot several wads of cum into your mouth, all of which you promptly swallow. After I finish cuming, you kiss my cock, which is beginning to get soft, and then you curl up on the couch with me. We kiss deeply, tasting our own cum on each other's lips. We hold and caress each other until we both doze off into a nap. I awake to sounds in the kitchen, and I get up to find out what's up. I walk to the kitchen and stand in the doorway. I watch as you, still naked, place some strawberries on a platter, and you place a small bowl in the middle, into which you spray some spray whipped cream. "Looks delicious," I say, startling you slightly. You smile at me and giggle, knowing I meant you and the strawberries. We sit at your kitchen table, and enjoy the strawberries. When we finish, you get up to clean up the counter and throw away the dishes.

I come up behind you, and hug you, kissing your neck, my hard cock rubbing between your legs. I pick you up and carry you to the kitchen table, where I set you down, and tell you to lie back and wait. I retrieve the spray whipped cream from the kitchen, and return to the table. I spray some whipped cream on each of your tits, covering the nipples, and I spray some onto your belly button. I then move down to your crotch, and spray whipped cream from the top of your trimmed bush, all the way to the bottom of your pussy. I set the can aside, and proceed to lick the cream off each of your nipples, deliberately being slow, and enjoying the feeling as your nipples harden in my mouth. I then kiss my way to your belly button, where I lick the cream out of it.

Then I move down to your crotch, where I lick from the top of your bush, slowly down the bottom of your pussy lips. Once I've removed as much whipped cream as I can, I grab your hips, and roll you over on the table, and pull you towards me until your feet meet the floor. I deeply insert one finger into your pussy to see if your wet and you are soaked from my tongue work. I position my hard cock at the opening to your pussy. I push quickly, shoving my entire cock into your pussy, and our hips meet. "FAST, HARD!!" you scream.

I start to pump your pussy hard and fast, using your hips to hold you. Your ass starts slamming against my hip, and my balls are slapping your ass. I continue to slam your pussy for several minutes, you and me both are moaning and enjoying this so much. Soon, I hear you scream that you are about to cum, and I tell you that I'm close also. You scream, and tense up as your orgasm hits you, and your pussy starts to milk my cock, and it is pulsating all around me. I don't last much longer, and bury my cock deep into your pussy, and then I cum, my sperm splashing into your pussy. We both lean collapse forward onto the table, my cock still in your pussy, and we rest for a few moments. Before taking a shower together and cuddling in the bed.

I can't wait to hold you again and I thought I would send you something to tell you how excited you still make me.

Dinner for Two



This is a story prompted by a real experience, enhanced by the freedoms of creative license.  

The Loving Wives category invites stories about couples mutually exploring new experiences with each other and others. If that doesn't turn you on, then no need to read further (or to leave negative ratings/comments about plots the category invites).  However, if you find it interesting and arousing like we do, then please enjoy! We hope it may kindle the imaginations of couples everywhere to conspire all kinds of unexpected surprises for each other. 

Some of life's great moments are the surprises we discover when things are not always as they appear.

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Prologue

"Hey Tamika!" My wife Sandy excitedly greeted her best friend as we stepped out of our car in front of our house after running some errands. Tamika (pronounced Ta-mee'-ka) and her two school-aged daughters live across the street in our suburban Philadelphia neighborhood. As a 35-year-old single mom, Tamika has the luxury and flexibilities of working from home as a corporate financial analyst. Tamika was just heading out to pick her girls up from school and stopped to say hello. 

Sandy and Tamika love to hang out, go shopping, workout, take walks or just have coffee or a glass of wine together. Other than Sandy being white and Tamika being black, anyone would think they were sisters by the way they relate, laugh and finish one another's sentences. They are both also unusually beautiful, share similar heights of five foot eight and bodies with ample breasts, tight asses and long legs. It makes it convenient for them to share clothes, another perk of being like sisters.

"Hi Sandy. You getting excited?" Tamika asked as she walked up with her usual embrace for each of us.

"So excited!" Sandy answered. Sandy was leaving the next day for a 7-day Caribbean cruise with her mom. Sandy was ready to trade in the entrenched snow of a Philly winter for some bright warm sunshine and beaches in the Tropics. "Wish you were going with us," she added.

"Me too," Tamika answered. "It would be serious 'girl time;' but someone's got to take care of business while you are off cruising the Caribbean." Both women giggled. 

"So true." Stacy said. "I hate to leave Carl here all by himself," she added. 

"I'll be fine," I reassured her. "It will give me some time to get some projects done," I said. "It'll also make for a quiet house," I added as a tease.

Sandy playfully slapped my shoulder. "Oh stop. I'm just worried about what you'll eat. I'll have unlimited buffets on the cruise, and you'll be going out to fast food."

"Why don't you come eat with us one night next week," Tamika offered. "I can't guarantee gourmet food, cruise desserts and chocolate fountains, but it will be homemade."

"Thanks Tamika. That's really nice of you, but I'll be OK. You have your hands full with the girls," I answered.

"Not at all," Tamika responded. "It will be nice to have some adult conversation and the girls love you."

"That sounds great," Sandy said. "I'll feel much better knowing he'll have one home-cooked meal during the week."

"Oh, it's really OK," I attempted to reassure. "Really, I'll be fine."

"Please, I insist," Tamika pushed.

"Me too," Sandy said. "If not for yourself Carl, go over to make me feel better."

Outnumbered, I had no choice but to accept the invitation. I was genuinely grateful for it, but didn't want to put Tamika out. At their insistence, I knew I would have one decent meal in my wife's absence.

"Awesome," Tamika responded genuinely. "How about Tuesday?"

I nodded, not needing to check any social calendar for availability. "Sounds great," I said. "What time?"

"6:30," she answered. "That'll give the girls enough time to get home and finish their homework."

"Perfect. 6:30 it is. Anything I can bring?"

"Just your hungry self," she answered. "I'll look forward to having you for dinner." 

The two women giggled again. "Thank you Tamika," Sandy said. "I'll owe you big time."

"You won't owe me anything Sister," Tamika answered. "It will truly be my pleasure. Just go and enjoy your cruise in the peace of knowing he is in good hands." 

DINNER FOR TWO

Tuesday came quickly. It was the fourth night since Sandy left to cruise the clear waters of the Caribbean with her mother, exploring new sights and great food. I'm sure men on the ship were enjoying the sites of Sandy sunbathing on the pool deck. Cell reception is virtually non-existent on a ship in that part of the world, making no news good news.

As Sandy anticipated, I had missed her cooking. She knows I always develop a renewed appreciation for her when she takes these annual trips with her mom. We also enjoy a healthy sex life, regularly making love three to four times a week out of mutual desire. The annual abstinence week is never easy for either of us. Her return from these trips always became passionate reunions for both of us. I was reminded how spoiled I am and how much I enjoy our companionship. 

Dinner with Tamika and her daughters at this halfway point of Sandy's absence would be a nice break in the emptiness. Tamika's seven and nine year-old daughters are energetic, intelligent and conversational like their mom. I looked forward to a very pleasant comfortable evening with them. Sandy also basked in the reassurance of knowing I was being taken care of while she enjoyed the delicacies of fine dining with an ocean view. 

The sun began to disappear over the horizon as I walked across the snow-covered street and knocked on the door promptly at 6:30. I held a large bouquet of flowers for Tamika in one hand and small bouquets for each of the girls in the other. It was a great opportunity to make the girls feel special, and to thank them for allowing me to crash their family dinner. 

The door opened to an unexpected heavenly vision. Tamika is naturally beautiful, but I had never seen her look as drop dead gorgeous as she did in that moment. She stood in the doorway wearing a small red cocktail dress accented by a plunging neckline and open back that left little to the imagination. The tight dress was barely long enough to cover her petite ass, wonderfully displaying her long legs that led to matching red four-inch high heels. Her long curled black hair bounced off her shoulders; her warm, bright, welcoming smile lit up her face.

"Welcome," she said, enjoying the stunned look on my face that broadcast the response she hoped for. 

"Uh, uh, hi," I stammered trying to find the words. "These are for you," I added as I pushed the large bouquet of flowers toward her.

"How sweet," she said, taking the flowers and burying her face into them to breathe in the fragrance.

"These are for the girls," I added.

"That is so sweet Carl," she repeated. "Who said chivalry is dead? Please come in."

I walked into the warm house as she closed the door behind me. Smooth jazz music and the aroma of a fine restaurant filled the house. The lights in each room were low with the flickering of candles decorating small tables. "Please hang your coat up there, feel free to leave your shoes at the door and make yourself at home." 

"Let's put these in water," she said as I followed her to the kitchen in the back of the house. "The girls will love them. Unfortunately they won't be joining us for dinner tonight," she shared. "They are staying with friends tonight to work on school projects," she fibbed.

"It's just us?" I asked. "We could have rescheduled Tamika. You didn't need to go to all this trouble."

"And miss this opportunity?" she asked genuinely with a wink and a smile. "No, I've been looking forward to this. These are beautiful," she added as she placed the flowers into a large water-filled vase.

"You know beautiful," I blurted without thinking, still stunned at her splendor.

"Thank you," she said. "Flattery like that will get you everywhere," she winked playfully. "You like the dress?" she asked knowingly.

"You look amazing," I answered honestly. "Any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Well, you have me tonight," she said. "I thought it would be fun to wear it for you when I knew it would just be the two of us," she confessed.

An awkward wonderful tension filled the room. If this beautiful woman in a revealing dress wants to make me dinner at my wife's insistence, who am I to argue? 

"Well, I feel so underdressed." 

"Don't worry about that," she reassured. "Make yourself at home. Can I offer you a glass of wine?"

"Sounds great," I said, ready for the taste and benefits of the refreshment.

She poured two glasses of wine, grabbed the bottle and invited me to join her in the living room for appetizers as dinner finished cooking. I watched the shimmery material of her dress move over her ass as she made her way from the kitchen. 

The fire crackled in the fireplace. Candles decorating the lowly lit room, the sounds of light jazz music, the bottle of wine and hors d'oeuvres made the room unquestionably romantic. Tamika leaned over slowly as she sat down on the large couch, offering a full view of her large ample breasts. As she sat down, her dress had no where to go but to hike up her long legs, offering a brief view of her matching red thong before she folded her legs. "Please," she said patting the cushion next to her. "Have a seat."

I obliged, taking in the simple elegance of the room and host. We enjoyed easy conversation, laughter, stories and the rest of the wine in the bottle. I relaxed comfortably into the soft couch and the sweetness of warm conversation. 

"Stay right here," Tamika said, interrupting our conversation as she stood. Her smooth bare ass framed in red lace stared at me. She pulled her short dress down to cover her dark cheeks. "Oops," she said with a smile. "I'll be right back with dinner." 

I watched as she disappeared into the kitchen before returning with a small platter in one hand and freshly opened bottle of Merlot in the other. "I hope you like filet mignon, shrimp and asparagus," she said as she leaned over to set the platter of food on the low glass table in front of the couch. She looked up with a smile as she lingered in the position to place the platter on the table, offering a long view of her dark round breasts. "How does this look to you?" she asked. Her question was unmistakably about more than the beautiful presentation of food on the platter.

"Looks amazing," I answered with a reciprocal smile. "Absolutely delicious." The filet mignon and shrimp were skewered with cherry tomatoes on kebobs, lying next to the asparagus. "My favorite. How did you know?"

Tamika held her revealing pose as she filled both wine glasses before retaking her place next to me on the couch. "I listen to the things you and Sandy say. "

"You didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"This is no trouble Carl. It is the most enjoyable adult evening I've had in weeks, if not months. " She picked up her wine glass, "a toast to an adult evening together." Tamika offered a warm smile. The two glasses clinked. 

"I wanted to eat here on the couch in front of the fire. It feels more relaxed and intimate," she added. "I hope that's OK."

"More than OK," I said.

"I've planned this to follow an old French custom," she continued. "You willing to go along with me on this?"

"Sounds fun," I answered cooperatively.

"Wonderful. The custom is for a man and woman to serve each other the meal without utensils. One only eats what the other serves them. It allows them to connect more deeply in their experience of the food and one another." Tamika smiled. "Each person tells the other what they want, and the other offers it to them."

Sexual tension filled the room and moment. "Sounds nice," I replied feeling the early affects of the wine.

""What do you want first from me Carl?" Tamika asked with a sultry voice, continuing her warm smile.

As good as the food looked, my first thought of what I wanted most from Tamika in that moment wasn't anything she had prepared on the platter. "Filet," I lied. She emptied the bamboo skewers of the meat, shrimp and tomatoes before picking up a piece of tender filet mignon with her long fingers and delivered it to my mouth. The meat melted in my mouth.

"Mmmmm," I said almost involuntarily. "That is wonderful."

Tamika smiled as she watched me enjoy the first bite. "How about some asparagus for me," she requested.

I picked up the long spear and lifted the end to her thick lips. She slowly sucked it into her mouth, chewing and savoring it until it disappeared.

The more comfortable we became with the old French custom, the more seductive the experience grew. Playful gestures like circling the food around the other's lips before delivering it and licking the other's fingers became frequent. The leisurely dinner finished the food on the small platter and the second bottle of wine.

"That was amazing," I complemented the food and the experience.

"Thank you," she answered. "For me too." We both enjoyed the comfort and ease of the moment. The music softly filling the room changed songs. "This is one of my favorites," Tamika said. "Come dance with me," she said as she stood up. Her ass was again briefly exposed until she pulled the bottom of her dress down. She took my hand, giving little option but to join her. 

She moved her body into mine as we stood together in the middle of the room. My left hand took her right, as our other arms wrapped around each other to begin to dance. She moaned as my right hand took its place in the center of her bare back. The music played softly, the fire crackled in the fireplace and we began to move slowly around the room. Tamika pressed her body against mine allowing her breasts to push against me and her abs against my aroused member. She laid her head on my shoulder. 

"It feels so good to be held," she whispered with warm contentment. "It's been so long since I've danced."

I was surprised to hear her vulnerable confession. Tamika could easily cause a line of men to form for the chance to take her out, simply by walking into a room. Working from home and devoting her time to her two daughters, made real interaction with men a rarity. In many ways she liked it that way. Things were much less complicated. However she missed the companionship. She missed the experience of being held by someone she trusted. She missed the touch of a man.

I slowly caressed her back as we glided around the room. I felt her body melt into mine.

"I have some dessert for you," she whispered feeling deeply contented after dancing through a few songs. "Hungry?"

"Sounds nice," I answered.

"Meet me back on the couch," she said. "I'll bring it in."

I watched again as she disappeared into the kitchen. The evening felt comfortable and natural. Tamika emerged again with a plate of large long-stemmed strawberries dipped in rich chocolate and a bottle of complementing wine.

"Ready to take the French custom to a new level?" she asked coyly.

"Sure," I answered. "What do you have in mind?"

"We take turns," she said. "Each turn begins by asking the other person a question, as a fun way to get to know each other better. If the person answers the question right, or to the other's satisfaction, then they enjoy a strawberry. If not, then you lose the strawberry."

"We can ask anything?" I asked. "Sounds dangerous and fun."

"Anything," she answered. "Of course if we really wanted to make it fun and dangerous," she added, "we could agree to lose more than a strawberry with every wrong answer."

Her suggestion reminded me of a game Sandy and I used to play when we were dating. I knew Sandy must have shared stories with Tamika about the games we played.

"What do you suggest we agree to lose to make it more fun and dangerous?" I asked knowingly.

"What do you think?" she asked in an attempt to bait me.

"It's your game," I answered. "You tell me. Whatever it is, I'm in."

Tamika didn't balk at the opportunity. "Since it's just the two of us, how about every time an answer isn't good enough, the other person removes a piece of clothing from them."

Her suggestion confirmed my hunch that Sandy had shared stories of the games we used to play. "That does sound costly," I answered.

"Oh, we don't have to..." Tamika started to say, not wanting to sound too forward.

"Wonderfully costly," I interrupted. 

Tamika smiled. Lust-filled suspense filled the room. She took a sip of her wine. Her plan was working.

"No lame answers then Carl," Tamika added with a giggle. "First answer counts. If I'm not satisfied, it is the same as a non-answer, and I take a piece of clothing from you."

"Deal. I'd like to point out that you don't have many chances to miss an answer," Carl observed.

"Then you better ask tough questions," she smiled. "But I'll go first. What's your greatest fear?"

"My biggest fear is being asked what my greatest fear is," I joked.

"Bad answer," she answered. 

"No I was just kidding," I said playfully.

"And your first answer just cost you your sweater," she said with a wink as she leaned over to take hold of the bottom of my sweater. 

"I see how this is," I said as she pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it across the room. 

"Feels a little more even now," she said with a satisfied smile as she rubbed her hand up and down my bared abs and chest.

"My turn now. So what is your most intimate sexual fantasy that you've never told anyone?" I asked.

"You don't waste time," she said feeling intimidated by the depth of the question. 

"Just following your lead," I answered. "Plus, you've peaked my curiosity. Your most intimate sexual fantasy that is so secret you've not even shared it with Sandy?"

"OK," she said feeling hesitant. "I sometimes fantasize about having sex with more than one man, like a threesome. The idea scares me but excites me too."

"Nice," I complemented. 

The first two questions set the tone of our intimate dessert game. A few more helped us to get to know each other better, make our way through a handful of rich strawberries and drain the third bottle of wine. We both felt the buzz, yet no more clothing had been lost.

"What is one of Sandy's biggest secrets about herself that I don't know?" Tamika asked. 

"Which ones has she told you?" I replied.

"That's not for me to say," she answered. "I guess you'll need to share her deepest darkest secret. I'm sure she has told me everything else. But if I've heard it before, then you'll lose your pants. What's the one secret she has never shared with anyone else?"

"I can't do that," I objected softly.

"You can't or you won't?" she asked villainy. 

"Same thing," I replied. "It wouldn't be fair to break her confidence. They're her secrets."

"That's chivalrous of you," she said, "to sacrifice your pants for her deepest secrets. It's her secret or your pants."

Her words framed the choice. My silence gave her my decision.

"Time to stand up," she said with a victorious tone, "and for me to take those pants off of you." I stood up and faced my beautiful host. "Interlock your hands behind your head," she asked, "so I have free access to take your pants off." I dutifully obliged. Tamika felt my arousal intensifying as she unsnapped my slacks and lowered the zipper, before tugging the sides of my pants down toward the floor. The vigorous side-to-side tugging of my pants caused my long, hard erect dick to unexpectedly escape out the front gap of my boxers, and bounce in front of her face. She instinctively leaned forward and immediately took it into her mouth and down her throat.

"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhh," I moaned loudly at the unexpected attention to my already desperate member after Sandy's four-day absence. My moan only encouraged Tamika. As desperate as my dick was for the attention, it had been longer since Tamika had experienced the taste and feel of a man between her lips.




Dinner for Two



"Ah, ah, ah," I said with all the discipline I could muster as I hurriedly reached down to secure my dick back under my boxers. A familiar awkward lust-filled tension filled the room. Tamika could only smile and I couldn't deny how good it felt.

"Wow," she said impressed. "Sandy wasn't exaggerating." My head spun. "We play until we run out of strawberries," she added. "But after I win those boxers off of you, I'll need to find something else to take. I already know what I want." She smiled again. "Cream with my strawberries."

I blushed and felt vulnerable. Tamika was one question away from stripping me completely. I knew I needed to find a way to take control of the game. 

"What's your next question Carl. I want to hurry up and answer it to get to my next turn," she said picking up a long stem of a strawberry and twirling it between her fingers.

"Ok then," I said trying to act unaffected. "Here's my question. Of the many parts of Sandy's body that rock my world, which is my favorite? " 

"Oooo, that's hard," Tamika answered. "She's got a body to die for."

"A lot like yours," I complemented. "I'll give you a clue. The top feature on her body for me is the same thing I like best about your body."

Tamika was flattered and embarrassed at the revelation. She ran her hands down the front of her dress. "Let's see, I'll have to say her tits."

"So close," I answered, knowing I could be justified naming any part of her body. "It's actually your smiles."

"That's sweet," she said. 

"It is sweet," I said. "It's your turn to stand up." Tamika conceded. For the first time in the evening, there was no reason for her to pull the short dress down over her exposed ass when she stood up. "Hands over your head," I asked politely. 

I pulled the dress up and over her gorgeous body. I was impressed how fit and muscular her tall lean physique was. Her bare breasts stood firm, her nipples erect as large black thimbles. I couldn't resist leaning forward and briefly sucking one into my mouth as playful retribution. Her tiny lace thong left nothing to imagination of her exquisite body.

"Ah, ah," she said as she sat down. "You'll have to try to earn that, unless I take you first. It's my turn," she said feeling the loss of her momentum in the game. "What is Sandy's most intimate sexual fantasy?" She strategized that if I had hesitated to share her deepest secret, her deepest fantasy might be just as private.

"That's easy," I said. "She too would like to experiment with a threesome. The only difference is her desire for you to be the third person."

"What?" she said surprised. "She never told me that!" Tamika felt a mixture of shock and flattery. "Oh my God!" 

The truth is, Sandy had never shared she had a fantasy of a threesome with Tamika. There was no way for Tamika to verify it tonight. The idea was believable enough to keep my boxers; and could make things interesting in the future for the three of us. Tamika fed me a strawberry.

"Ready for your question?" I asked.

"Give me your best shot" she quipped, still wonderfully caught off guard about the idea of Sandy fantasizing about her.

"If you were to fully cooperate with me in every way, how many consecutive orgasms would you have in one night together?"

"Oh fuck," Tamika blurted, just at the thought. "How can I know that?" she asked.

"Is that your answer?" 

"That's impossible to know," she added.

"Not impossible," I corrected. "It may be unknown right now, but it surely isn't impossible. I just need a definitive answer."

"Three," she said as confidently as she could.

"Again, so close but so far," I answered back with a smile. "That's not the right answer."

"What do you mean it's not the right answer?" she asked. "I've never given more than three times in one night, and that was a hot night."

"You deserve better. That's too low," I answered with a confidence matching hers. "Given the chance, you would give more than three times," I promised. 

Tamika smiled at the thought. She recalled Sandy's stories and knew she should have based her answer on them rather than her own experience. Tamika's smile served as a concession. 

"Which means, you need to stand up one more time and I get your thong," I asked.

"I'm going to throw a challenge flag on the field," she said playfully. "If I let you remove my thong, it is only on the condition that you verify that my answer to your last question was too low."

"Touché," I said. "Well played. I suppose that is only fair."

Cold chills covered Tamika's body at the thought of discovering what she might be capable of. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, let alone opening herself up to the kind of night she had only heard stories from Sandy about. She willingly stood up in front of me, offering the only tiny piece of lace on her body and then being willing to offer everything beneath it. The thong slowly descended down her dark legs until the light material fell to her feet. 

Tamika was emotionally sensitive to sexual touch after all the anticipation of the evening, choosing what to wear, teasing me all evening and the game of dessert. She knew her first orgasm would come easily and hard. Her body flinched in delight as my hands moved up the backs of her long legs toward her ass as I leaned forward to gently caress her trimmed snatch with my extended tongue.

"Oh gawd," she moaned softly. I tenderly tormented her pussy with light kisses while my hands gently explored her body. Tamika pushed her pelvis toward my face, begging to be taken. I enjoyed the soft texture of her skin, the aroma of her aroused pussy and the soft jazz filling the room. "Oh Carl, take me," she pleaded. "Please take me."

I spread her pussy lips wide and pressed my mouth into her, giving my tongue free access to the length of her moistening vagina. 

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she cried out as her first orgasm grew to the point of no return. "Harder, oh harder Carl." I gladly indulged. Tamika's body quaked as her first orgasm poured through her body. She fell back on to the large couch and wrapped her legs around me. She pulled my head back to her pussy, begging for continued oral attention. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I felt her body began to relax into the large soft couch in orgasmic bliss. A broad smile covered her face. "It feels so good," she said with satisfied delight.

"And you said you couldn't provide a chocolate fountain," I said playfully. "That's the best I've had."

Tamika continued her satisfied smile. I gently spread the lips of her moist pussy to fully expose her dark red clit. With two fingers, I gently slapped the hypersensitive button.

"Oh god, what are you doing?" she asked still catching her breath.

"Only what I promised," I said with a smile. I knew a second orgasm always lies just beneath the first, especially when one knows how to set it free. I handed her a large strawberry from the plate. "Suck on this," I said. "I see a second orgasm that is begging to be released." 

"Oh god," she repeated before taking the end of the strawberry between her large lips.

I gently massaged the area around her clit, with well-timed attention to her button. Sandy taught me that with proper affection, coaxing the second climax is really a second wave of the first, like aftershocks that follow an earthquake. Tamika's tremors continued rock her world. The seismic pressure grew with the shifting of orgasmic plates within her. Tamika grabbed a pillow from the couch and held it tight against her face as her pelvis began to rock with the second impending climax.

I slowly pushed my long readied dick deep into her. "Oh shit, oh shit," her muffled voice shouted into the soft pillow. "Yes Carl! Oh yes!"

I gradually increased my pace in concert with her body's response.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! You're taking me! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" Tamika's pussy flooded with a river of cum. "Don't stop."

Tamika's body soon lay wasted on the couch. She threw the pillow next to her, and displayed a broad smile. "Damn, you're good. You're not kidding. Sandy wasn't kidding." 

I took some pride in Sandy's boasting, and Tamika's early satisfaction. "It's a beautiful start," I said. 

"Bring that piece of meat over here," she said. "You don't get to have all the fun tonight. I've worked up a serious thirst."

Tamika and I made love the rest of the night every way we could, taking full advantage of the living room, kitchen, bedroom and shower. The night was passionate, tender, surreal and safe. She was ravenous for every opportunity and experience. Tamika fell asleep exhausted and spent, after being taken for a new personal record of six glorious orgasms. She slept with a smile.

Epilogue

Sandy's return home three days later was the most heated reunion we had ever experienced. After a passion-filled night of making love, she eagerly shared about her cruise adventures. We lay on the bed nude as she told story after story of her excursions through the week. Her body was sun-kissed and tanned. Her voice was excited.

"Tell me," she said genuinely. "I am excited to hear about your week. Any new adventures for you?"

"Funny you ask," I said, feeling awkward, but committed to the total honesty that characterized our marriage. "The only adventure was dinner with Tamika Tuesday night."

"How did that go?" she asked. 

"Very differently than I expected," I shared truthfully. "The girls weren't there, so it was just Tamika and me. After a few bottles of wine with dinner, things got out of control. Before we knew it, we spent all night having sex."

Before I could finish explaining what happened, Sandy interrupted by asking, "What did you enjoy the most during your night with her?" 

"What?" I asked surprised.

"What did you enjoy the most in your night of sex with her?" she repeated calmly with a slight smile.

"Ah," I paused not expecting the question. "It may sound weird," I answered honestly, "but her connection with you. I mean, her body is great, the novelty of her skin. All of it was great. But honestly it was like you were there with us. Sorry if that sounds weird."

"As surprised as you are by it," Sandy answered, "it sounds beautiful to me. It's what I had hoped for." Sandy offered a warm reassuring smile as she exposed her secret.

"What?" I asked shocked. "What do you mean what you hoped for?"

"I would have been upset if you and Tamika had cheated on me if I didn't know about it. But that's not what happened. I know you would never cheat on me. I also know Tamika would never cheat on me. But when Tamika and I put our plan together, that's not cheating."

"What?" I asked with complete surprise.

Sandy laughed. "We set you up Carl. Think about it, with everything you know about Tamika and our friendship, would she ever cheat on me?"

"That surprised me the most," I confessed.

"Why do you think I insisted so strongly that you go over for dinner? I left you no choice but to walk into our trap."

I shook my head trying to comprehend what she was saying.

"Who do you think hand-picked her red dress, thong and shoes when she and I went shopping?"

"Are you kidding?" I asked stunned.

"How did she know your favorite foods were filet mignon, shrimp and asparagus?" Sandy smiled with a sense of satisfaction. "How did she know you are a sucker for chocolate covered strawberries?"

"I can't believe..."

"How did she know about our old game of questions?" Sandy kept asking.

"Why do you think she kept ducking into the kitchen and other rooms throughout the night with excuses like she was getting more food, when she was actually texting me updates on what was happening? I was there with you, every step of the way."

"But I just..."

"And it made me so hot when you would rather sacrifice your pants then tell my secrets," she said, giving a kiss on my cheek.

"But why?" I asked still in shock.

"It was a plan we came up with to rock all three of our worlds," Sandy said. "It was a win for me, a win for you and a win for Tamika. Think about it. You are so good to me every year when I go on trips with mom while you are left to hold down the fort. It made me feel good not only knowing you would be well fed, but having Tamika's promise that she would give you one of the most memorable fucks of your life. It wasn't just for you, it was for me."

"And here I thought I was trying to do that for her."

"Yeah, we knew that stroking your male ego would only help in you being fully engaged."

"Damn, you are good," I complemented.

"And it wasn't all bad for Tamika either. She works so hard, isolated by her work and all she does for her girls. She hasn't been with a man she could let down her hair with, let alone her clothes, in forever. I knew you wouldn't disappoint."

I smiled at her confidence.

"And you didn't," she added.

"What next?" I asked. "Isn't it awkward?"

"Awkward? Not at all," she interrupted again. "It's not awkward. It's hot. Apparently you told her I have a threesome fantasy with the two of you that I have to live up to now." Sandy laughed.

"You blow my mind," I said, still in shock. 

Sandy rolled her tan body on top of mine. "No, that's what I am about to do," she said. "And when I'm done, I think we ought to invite Tamika over for dinner." 



Dinner For Two



Tonight would be the last night. My heart stuttered a bit within its walls, some blend of trepidation, sorrow and relief. As much as I would miss him, miss the laughter, the jokes, I would not miss this ridiculous tension that unfulfilled desire was causing. It was wreaking havoc with my body, no matter how many times a day I masturbated. 

Damn man. It was like I could feel it the moment he even entered a room. His energy seemed to call to mine on some visceral level. Toss in the fact that we got along well, had the same sense of humor, and had been through a multitude of sex scenes together and I was off the charts, crazy, totally turned on. All. The. Damn. Time. 

But tonight would be the end of it. Sure, I would miss the flirtatious banter, the off color jokes, the teasing compliments about my ass whenever we had to 'get naked' together. However, I would not miss having to fight down my desire to simply tackle him to the ground and straddle him. So, a couple more hours and we would be done. 

I felt his hand against my back, creating that slow burn between my thighs as we made our way around the room, greeting everyone, trading handshakes, listening to compliments about our 'stage presence' and 'on screen chemistry'. Ha! If only these people knew the truth. Even now I could feel moisture pooling against my panties. 

He shifted, pulling me a little closer until I could feel the heat of him full length down the side of my body. As soon as possible, I stepped away, moving on to speak to someone else and create a little distance while I was at it. 

Slowly people began to melt away, leaving only the cast and crew our little movie had needed as we headed into the room where the small, private dinner party would be held. Of course we were seated together at a private table in the center of the room. 

Terrific. This was exactly what I didn't need. More time spent close to him. 

'Just one more night... a few more hours', I reminded myself, sucking in a deep breath and sitting gingerly. The pressure of the chair against my engorged flesh actually felt good. A little too good. Soon, it was all I could do not to squirm in my seat. 

I forced down a few bites, the shrimp scampi and filet mignon tasting a bit like sawdust as I fought to ignore the heat of his leg against mine. I began to hate the dress I had loved only a few hours ago. My black, floor length, fitted sheath dress had a split almost to my hip on one side. Sexy, yes, but also necessary if one wished to walk. Now, it left my leg bare, his thigh pressing up against mine under the table. Was it my imagination or was he sitting far closer than was actually necessary? 

As they cleared the tables, serving a rich chocolate dessert, I made the mistake of looking over at him. His dark hair was spiky and tousled on his head, and when I reached his deep green eyes, his gaze locked onto mine. I felt the breath leave my lungs in a rush. He smirked a little, the damnable dimple popping up in his cheek. 

At once, the remembered feel of his body pressed against mine, all but naked as we 'made love' for the camera, his lips warm and firm as we kissed, sent a spiral of longing through my already dangerously aroused senses. 

I wanted him to kiss me. Right here, right now. Not for the camera's but simply because he wanted me even half as much as I wanted him. 

The smirk disappeared, heat blazed through his eyes before he turned his head away, muttering a curse word beneath his breath. 

I could breathe again. 

I took a bite of the dessert, sipped my wine and went back to ignoring his heat. It was an impossible situation. I knew he felt the tension too, at least to some extent. But, it could never be for us. Not in this lifetime. 

As dinner turned to dancing, wine turned to frivolity, some of the tension started to ease. I was able to relax, to enjoy myself, as I danced and flirted with some of the other actors, the smaller roles in the film. 

When I felt my head starting to spin, I headed back to my table to have a glass of water and rest for a moment. I knew he was there before I actually felt his touch. My hair, swept up into some fancy twist I'd had done, left my neck and back exposed. His fingers trailed down my spine, brushing through the wisps of hair on my neck as he sat down next to me. I bit my cheek to stop the little shiver. 

His hand settled on my thigh as he leaned into my ear, whispering, "You look stunning tonight. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of you." 

One little sentence, whispered in his deep rumble and I was awash in desire. I hated him a little bit right then. I hated that he could do this to me. "You don't get to say things like that." 

"I know," he said, "But I can't seem to stop myself." 

His hand started to trail up my thigh, the butterfly touch of his fingers sending little pulses of pleasure straight to my core. Once again I felt my love-hate relationship with this gown. The damn slit gave him unhindered access not only to my leg, but to the wet folds hidden only by a thin shield of lace. 

His hand continued its upward motion, sliding under the dress and between my thighs. Even as I told myself I should clamp them tight, refuse him access, my legs parted of their own volition. His fingers brushed by my engorged folds, one light, quick, glancing touch. I whimpered. 

I heard him hiss, a tiny groan escaping with the air. "You're already so fucking wet," he whispered against my ear. 

I could only nod my head and bite my lip to hold back the moan. Despite my efforts, I felt a the little shiver of pleasure run through me leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When his teeth nipped at my neck, one hard little bite into the muscle that ran across my shoulders, my nipples tightened, aching to join the game. 

I hated him again. Not only that he had this kind of power over me, but I hated myself for responding this way, yet I couldn't seem to stop it and he knew it. 

When his fingers dipped once more, this time sliding my lace panties out of the way, I simply parted my legs, giving in to the pleasure. Crazy, wrong, foolish... it didn't matter. I wanted this. 

His fingers separated my folds, sliding over my clit, bringing another rush of wetness to my pussy, easing his way as he finally dipped his finger into my opening. I was already so aroused, the entire night, hell the entire year, having been one, long tease for my senses. Even that little pressure, that one seeking finger, was enough to put me on the edge of release. It wouldn't take much to push me over the edge. 

My internal muscles clenched, tightening around his hand, causing him to mutter, "Fuck," under his breath. I glanced around quickly, pleased to notice that the room had mostly cleared, less than twenty people remained and they were all highly inebriated. No one was paying us any attention whatsoever. 

Thank God. 

I let my head roll back, my eyes closed as I gave myself over to the pleasure. 

The next little dip, he used two fingers, sliding them deeper, curling them up so he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. I gasped, thrusting my hips toward his hand. My body knew what it wanted, what I needed. I wanted to fuck him. Right here, right now. 

His fingers kept pulling back, thrusting in, curling up, the pressure expanding, blossoming low in my abdomen, before it worked its way out. My nipples got impossibly harder, pressing into the silken fabric as if trying to rip through, seeking the heat of his mouth. 

As the first waves of orgasm broke over me, I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, kissing him with all the strength, all the feeling I had been holding in for so fucking long. His mouth absorbed my cry, his tongue meeting mine as he groaned into me. 

When I pulled back, gasping for air, I heard him mumble, "Fuck it," as he lifted and yanked, manhandling me, twisting my body until I was sitting on the table in front of him. 

Before I could even ask what he intended to do, he pushed my legs wide, settling my spiked heels into his thighs. A rough yank and my lace panties were no more, the wispy fabric falling to the floor. 

"Wait, no... People are he..." His mouth settled against my pussy, the sensation sending all coherent thought right out of my head. No barrier, no restrictions, no cameras. What did I care about these people watching. Most of them had been on the set when we had done our sex scenes anyway. Now, at least, I was going to get some pleasure out of it. 

His tongue slipped between my folds, teasing my clit again, before finally plunging inside. Oh fuck! It felt so good, I couldn't help but throw my head back and whimper a little. My hands gave out, and I settled back onto my elbows while he continued to tease and torment me with his mouth. Finally, when I felt the first stirrings of release, I grabbed his head, grinding my pussy into his face, as I fucked up into him, setting the rhythm I needed. 

The orgasm ripped through me, more intense than the first, and I couldn't contain the sound any longer. A long deep moan burst forth, echoing off the now almost silent room. 

The silence registered in my subconscious, and as soon as my brain could process the information, I forced my eyes open. A quick look around confirmed mostly everyone had left. However, the few people that remained had actually moved in closer. 

To watch. 

I waited for the rush of humiliation. 

Instead, I felt another little burst of wetness rush out of my very exposed pussy. The tingle of arousal, rather than dying out, flared to life again. I looked up and met his eyes. The green depths were almost black with desire. 

He was waiting on me. My choice. My decision. Finally, I had some power in this 'relationship'. 

I gave one sharp nod of my head. 

"Thank fucking God," he said as he yanked at the button on his slacks, pushing them backward he freed his erection. 

I had seen it before, but knowing it was about to be buried inside me in truth, not just fiction, made it a whole different prospect. He was huge. And so ready the head was already a dark purple. 

I groaned and grabbed at his shirt, pulling him to me for a long deep kiss as he yanked my hips toward him. I could taste myself on his face and I was surprised to find it pleasant, arousing even. The head of his cock brushed through my folds, the wetness from his mouth and two orgasms making him slip and slide against me. As good as it felt, that wasn't what I needed. 

He knew. 

His hands gripped tighter, hard enough to leave marks I was sure I would see tomorrow. I heard people gasp around us. Whether it was the sound itself or simply the reminder that we had an audience, I couldn't say, but something sent another little pulse of arousal through me. I needed him... Now! 

Finally, I felt the head pushing into me, stretching the tight ring of muscle at my entrance, before his cock slipped past the opening and the delicious pressure began to fill me. I was so tight, it had been so damn long since I had been with anyone, and never anyone as big as he was, I could feel every inch, every centimeter as he pushed harder, sliding into me slowly. 

Inch by inch, push by push, finally he pulled back and simply drove into my pussy in one hard thrust. 

A groan tore from his throat when he was buried to the hilt, a matching sound echoing from somewhere behind me. He pulled out and thrust again, and I no longer cared where the noise came from. 

Something seemed to snap inside him, the controlled passion, the gentle lips, were suddenly gone as he fucked me, hard and fast, pulling me to him as he rammed his hips forward. 

I loved it. I fucking loved it! 

He drove us both up, hard and fast, the tension coiling inside my belly tighter and tighter, almost to the point of pain. I knew he couldn't hold on much longer, his body strung so taut his back felt like granite where I gripped it.

I felt his release begin, his teeth sinking into the neck muscle one more time, hard and deep, the first jets of his come bathing my insides with heat. The combination released an orgasm unlike anything I've ever felt, every muscle in my body tensing and releasing. I threw my head back, the sound of my keening cry ricocheted off the walls as my nails tried to tear through the fabric of his dress shirt. 

By the time I could force my eyes open again, he was buttoned, my dress pulled back into place to cover everything important. I looked into those green eyes, his dark hair totally destroyed by my hands grabbing onto him. He helped me up, gently, setting me on his lap rather than my own chair. 

I felt his lips against my ear again... "Once will never be enough."



Dinner for Two



What can I say? My girlfriend and I have a gratuitous and fortunate sex life. Above all I am honest with her and she is with me, so when I told her I wanted to be dressed like a two bit whore and fucked with the largest "strap on" she would dare use, I was scared she would leave me. Instead we went shopping. The saleswoman at Victoria Secret must have wondered why we were buying the same thing in two different sizes. And as I looked back while my girlfriend was paying I noticed them both look me up and down and smile. 

As time passed, my kinks became more and more extreme, or maybe I learned to be a bit more honest with myself as I long ago learned to trust her. There were many times I fucked her, not caring which orifice I entered. I dumped my cum in her, using her much like I used a rag when I first started jerking off. We fucked so much that every position became mundane. Our imaginations are what spiced it up. I liked making her cum and wanted to please her as much as she pleased me. I like to think I'm very good with my tongue, words, I meant words. 

Once a week she dressed me in lingerie, but once a month she transformed me into a woman. This meant I was dressed in thigh highs, garters, heels, mini skirt, bra, and a lace top, but she added some make-up and a wig to complete the effect. 

Occasionally she made me shave my legs. And when we watch the videos we recorded, I jerk off with her sitting next to me doing the same. It was exciting watching me get pegged with her strap-on. What can I say? It is hot; especially since sometime I don't even recognize the "girl" as me. 

A little about my other half, other than she's wonderful. She is a bit younger than me and has been with more men then I've been with women. I'm OK with that; it's actually a turn on when she whispers in my ear who and what she's done before while we have sex. Mind you, this is normally after I already came a few times and she knows the thought will keep me erect to fuck her until she cums again. 

She doesn't discriminate either; I knew she was with black men, black men with big dicks. If I remember correctly, her biggest dick inside her was 11 1/2". And although I might not be able to compare in the size and girth department, I please her. However, that's a story for another time since the relationship we are in is currently our second chance. She told me many times that she loved watching a black man fuck her because of the contrast. This might also be why we have multiple sex toys in multiple colors, but the strap on was always "white".

Then one day, she changed it on me. I was on my knees unzipping her pants and a big huge "black" dick nailed me in the face. She laughed at my shocked look and before I could stand up and protest, she grabbed the back of my head with the one hand and shoved her "dick" in my mouth with the other. I guess I was trained well, I started sucking. I watched for a few seconds as the black mass disappeared into my mouth. Before closing my eyes and succumbing, I silently agreed with her that the contrast of colors was hot and started bobbing my head back and forth.

The cold plastic warmed entering and exiting my mouth as I imagined what she said sucking cock feels like. The reality of her plastic dick gave way to a new visual. In my mind, I was no longer sucking off a toy. I was gorging my sexual desire with my first black cock. When I gagged, it only made her fuck my face faster. Any normal cross dressing session we had never lasted this long. Normally after five minutes of "sucking her off" she would position herself behind me, but not this time. This first time with her black meat in my mouth lasted thirty. I think I came twice...without touching. 

It's only on special occasions that she uses the black strap-on; she likes it better when I beg for it. Eventually, being in my ass or my mouth wasn't enough and we placed another on the headboard of our bed. I was impaled by both ends. My lust knew no bounds. Of course we would switch and I would be behind her fucking away in her ass while she sucked on the black plastic cock. When we did this, it was by "black cocks" only, she felt...excuse me. While writing this, I have to go jerk off, what's to come I need to be level headed as I write. After all, my girlfriend will be reading this and I want to make sure she gets wet during my re-telling of events; maybe I will eat her pussy while she reads it over.

The next few events occurred because something that happened a couple months ago. While she was in my ass fucking away we had a conversation. Sometimes these "conversations" were demands I had dinner on the table when she got home, or the bathroom had to be cleaned while wearing my maid's outfit, and even the occasional customer she told me she wanted to fuck. 

There were two in particular she told me about... a lot. I already had it in my head what they looked like, by her description, both were big and black. This is when she admitted to me she wanted to fuck both of them, while I watched...dressed. I came instantly. We talked about it afterwards and the idea still turned us on without any indiscretion. We were very open with her fantasies so it didn't bother me. 

When she called me up to take her to lunch the next day, I didn't realize how much thought she put into it. I walked in I saw her talking to two black men. I pretended that these were the two she always mentioned. I found out during lunch, they were. 

I'm 6'; she's 5'3". She looked minuscule next to the taller of the two; I approximated him to be 6' 3" and the other shorter at 5'10". Both had very large muscular builds and both, if I guessed right, were in their twenties. I would try to deny that I checked out their bulges, but she would call me on that, so I am just going to say, they looked like they were packing. She introduced me to them both and then excused us saying I was taking her to lunch. At first I thought I was the escape clause from the two customers and as we walked away, I felt they were staring at her like she was lunch or maybe it was me.

"What do you think?"

"Of?" I hesitantly asked, wondering if she was inquiring about the food, or did I miss something. I looked over her nails, hair, and clothing, but nothing was new, nothing looked out of place; she looked as beautiful as she always did. 

"The two customers."

"What about them?" I was trying to be nonchalant, but my sick perverted desires wanted to hear her voice her own wanton sexual deviancy.

"I would love to fuck them while you watch as we pretended to do."

Even though we were in public, the one thing that makes me love this woman so much is that she is very direct and straight to the point. She didn't lower her voice, didn't even pretend we were talking about anything other than the new curtains she wanted. I think the old lady next to us would have blushed if she didn't happen to be reading "50 shades of Gray". 

"So what's stopping you?" I said half jokingly and fully turned on. I can't deny it, when I'm wearing panties, and she long ago trained me to be in panties for our "work" lunch dates, I become an instant slut and if she talked about sex, I became wet. 

In our relationship we talked about many things. I knew her fantasy of multiple guys; bathed in cum, being with a woman, forcibly, but we never talked about actually doing anything with anyone. We only role-played in the bedroom. Was this a test of my love, was she so serious about this that she might do it anyway, or was our love so strong that we could dabble and not become jealous?

She laughed it off "They're gay, but god damn aren't they cute?"

I avoided the question with another bite of my lunch. Even though I knew she was looking at me I kept my attention on my food. We continued with small talk and then I took her back to work. I went home and them being gay or not I jerked off at the thought of the two of them fucking my girlfriend. I didn't last long. Almost directly after, she called.

"What's up Boo?"

"Hey, Honey."

"Baby, I need to fuck you tonight. Thinking about those two men and mmmm, well, it just turns me on. And I don't mean our little partially dressed scenarios. I mean that once a month fucking, but you're going to have to get ready yourself. Can you do that for me?" 

I knew exactly what she wanted, but it was slightly out of character. Tonight was her night, I even bought the new ropes, but when it came to sex I never argued. The bigger problem was I never dressed completely without her. Normally I would just dress in lingerie and "slut" clothes. She was the one that put the makeup on. 

"I'll try, but I might have some problems with the lipstick, not to mention mascara, eye liner," but she cut me off. She sounded a little rushed. Her voice echoed a bit, I'm sure she was sneaking a phone call in the bathroom. 

"That's ok. I'm sure you'll do great. Paint your nails too, and you can use my favorite perfume, I'll be home at regular time. Don't worry about making dinner. I ordered it, just set the table for us and light the candles and incense... Oops, I have to go, I love you."

"I love y..." But I couldn't get the last words out. She already hung up. I proceeded to get ready. I had four hours to transform. 

I was proud of myself. I was done after three and for the final hour I practiced walking in my heels. I was startled when I heard knocking. I hoped it was because she forgot her keys again. It wouldn't be good for any neighbors to see me like this, but after opening the door I saw her carrying a bit too many packages. I helped relieve her of her bags, except one. I followed her into the kitchen, a bit proud that I could walk in five inch heels without stumbling, the practice really pays off. Normally, I am on my knees when I wear them or on my back. I bent over to kiss her, but she stopped me.

"I don't want to ruin your lipstick... just yet. I can't wait to see that color red on a black cock. Unpack everything and let me get ready. Have some of the wine, and pour me a glass." She left the kitchen to walk to the bedroom with a black bag that said "Dazzles", our favorite toy spot. 

I'm not a wine drinker, in fact I hardly drink at all since it takes so much, and normally I'm the designated driver. Wine however just disagrees with me, but she likes when I drink it. She says the look makes me girly. I got two glasses and unpacked everything, but clearly there wasn't enough for two. 

"Honey, are we both eating tonight?" I called out loud enough for her to hear me.

"Yea,why?"

"Did you forget something?"

She walks out at this point, and looks at what I unpacked.

"Shit, I must have forgotten one. It's probably still on the restaurant counter. Enjoy your wine and I'll be back before you know it." She left kissing me on the cheek. As she exited the kitchen heading for the door I hear one last comment. Normally it's "I love you", but this time it was "mmm, so fuckable."

Smiling, I popped the cork, probably the easiest bottle I ever opened. Pouring the red wine into the glass and swirling it around to bring the aroma out, it smelled different, sweeter even. I laughed at the thought she might have poured some Manichevits (cheap kosher wine) into an expensive wine bottle to add to the allure of the evening. I proceeded to sip it as I walked into the bedroom, my balls and ass were tingling at the words she said as she left, wondering if I was supposed to even hear them. 

Trying to walk as sexy as I could, I entered the bedroom and there on the bed was a brand new strap on. I guess this was the black dick she wanted my lipstick on. It was thick and twelve inches long. My heart raced at the fear of taking it all, but I knew once I started I would have to bury that monstrosity in my ass. The thought made my dick stretch my panties. I left the room knowing that if I soiled my panties this early in the game I'd be in trouble. I must have rushed too quickly because exiting the bedroom, I staggered. I went back to trying to walk as sexy as I could while I sipped some more from the glass. I staggered again. It might be better if I sat down. Luckily I didn't spill any, those red wines' stain like nothing else.

After fifteen minutes of waiting I finished my first glass and my second. I decided to start a third. Surprisingly, the normal effect wine has on me, was not an issue with this particular vineyard. She should be back soon. I sat at the table smelling the food wondering what was taking so long. I was hungry, but more so, I was getting tired. So tired that the sexual excitement I felt gave way to blackness.

.......



"What do we have here?"

I fell asleep. I felt groggy...and restrained. The voice I heard was foreign. Confusion racked my brain. I was no longer at the kitchen table. I was in the bedroom lying on stomach, my panties pulled down around my legs. I could feel a finger probing my ass and I moaned as it wiggled around me. I was disoriented and not fully aware what was going on. 

I was blind folded and couldn't see, but hearing my girlfriend's voice soothed me, at first anyway. 

"Oh baby, you've gotten yourself into a mess. I can't believe you drank that whole bottle. You became very flirtatious and even the bar tender told us we had to go home. You got us flagged for flirting with those men. We might never be able to go back."

What was going on? Was I at a bar? The foggy feeling refused to lift. It must have been the combination of the alcohol and the finger probing my ass, especially each time my prostrate was pressed against. I wondered while I was at lunch with my girlfriend if I really should have noticed her nails, because I didn't feel any sharp edges. My head was still swimming in the pillow as my ass pushed upwards allowing the finger to dig deeper.

"Do it" I heard her whisper, "I want to watch." 

"What's that?" Wondering what she said, and why. I turned my head and saw her face.

Her next words were next to my ear. The very heat of her breath increased my heart rate. "Oh baby, you're going to please me like you never did before and I'm not going to have to do anything." 

Was that her face so close to mine? I felt the finger pull out. The panties were pulled lower. 

They no longer rested around my thighs; they were pulled down to my ankles. I loved when she fucked my dressed like this. I hoped she would take it off so I could watch. I could only imagine what she looked like wearing that huge 12" black dick. Somehow she stopped me from looking back behind me just as I felt a tongue probe my ass. I was confused, how did she pull my panties down behind me, doing what's being done, and hold my face from moving. Her hands cupped my face tenderly. She spoke making sure I understood every syllable as the tongue drove in deeper.

"Tell me something baby, do you want to be my whore tonight?" Her words were gentle and hypnotic. The reality of what was happening was still an illusion. "Do you want to have the biggest black dick that you've ever had inside you before?" The thought of her entering me was too much, my lust was taking over.

"Yes." is what I heard in my head, but it came out mumbled. The tongue pushed deeper and a finger was added between licks, possibly two. 

"I want you to understand. You're being licked by a man. His finger is entering you. For all the things we talked about, this is where it starts, this is where you change. I want you to know it's a dick that you're going to beg me to enter you, a big thick black dick. Not some plastic toy." 

I loved when she played like this before, making me think it was real, but what was she saying, was she about to force me to confront my desires? I've done the same to her, making her think of being used, but my head felt so clouded. 

I whimpered again.

"I need to hear you; I want to hear you beg."

"Yes, please."

"Yes, please what?"

"Just do it."

"Do what?"

I gave in. I told her what she wanted to hear. "I want them to fuck me, turn me into your little sissy faggot. I want to please you by submitting, make me your whore."

"You're already my whore and I hope you mean that. I want you to think. Do you remember those two men earlier, the ones you said I could fuck, because they are here tonight to fuck you. Would you like them to fuck you? No, don't answer, it honestly doesn't matter what you want at this point. I have enough pictures of his tongue in your ass to masturbate to for weeks. At first I honestly hated the idea of seeing you with someone else, but I can't deny my panties got soaking wet at work thinking about it. I wanted them to see you; that's why I asked you to come to lunch today. And after they saw you, they couldn't wait to fuck you. Turning you into an Oreo cookie was just too hot to think about."

She was serious. I imagined it was the neighbor Jenny, or maybe her coworker Sue, not the two black men she was talking to earlier. I wasn't ready for this, was I? My dick couldn't be confessing my desires by being harder than it ever was. The thoughts racing through my head made my dick throb, was I really about to become her faggot? I felt a mixture of being afraid and thrilled to admit the truth and concentrated more on the tongue and fingers probing my ass. 

"Would you like to suck on a nice thick black cock?"

I didn't answer. If I admitted it, wasn't it all over? Was I scared she was serious, or did I like my ass being used by an unknown entity? 

I didn't answer; she asked again. "Do you want to suck on a nice thick black cock?" As she said it a second time she pulled something into view. Directly next to her mouth and mine was the black dick she was talking about. She kissed the head and even placed the tip in her mouth before she pushed it towards me. It was thick, and very dark in contrast to the hand that held it, the hand that had the same color nails painted that my girlfriend wore. It was..."c'mon honey, open your mouth." I obeyed. I was entranced. My hand reached for the massive piece of flesh. The warmth erupted into my hands as my girlfriends hand left the thick cock and it was only held aloft by me. 

"Beg me to suck it, bitch." This time the voice was different. It was deeper, masculine.

"Do you want this baby?" It was her again. The fog was beginning to lift. "Let me make this real for you." A phone was placed in front of me, the screen showed a picture. It was a picture of a cute slut with two black men, one in front and one behind. Both of them looked to be very well endowed. The cock in front of her was about eight inches, but the one behind was massive, almost like John Holmes, but black. The funny thing is the porn slut was dressed just like me. 

"Do you want to see the slut get fucked?"

"Yes!" At first I thought I'd see more pictures, but understanding instantly when she said "Do it."

My ass started to spread and my mouth opened. The picture of the slut became more apparent, it didn't just look like me; it was me. The dick I was holding throbbed between thrusts into my mouth. I realized what was going on. Taking the dick out of my mouth, I started to get up, to get away. But the hands held on, two on my hips, and two on my head. The cock placed back into in my mouth was real and the one in my ass just as real. 

I heard my girlfriend tell me everything was ok, but it was the deeper inner voice that had me stop struggling. I wanted this. 

"Stop it bitch, we know all about you. Just enjoy it. Your girlfriend over there is snapping pictures of you right now, just like all the other pictures she showed us."

The second voice from behind me also spoke "You're just another white slut. You're woman took black dick before and now she wants you to as well. Personally, I think you should thank her, unless you want us to stop."

Both cocks exited from my body. I could still feel the one dick inside my ass twitching, pressing against me, ready to thrust into me again. The other dick was taken out of my mouth, giving me the chance to answer. I still had it in my hand; I didn't want to let go. 




Dinner for Two



"No", my breath was raspy.

"No what baby?" she asked again

"Please fuck me."

"But, I'm not fucking you baby. You're begging for two men to fuck you. You know that, right? Two big black men, but they can go home, they don't have to stay."

"No, please."

"Please what honey?"

"Please, let them fuck me, just fuck me."

"No, I don't think you want it" was the reply, but I didn't give them a choice I pulled the dick that was in my hand back into my mouth and pushed back allowing the second cock to slide back in to my waiting ass. 

Slut, whore, and sissy were just some of the words said to me. My blood flowed quicker and the fog lifted. Everything was crystal clear. Whatever drug my girlfriend put in the wine was out of my system, well enough to know I was sandwiched between two black men and I was enjoying it. They must have been enjoying it too, because I could feel the one explode in my ass and the other into my mouth, but not much. He pulled out and the rest came all over my face. My girlfriend came in closer taking more pictures with her phone before licking the cum from my face. Once done, she spoke again. Her hand still on the phone recording, while her other hand was fingering herself. 

"Do you want more? Do you want to continue being my little faggot? Does it turn you on to be my little slut? Isn't this what you craved? Is it all you ever dreamed?"

I whispered "yes" into her ear and before she slid the thick black dick in my mouth, I whispered back 

"Next time, it's your turn."



Dinner for Two



The hypnosis had been both a long shot and a last resort when you tried it a few years ago as a treatment for depression. After a couple years of therapists, prescriptions, exercise, homeopathy, and sundry hadn't worked, you'd become desperate enough to try just about anything.

To our mutual surprise, your mood improved dramatically after about six months of twice-weekly sessions with the hypnotherapist. I initially figured the depression just went away on its own; as it appeared to me it had begun. Until a year ago March, that is, when I discovered the hypnosis had a deep hold on you.

I had no idea what had come over you the first time the post-hypnotic suggestion was triggered. At the time, I thought you'd simply had more drinks than I'd observed and gotten sexually carried away in your stupor.

It was the night of my company's holiday party prior, at a nice hotel downtown. We'd all been drinking wine and beer from the open bar and were talking loudly when a voice on the periphery mentioned a feeling of déjà vu. This set a new course for the conversation at our table. The company's nerdy sysadmin and resident movie buff, Joel, who was seated just to your right, was a huge fan of "Groundhog Day"-as evidenced by the numerous "Phil Connors" quotes he subsequently spouted. 

Just when it seemed Joel might go on far too long, he fell quiet-mid-quote. After a semi-awkward pause, the conversation moved on to the other side of the table and another movie. It was about three months before I understood why Joel got up and left the party so suddenly that night.

What I first noticed was unusual about you that night was your hand on my cock. As a company owner, a room was reserved for us on the hotel's club level. You'd earlier alluded to our maybe having sex up there, but grabbing my penis under the table was completely unexpected-and uncharacteristic.

If we'd been by ourselves, I'd have wanted you to continue; heck, I'd have probably stuck my hand between your legs too. But the other folks at the table included my employees. So I quietly moved your hand aside. I couldn't believe it when you rubbed my penis again.

As I removed your hand from my lap the second time, I excused myself from the table and headed toward the bathrooms down the hall. I thought maybe you were drunk but expected you to still take the hint to stop. Instead, you followed me down the hall, cornered me, and grabbed my ass as you kissed me.

"Stop that," I whispered. "What's gotten into you?"

"I need to see your dick right now," was your intense but playfully stated reply. That really floored me.

Given how rarely you're in the mood anymore, I decided a change of plans was in order, gave you the key to our room, and told you I'd meet you there in a few minutes.

After saying my goodbyes and apologizing for our being tired so early I headed up to join you. 

I knocked on the door and you answered-naked and apparently without even checking if it was me. You immediately started pulling on my belt and had my penis in your hand before the door was all the way closed.

Your mouth was so soft and warm and your whole throat seemed to be pulling me in. I was rock hard and practically came right there by the door.

More remarkable to me than the animalistic sex we had on and off over several hours that night was that you didn't remember a thing about it in the morning. You swore I dreamt my whole torrid tale. And also insisted that you'd had only the two glasses of wine I'd seen you drink. I started to doubt my own memory, but also wondered if someone had maybe slipped something into one of your drinks.

We'd only had infrequent perfunctory sex in the three months before I put two and two together. 

The second time you grabbed my penis and dragged me into the bedroom, "Groundhog Day" had come on after your current favorite sitcom. Fortunately, the kids were already in bed when it happened!

I worked out your trigger phrase over the course of the following weekend-by trial and error, in consultation with quotes from an online movie site and my memories of what Joel said at the holiday party. Initially your first move was always straight to my cock.

It took me a few months to refine my control of your behavior, by trial and error based on advice from a book and an online forum for aspiring hypnotists. You no longer went straight for my cock unless I wanted you to. Along the way, I also found a different Phil Connors' quote had been implanted to release you. Until then, sleep always did the trick.

My favorite thing about our new relationship was the quickies. All I needed was a few minutes in a room with you to turn you on, get you naked, enjoy a quick suck or fuck, and then return us both to whatever else we were doing moments earlier. I'd several times made use of you in this way over the past year, including once in the master bedroom upstairs from a party at your colleague's house. 

Of course, I also enjoyed the times we petted and fucked for hours. It turns me on endlessly when your orgasms come in waves like that.

Though you never had a memory of what we'd done in your trances, the endorphins kicking through your bloodstream after we had sex always seemed to improve your mood.

What turned me on the most, to my utter surprise, was the thought that another man had implanted the trigger in you. I had discovered it accidentally, but he had surely known exactly what he was doing. How many times had he taken advantage of you? All I really know for sure is what I've made you do.

Recently, thoughts of you with the hypnotist have increasingly filled my head with previously unimaginable ideas. My desire to actually see you with another man has been rising. Which is why I arranged for the kids to stay with your parents this weekend and invited the hypnotist here. I want him to deprogram you before I do something outrageous.

He'll be here in about 3 hours and has asked that you already be in a trance under my control when he arrives. He said it would be best if you didn't ever know that he was here. 

I love you so much and feel badly about what I've done. Which is why I'm coming clean with you now. If you hate me I understand. I've been a terrible husband by taking advantage of this way and I know it. You deserve better. I'm so sorry.

"Oh, dear," you replied to my shock-hugging me close and sobbing lightly. "You've always been a great husband. It is I who have let you down. You have it all backwards. It's time I come clean."

-

I didn't put my hand in Joel's lap at that holiday party like you think. But I did make him shut up suddenly-by whispering in his ear that he was rambling. I don't know why he left the table or the party; maybe he was embarrassed that he had rambled.

Nonetheless, hearing Joel say the phrase "Chance of departure: 100 percent." did stir me up sexually. It had been a while since you and I had been intimate and I was already looking forward to being alone with you in the hotel that night-since there were no kids around. On top of that underlying arousal and the wine, those five words brought back a flood of sexual memories and I was suddenly overcome with desire. 

Admittedly, grabbing your crotch and butt were too aggressive given the social environment, but they had the effect on you I hoped they would: you left the party and joined me upstairs. I lied in the morning that I didn't remember, because I felt guilty about acting so uncharacteristically and was afraid you might begin to suspect something was up.

You see, the hypnotism had turned out not to work, at least not on me. But I was initially open to the possibility and the hypnotist, Sean, was so confident it would work. So even when it didn't work I played along, thinking maybe it would work later if I just gave it enough sessions.

For the first two weeks or so Sean didn't even perform hypnosis once. Instead, he asked me lots of background questions about my emotional and physical health, answered all of my questions about hypnosis respectfully, and generally made me feel comfortable around him and in his office. He was so smooth about it all, that it was only months later that I saw how expertly he had leveraged the background information about my sexual health and menstrual cycle.

The first two times we practiced the hypnosis, I felt very relaxed but was always fully aware of everything that was going on during the session. I specifically kept an eye on the clock during the second session and there were never any gaps in my memory. Sometimes he would instruct me to do something like raise my arm or sit up, which I complied with-consciously.

The third session caught me off guard. While I was under, he commanded me to undo the top button on my blouse. I was still playing along, wasn't sure how to stop then, and considered maybe it was a test, so I actually did it. Twenty minutes later he asked me to unbutton another button; and then another; until the blouse was completely undone. And a few minutes after I had complied with that, to hike my skirt up to my hips, revealing my by now wet panties. I was awake and fully conscious the whole time, but very very aroused.

In hindsight I have several explanations for why I played along with Sean's initial sexual advances. First, I was still in the mode of being compliant and wanting to believe the hypnosis would work; I also didn't know how to suddenly tell him that I had been faking. But that wasn't strong enough a reason, by itself, for letting him take advantage of the situation. In hindsight, I believe he used his knowledge of my medical background to time this first sexual advance according to my hormonal cycle; you see, my body was at its sexual peak that week. Finally, I'll admit, Sean is a handsome, fit, and well dressed man; I was flattered by his desire to see my body.

I masturbated to two orgasms in the car in the parking garage outside his office that Monday afternoon; once more before bed; and again in the morning. (You were away that week on business.) Still at peak hormonal arousal and in anticipation of an encore, I dressed in my sexiest undergarments and a curve-fitting dress for the Thursday afternoon session. 

It was at that session that he taught me the post-hypnotic phrases. I was awake and aware the whole time, but so worked up sexually that I was getting wet just thinking about him seeing my body again. It took real concentration to memorize the two phrases, neither of which I'd ever heard before.

After Sean had me fully expose my breasts as I lay on the chaise and used the magic phrase that first time, he deftly pulled his penis out through his zipper. I was so ready for sex by that moment that I couldn't stop myself from moving closer to him. His penis was like a magnet pulling my body to his. As I reached his chair, I lightly pulled on his limp penis with my left hand while undoing his belt with my right. Belt undone, I pulled his pants and silk boxers to the floor as I went down on my knees between his legs.

His erect penis was the largest I had ever seen in person. Not so much longer than average, but very very thick. It was even difficult for me to get my mouth around more than just the head. But I was a woman possessed. I could not get enough of sucking that fat dick.

For reasons I didn't understand at the time, it drove me crazy with lust that he just sat back in his chair as if I were his sex slave, had no needs of my own, and should just make sure he came. The way he looked at my breasts falling out of my dress as though they were his toys turned me on.

Would he fuck me? Oh, how I wanted him to. Was my body sexy enough for him? Oh, how I longed it to be. How could I entice him to care about my needs? I wanted to keep him hard and make him come. But I also wanted that thick cock deep inside of me.

It was then that I stood up, removed my panties, hiked my dress, leaned forward over the chaise, and displayed myself wantonly as I looked back at him with my ass high in the air. I was dripping wet and practically shaking with anticipation. Fortunately, he took the hint, stood, and walked up behind me.

I expected to feel his erection in my sex immediately, but he surprised me by kneeling behind me, spreading my legs wider, and licking me from that angle. He teased my clit with his tongue while burying his nose between my lips-in a combination that felt amazing. 

Then suddenly, after fingering me, he briefly inserted his moistened fingertip into my asshole. All of these new sensations at once were too much to bear, and I screamed out loudly as I orgasmed.

A minute later he was standing behind me, the tip of his cock gently rubbing back and forth along my labia. He was driving me crazy! I was so glad to see he'd put on a condom on his own, because I was not exactly in a good negotiating position and that was far from my greatest concern at the time.

I was already close to another orgasm when he deftly grabbed my hips and firmly inserted his full thick cock deep inside me. I came the second time right as he hit bottom. His thickness made for a previously unknown feeling of pressure against my walls.

I needed to lay down following that orgasm, so moved onto the chaise, with him on top of me-still inside me from behind. I squirmed and wiggled my butt in all directions until he started thrusting harder and faster. Then we fell into a rhythm that was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I had two more of those as and immediately after he shot his load. Afterward he let all of his weight pin me to the chaise until he was ready to come out. Oh how I love being pinned down.

It was interesting to consciously observe how he managed my return from the trance. He put everything in the room back to order first, dressed me carefully, had me lay demurely on the couch, and said the release phrase, "Today is tomorrow. It happened." Then, as a final step, he ended the surrounding hypnosis therapy session in the normal manner. And finally said goodbye.

The next several weeks consisted entirely of therapy sessions under normal hypnosis. We talked about my depression and other issues relating to my emotional health. I wondered if we would ever have sex again, but obviously was not in a position to beg!

During later sessions, when he did want sex, he would greet me at the door with the passphrase and I would willingly comply with his every command for the full hour. I appreciated being desired by this handsome man and also that he carefully timed his demands so that I was never having my period.

It is regrettable that long-term loving relationships, like ours, don't easily lend themselves to the kinds of animalistic sexual passion that lives somewhere deep inside us all-men and women. My affair with Sean was an escape from the boring that is the every day. By completely and "unknowingly" submitting myself to his every command, I found a kind of sexual freedom to enjoy myself that led to some of the best sex of my life. 

I let myself enjoy the affair for months. But in the end I chose you. I chose our marriage and our family. And I found happiness again in that choice. With the decision made, the depression lifted. I broke off the hypnotherapy by phone and haven't seen Sean since.

The night "Groundhog Day" was on TV, I wanted you to make the connection. I hadn't seen the movie before but knew from Joel's quotes that this was where Sean had gotten those phrases. After watching the movie until the first quote was said, I tried to behave as obviously like I had at the holiday party as I could. I wanted passionate sex with you that night. But I also hoped you would put Joel's quoting the movie together with the hypnotism and learn to take control of me like Sean had. It was the only way for me to find my sexual freedom with you.

I have been awake and aware every time you've used my body over the past year. I got a sexual charge every time you made me strip for you, "accidentally" flash a stranger, and put my hand in your lap in public. I loved every quickie too. 

Thank you for letting me be both your loving boring day-to-day wife and also your "unknowing" sex slave for the last year.

I'm sorry I had an affair, but I'm so happy we've found good sex again. I hope you can keep taking charge and telling me what to do, despite what you now know. And that you can forgive me for the affair?

But, first, what should we do about Sean? He'll be here in two hours! As much as I enjoyed the sex at the time, I'm done with the affair and just want to be with you. You need to call him and cancel.

-

After thinking for a minute you said, "Prepare a nice dinner for the two of us." Then you immediately got up and left the house mysteriously and without another word. Were you mad at me? Sean? Both of us? Were you going to call him? What would you tell him? And what time would you be back for dinner?

By the time you returned home- bottle of wine and a fresh loaf of bread in hand-I had prepared a salad, marinated a steak from the fridge, cleaned some green beans, and sliced mushrooms for a gravy. You went upstairs for a few minutes, came back down dressed handsomely, and then came to see me in the kitchen.

"Go take a shower and get yourself ready for dinner," was all you said. "I've laid out your clothes on the bed."

When I went upstairs I couldn't believe that you wanted me to wear only those three things for dinner: my sheer red panties, a similarly colored lace bra, and matching high heel shoes. (You men are all so predictable!) On the other hand, I was happy you still wanted me and was eager to play along.

As I came back to the kitchen I found you had partly set the table, sliced the bread, and were outside grilling the steak. "I can't finish cooking dressed like this," I said when you came in. Without saying a word, you put an apron over my head, spun me around to tie it in the back, and then spanked me-hard-on my right cheek. Then you handed me a glass of white wine. Together we finished making dinner and setting the table over that and more wine.

Still without saying a word, you removed my apron, pulled me in close with your hands on my ass, kissed me passionately and then pulled out the dining chair for me.

The blindfold you placed over my eyes as I sat down caught me by surprise. Had you bought that while you were out? Then you pulled my chair out away from the table too, a good six feet or so, instead of pushing it in. And tied my wrists to the chair with what felt like silk ties. How was I supposed to eat? Would you feed me?

It was but a minute later that the doorbell rang! "Stay there," you said as you walked out of the dining room. As if I had a choice about that. But who was at the door?

As you opened the door and welcomed him inside our home, I recognized Sean's deep voice immediately. All kinds of different thoughts and emotions flooded my mind and body. My body felt flush and aroused. But I was also scared. Why was Sean here? Why hadn't you called him to cancel? Were you angry?

As you entered the dining room, Sean laughed and said, "I see that you really have been taking control of the situation."

"Please sit," you said. "Let's enjoy a nice meal before you deprogram her. I put her in the trance like you asked, so there's no rush. And I added the blindfold so she won't see you after the deprogramming. Would you like a glass of wine?"

Judging from the location of your voices, you rearranged the table so you were seated next to Sean across from me-thus both with a perfect view of my scantily-clad body. My nipples were pushing out against the lace of my bra and my panties would've surely been see-through from moisture even if they hadn't been sheer. Two glasses of wine on an empty stomach and my complete loss of control were physiologically intoxicating. My whole body was tingling with the thought of being ogled by you both-as I sat bound and exposed.




Dinner for Two



Your conversation was about hypnosis, of course. After gaining his trust by revealing some of what you'd been up to with me, and a second glass of wine of his own, Sean confessed to you that he had taken advantage of me on the order of twenty times-and that I was not the only of his patients under a similar spell. Sean even told the whole story about how he had first perfected and refined his technique for sexual exploitation through hypnotherapy, about some of his early failures, and about the recent transformation of his practice into his pleasure playground. It seemed he hadn't accepted a male patient in years. And only the right type of female patient would do anymore.

When you excused yourself to use the bathroom, I suddenly felt Sean's finger circle lightly on my left nipple. And then his lips gently brushed mine as he reached under the edge of my panties and rubbed my clit in soft circles. 

I thought you would catch him, but he heard you down the hall and was back in his seat before your return. Sean's touches and the thought of you catching him, as well as you both staring at me as you ate was driving my body to the edge. My heart was racing, my breathing heavy, and I felt close to orgasm just sitting there.

One thing Sean said he learned early in his practice was that hypnosis does not work on everyone. In fact, it really only works on about 40% of the population. But, to his surprise, many of the women who never were hypnotized would still have affairs with him while "under". These sorts of women had three things in common with me: they were middle aged, they were "happily married", and they had been more sexually active earlier in their lives. He could, though, never really be sure who was and who wasn't in a trance. Only just a few of the younger single women he'd seen earlier in his practice had ever stopped a session when he made an advance. One had slapped him, but other than that and not coming back, they'd done nothing else. After he refined his client screening and multi-week initiation, none of the women had spoken up in a decade.

As far as Sean knew, you were the first husband to ever discover and make use of the post-hypnotic suggestion. As a precaution, he generally deprogrammed his patients during their final hypnosis session. But I had cancelled therapy so abruptly, and by phone, that he didn't have a chance to do that.

After your dinner and conversation, I was shocked to hear you ask Sean, conspiratorially, "Shall we have our way with her together before the deprogramming?"

At that, I heard you both get up from the table. Immediately I felt your four hands on my body. One set of hands began as fingers in my hair and then stroked my face and neck lightly before rubbing my shoulders and the full length of my arms before resting above my breasts. The other hands began at my feet, explored my legs playfully from ankle to knee and then rubbed the full length of my thighs several times before resting on my inner thighs-just an inch from my heat.

Beginning again, your touches gradually and simultaneously reached my erogenous zones. My bra was unsnapped and slid down my arms. And my panties were pulled to one side. Fingertips against my nipples and my clit set my heart racing again.

It was only after my first orgasm and a much-needed moment of rest that I was untied and released from the chair. Without a word I quickly complied with Sean's order to stand. My bra and panties were removed so expertly I hardly noticed, leaving me just in the blindfold and heels.

I heard belts and zippers coming undone and pants falling to the floor on both sides of me as you ordered me to my hands and knees. Unhesitatingly I complied-both of my masters now in shared control of my body.

Surprising even myself, I spoke aloud then my most secret private sexual fantasy of twenty years. "I want you both inside me at once," I practically begged.

"We will do that and more," you said masterfully. "Enjoy it."

It was then that one of you put his face up under my legs and pulled my hips down onto his tongue. I came a second time after just a few of those kisses. Momentarily losing the ability to hold my own weight, I collapsed onto the floor and he slid his face out from under me.

As I recovered from the orgasm I felt a new sensation. Someone was rubbing a lubricated finger around my asshole. Then a fingertip probed slightly inside. I never thought I'd say this, but I didn't want that finger to come out of my ass like it did.

I'd no idea until it was inserted that there was such a wonderful thing in the world as a slim vibrating butt plug. Rather than the pain I had always assumed something like that would cause, the feeling was more of fullness-and pleasure. The vibration was palpable in my pussy as well.

We walked together to the sofa in the next room in silence, where you together positioned me with my still-blindfolded face hanging off of one edge and my legs spread on a seat cushion. I reached out with both hands for your cocks, caught one, and pulled it to my lips; judging by its thickness it could only have been Sean. He straddled my face from above and pulled on my nipples as I took him as deeply as I could with my mouth.

It was then that you mounted me and plunged your dick deep inside me. 

There were so many sensations coming all at once now. The vibrations and fullness in my ass; your cock fucking my vagina-relentlessly and deeply; the intermittent clitoral stimulation as your thrusts went deep; the mouth-filling in and out pressure of Sean's thick cock; and the pain-pleasure at my pinched nipples. My orgasms came in uncountable waves while you took your own pleasures. I didn't want it to stop.

Later, as I lay spent and naked on the sofa, you each dressed. Still blindfolded, you then cleaned me up and put me in the lingerie and a nice dinner dress from upstairs. Sean helped me to a chair at the table, by his plate-as if I had eaten dinner alone with you.

Finally, Sean spoke to me in his hypnotist voice and gave the command for me to forget all about the passphrases. On his way out of the house, I heard him tell you the command to speak as you removed the blindfold.

As soon as he left, you closed the front door, led me upstairs by the hand, laid me down on the bed, and took your place beside me. You hugged me close and we kissed passionately for several minutes. After you finally gave the command and removed the blindfold we shared a long laugh and then fell fast asleep in our clothes.

"Thank you, master," I said with a playful smile the next morning. 

"No, thank you, lover," you winked back.



Dinner For Two



The maitre d' greets them with a smile as they arrive at the restaurant a few minutes before their reservation. Leaving her for only a second, in a low voice, he let's the maitre d' know that they would like to have a corner booth with a view of the dining room. When he slips the man $20, he smiles and says he will be only a moment.

As they follow the waiter to the booth, he gazes at this beautiful woman walking in front of him. Seeing her dressed totally in black with her long blonde hair falling about her shoulders, takes his breath away. But it's the view of her ass moving under the leather skirt that causes him to feel the warm sensation spreading through his crotch.

Sitting very close in the booth, holding hands, they make their wine and menu choices. As the waiter returns to serve their wine; he asks for their patience as their dinner will take extra time to prepare.

Cuddling up closer to her, he can smell the faint scent of her perfume as she drinks her wine and smiles at him. As she twists in the seat to face him, the low cut blouse opens slightly to give him a glimpse of her breasts and no bra. Just a peek of her breasts is enough to start the swelling between his legs. Looking at her in the soft light of the dining room, feeling his erection growing sets his mind racing with horny thoughts. Thinking only of the many ways he wants to see her, to smell her, to touch her, to taste her.

Knowing that no one can see under the tablecloth, he let's his hand slip down to caress her knee. Finding that her legs are slightly spread, he let's his desire for her take control of him. The feel of the silky hose and her warm skin being enough to make his mouth water with anticipation.

Spreading her legs farther apart, she smiles and invites him to go deeper. He let's his hand slide up her thigh, to find to his surprise not hose at all but stockings and a garter belt. And even more pleasantly surprised to find that she had not worn any panties. Tickling the soft skin of her inner thighs he can see her nipples growing hard beneath the silk blouse.

He can feel the heat coming from her skin as his hand goes even farther under her skirt. Brushing the tips of his fingers across her outer lips he discovers yet another surprise. This incredibly classy, sexy woman sitting next to him had shaved her pussy totally bare.

The waiter returns with their dinner just as he pushes her legs open wider. She tries very hard to hide their secret; but it's obvious from the flush on her cheeks and her nipples poking at the silk exactly what is going on. Throwing them a wink and a smile he wishes them a pleasant evening.

Her pussy lips have grown puffy from his touch and he can feel that she's becoming very wet. Maybe it's the way his fingers know just the right place to touch or the fact that they're in a crowded restaurant or both. All he knows is that here he is sporting a raging hard on with his hand up a horny woman's skirt. And there is no place else he would rather be.

Exploring farther he finds her clit, so hard and swollen. He let's his finger trace light circles around her little nub, before pinching it between his fingers. She's biting at her lower lip as her breath catches in her throat. But of course she's a lady; and no matter how turned on she is he knows that she won't make a sound.

As their dinner sits completely forgotten, he continues to rub her magic spot. Her clit is so hard by now it pokes out like a tiny cock. He can feel her moving against his hand making it easier for him to manipulate her. Letting his finger run along her slit he let's it come to rest at her wet hole. She has become so excited that her juices are practically dripping onto the seat.

Staring into her eyes he sees a glimpse of desire mixed with a sense of pleading. Slowly he pushes a finger into her pussy and then another. All the time using the heel of his hand to work on her clit. He can see her tense up, then relax, then tense up again as he fingers her for both their pleasure.

With his fingers buried deep inside her, he her quivering as she rides his hand to her climax. Watching her eyes roll back and her breasts heave with each breath as the orgasm builds in her, he continues to finger fuck her. Hearing the soft whimpers escape her lips as her muscles contract when the orgasm grips her.

When finally she leans back and catches her breath he pulls his hand from under her skirt. Bringing it above the table he can see, even in the low light, that his fingers are drenched with her juices. As he reaches for a napkin she takes his hand and slowly pulls it toward her lips. Chills run up his spine as her tongue flicks across his fingertips; before sucking them into her mouth. She knows that his hands are one of his weaknesses; and to sit and watch her lick her own juices from his fingers is more than he can bare. He can feel his dick jerk, as it aches to be inside her.

Knowing that he can't wait much longer to have her, he pulls his hand away. Throwing some cash on the table he leans over and whispers to her that it's time to leave. They walk quickly toward the door with the excitement and urgency of horny teen-agers. As they head out the door he sees their waiter, who's still smiling, wave good-bye.

He had parked the car in a far corner of the lot; by the bushes and away from any lights. Grabbing her by the ass he pulls her to him and kisses her hungrily. Hiding in the shadows, their hands are at last free to roam over each other's bodies. As she grinds her hips against his hard cock he pushes her skirt high above her hips.

Spinning her around, he throws her across the hood of the car and jerks his zipper down. His cock is free now to fuck like he had fucked her with his fingers in the restaurant. Her pussy is so wet from the attention he had given to her just a few minutes earlier that his dick slides in effortlessly.

To actually have her tight hot pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock drives him wild. And to fuck her like this; spread over the hood of his car at his mercy to do with as he pleases, is the ultimate turn on. For now there is no other place in the world he would rather be than here.

Listening to her as she calls his name, begging him to fuck her. Pleading with him to take her and teach her to be his woman. Telling him over and over how she wants to belong to him. Neither cares right now who should walk by and see them or hear them.

Grabbing her hips he drives deep into the velvety flesh of her pussy. He can feel her ass wiggle against him pushing back to meet his hard thrusts, as she rides orgasm after orgasm. Her juices flow from her matting the hair around his cock and balls, as they slap against her hot skin.

Reaching around, he squeezes her breasts as they swing free, spilling from the low cut blouse. More moans of pleasure escape from her lips as he rolls the hard nipples between his fingers. Slowly he slips his hand down between her thighs. His long fingers can feel how stretched her pussy lips are as his cock rams her. Finding that her clit is swollen almost to the point of bursting, he rubs it hard, causing her to tremble with even more excitement.

Despite the cool night air, sweat drips into his eyes as feels his balls burning and his cock twitching with his building climax. Taking hold of her shoulders, he drives into her with force. His grip tightens as he dumps his load deep into her and continues to pump into her until he is completely drained.

As his hard on recedes he loosens his grip on her; letting his arms slip around her waist he holds her close. When they finally feel strong enough to stand they both break into uncontrollable laughter as they the voices of people approaching. Realizing how close they had come to being discovered they decide to find a more private place to finish what they had started.



Dinner For Two



She feels his eyes the second she enters the restaurant foyer. As she waits for her partner to confirm their booking, she scans the restaurant. 

Then she sees "him", seated alone at a table set for one to one side. Their eyes meet and she expects him to turn away when he realizes she's seen him, but he doesn't. Instead he looks straight back at her unblinking, making her turn away.

She looks to her partner, discussing work with a man at the front desk and she looks sideways to find him still looking straight at her. Turning her head to face him, she looks straight back into his black eyes quizzically and raises one eyebrow. They change instantly from their intense stare to sparkling, smiling eyes, also with one eyebrow raised.

Quickly she turns away and looks to her partner once more. Now she's pissed off because he was still talking, as if she weren't even there. She sees a hand appear behind her and an accentuated voice that says, "I'll take that Sir." taking her partners jacket as he continues talking.

She looks back to the single table, but he's gone, and a look of disappointment falls across her face. Then the accentuated voice to her side says, "Can I take your shawl Miss?"

"Yes please." she says distantly as she reaches up to remove it without even looking at the man asking her.

"No please, let me get it," he says.

She looks at the man as he reaches around her to remove the shawl from her shoulders, "Oh my, it's him!!" she realizes.

He moves close to her and she feels his strong hands gently take the shawl from her shoulders, all the while looking into her eyes. Up close, his eyes seem completely black, as if he has huge pupils with no iris, placed against a brilliant white background.

They're smiling again, seductively, making her feel like he's removing more than just the shawl from her shoulders. He's so close as he removes it that she can feel his hot breath against her bare neck. She feels her whole body flush and become hot, as a cool breeze from the air-conditioning blows across her back and shoulders.

She can't tear her gaze from his eyes and she swears she hears him say as he removes the shawl, "Beautiful dress, very sexy, mmmmm."

She doesn't see his lips move though, in fact she realizes that she has no idea what he looks like, just his eyes that scan her from head to toe, making her feel completely naked, as if he has just undressed her. He takes the shawl away to hang it up, gently brushing against her extremely hard and sensitive nipples as he goes.

Then he moves out of her line of sight as she remains fixed in the same spot motionless. She stares ahead blankly, seeing nothing and still feeling naked as she become aware of her aching nipples and the wetness that has developed in her g-string panties.


"Are you feeling alright Miss?" The voice of the waiter jolts her back to reality, "Your table is this way Miss."

She follows the waiter to the table where she sees that her partner is already sitting, still talking to the man he met at the front desk. She sits on the chair that's held out for her by the waiter and realizes that her partner and his friend haven't even noticed her, she turns to see if the man has returned to his table. She sees nobody there, and the table freshly set.

Disappointed and a little frustrated, she turns back to try and look interested in the conversation at her own table. Her partner looks at her as if he's just realized she's with him, smiles awkwardly and says,

"Babe, can I talk to you privately for a moment please?

He gets up and takes her hand, excusing himself to the other man and leading her over to the phones. Angrily she says to him, "Thanks for the introduction, the recognition, when are "we" going to start our dinner?"

He looks excited as he says, "Look babe, this is huge. I heard this guy was going to be here and it's paid off!"

"So we're here because you hoped to see him, not for a romantic dinner?"

"Well no, I mean you see..."

"Fuck you and fuck him, I thought this dinner was for us! I went to a lot of trouble to get this outfit for tonight, and you don't even care!!!" She looks away, tears welling in her eyes, and there he is again. She watches as he walks across the room and enters the door to the rest rooms.

"I'm sorry babe, I promise I'll make it up to you".

"You sure will!" she says. "But right now I need some time to clean up and get myself together. 

"You go get rich and blow your client, I'll come back later. Order something nice and expensive for me for when I return."

"Um, ok babe, thank you so much, I'll introduce you when you get back ok."

"Gee thanks..." she says as she heads for the door to the rest rooms she saw him go through earlier.

She holds her breath as she pushes the door open, then lets it out with a sigh of disappointment as she enter the small and empty furnished foyer to the rest rooms. She expects, hopes to find him here, but he isn't.

She see three doors here, the men's, the ladies and the mother's room. She hears a noise from the mother's room and see the engaged sign on the lock move to vacant. She stands there still, watching the door, but nothing happens.

Tentatively she pushes the door open, "Hello, everything ok?' Anybody here?" No answer, nobody here, oh well, there's a better vanity in here anyway, I'll clean up now."

She locks the door out of habit and goes to the vanity where she empties your purse onto the counter. She cleans the tear smudged makeup from her face with the wipes, then splashes her face with water to freshen it. She tries to turn the hot water on as well, to soak the flannel for her face, but it won't budge. Using all her strength and both hands, she leans over the sink to try and force the tap. Suddenly it gives, sending a torrent of water in and out of the sink

"DAMMIT! MY NEW DRESS!!"

She knows she can't leave it wet and sees the nappy drier in the corner. She decides to hang her dress there so the warm air in it can dry her dress. She slides the tiny straps over her shoulders and allow the dress to drop to her hips. Then she slips it over her long legs and hangs it up. She looks into the large mirror and see herself in the "special" lingerie she'd bought and worn for tonight. She thinks of how her little black dress had barely covered it up, how her partner hadn't even noticed it, yet HE had...

"Just imagine if he'd seen the rest of the package under the dress," she thinks. Her hair is tied up, with carefully placed sexy whisps of hair that hang over her face. Her long slender neck, decorated with a thin leather choker with a ring at the front that could be used to attach a chain to... mmmmm.

She's wearing a small push up bra that doesn't even cover her nipples. The soft material of the dress had constantly caressed them with her every move, making them even more hard and sensitive when "he" brushed across them. They're so hard now as she thinks of "him" and those sexy eyes. She closes your eyes and washes her face with the hot flannel, keeping them closed as she slides it down her neck and then further to her breasts.

She gently rubs the flannel across her breasts, over her sensitive nipples, as she imagines it's his tongue. One hand slides down her stomach, over the thin chain that rests on her hips, past the diamond naval stud and on to the tiny soaked g-string that barely covers her hot shaved pussy. 

Her fingers slip under the band and push down along her soft lips.

She gasps when she feel just how wet she already is. Her fingers slip between the wet lips and she slowly moves them up and down, all the while imagining it's him doing it. Her fingers slide around her sopping pussy, dipping into her wet hole, then moving up to circle her throbbing clit.

Her knees get weak as she caresses her nipples with one hand, while stimulating her clit with the other. She turns around to lean on the counter to maintain her balance. Her movements become more urgent now as she imagines it's his fingers, not hers, that are tweaking her nipples. His fingers that are rubbing her clit between them and sliding down into her wet pussy.

"Oh God... Oh God..." she feels her pussy tighten around her fingers, her cum juices flowing over them. "Yessssssss..." Then she feels his soft lips on hers, his tongue gently probing her mouth. It feels so real that she opens his eyes and,

"Oh my God, there "he" is!" He was there all the time, watching her, MY GOD!!

Without a word, his hand moves to her pussy to replace her own. She feels his thick hard fingers sliding along her wet lips, up and down lubricating them. Her hands reach behind his head, pulling him to her as she uncontrollably bites on his bottom lip. His thick wet fingers slide inside her, causing her to push against them. She rocks against his hand and his fingers slide in up to the hilt. So deep in, then out, almost all the way, sliding over her clit, then in again.

She pulls his face down to her breasts and feels his tongue swirl around them, then his mouth as he sucks on her nipple and flicks it with his tongue. He pushes his tongue flat against her nipple and he slides it back and forth across it. She feels something hard rubbing over her nipple, he has a stud in his tongue!! He moves down onto his knees, licking her all the way down. "Oh God yes...!!"

She reaches down to unclip the clasps on her g-string, they fall away as his mouth reaches her pussy, his thick fingers still stroking inside her. She feels his tongue push hard against her, parting her lips more, sliding across her clit so his stud rubs over it.

"Oh...Oh...Oh... Oh my Go..., I'm gonna... unnnnghhhhh!!" It starts with an explosion in her pussy, followed by aftershocks that ripple out from there to the rest of her body.

"Oh God, I want you so bad. I want you inside me pleeeease!!"

Slowly he stands up and she frantically reaches for his belt, fumbling around until she manages to pull the whole thing off. She can't manage the clip, so he undoes it as she tugs on his zip and tries to push his trousers down over his hips. He pushes her hands away and pulls them down with his boxers.

He stands up and she sees his beautiful cock, pointing out in front of him long and hard and nice and thick. He lifts her up so she sits on the counter and she leans back against the wall. She rests her heels on the bench and reaches down to hold herself open for him. She sees a bead of precum seeping from the eye of his cock as he brings it to her. Teasing, he slides the head around her pussy mixing her juices with his precum.

He speaks at last, "Your pussy is so hot, so wet, mmmmmm, so nice..." he says as she feels the head push against her opening, then easily sliding inside her. He stops there as her pussy contracts around his fat knob. He pushes further and she feels her pussy stretch to accommodate his thickness and she can feel every vein as he slowly slides it half way in and out of her.

"Mmmmmm, so wet, so tight, so smooth..."

"Oh yes my pussy's tight for your thick cock, so hot..."

She savors the sensation of his thick cock with it's fat head as it slides in and out of her. She instinctively starts to tease and play with her own nipples, pulling at them on each of his strokes, but she wants more. She stretches her legs out to his sides as he pumps, then brings her legs back around him, resting her heels on his ass as he slides out. Then she crosses her legs behind his back and pulls him to her with all her might as he pushes in again. She feels the last few inches slide inside her, his thick cock now buried in her to the hilt. His thickness filling her, stretching her, the fat head so deep inside her. Her next climax is instantaneous, her pussy spasming on his thick cock.

"OH FUCK!!" she screams as the intense orgasm rips through her. Her arms stretch out, then reach behind him and slap down on his arse, her nails digging in. "Mmmmm, you're so hot, I love your tight pussy, so soft, so wet, I could fuck you forever."

"Oh God yes, love my pussy, fuck me with your beautiful thick cock, ohhhhh."

"Oh my, you're so beautiful riding my cock, push that pussy down harder, I want to be so deep inside you." "Oh God YESSSS...!!" She pushes harder and feels his balls slap against her as he thrusts harder, faster, pounding into her. 

"Oh yeah..." he says as she feels him begin to swell even more. He pushes hard, grinding into her, she feels the head of his cock at the back of her pussy, rubbing against her most sensitive parts until he finds the one, the one that sends her over the edge. You feel his cock twitching and swelling inside her.

"OH YES, OH YES, CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, OH GOD, YES NOW, I'M CUMMMMMMING...!!"

She feels him explode inside her, the first powerful jet squirts deep as her orgasm hits. Then another jet, keeping her there, shuddering as her pussy grips him, milking every bit out of him. Another and another squirts deep inside her, so much filling her until she feels it seep out as he pumps into her.

"Oh my God again...!" she calls out as another orgasm hits her. His cock twitches as his last jet of cum squirts into her and she holds him tight. After a few moments he slides his semi hard cock out of her and passes her a towel. Then he passes her her warm dry dress, pulls on his trousers, kisses her and leaves.

She sits there a little while longer to recover, then stands up on unsteady legs to clean up and get dressed. She washes herself with the hot flannel and redoes her makeup. She can find everything but her g-string, he must have souvenired it, but she can cope with that.

Clean and fresh now, except for a slight stickiness between her legs that she chooses to keep. "They'll wonder where I've been, I've been gone so long." she thinks as she makes her way back. She sees her partner with the other man, shaking hands and holding his shoulder with the other hand.

"Ahem!!" she says.

"There you are babe. You ok? You look a little flustered."

"I'm ok, I..."

"Good, guess what? I signed the deal with this fine gentleman."

He didn't even want to hear her reply, didn't order for her, didn't even know she was gone. THE PRICK!!!

"Anyway babe, I gotta go with Mr. Thomas to finalize this." 

"Oh really?"

"But don't worry, I have a treat for you. My friend, who arranged this meeting and who owns this place, is happy to give you anything you want here. Then he'll have his driver take you home. Here he comes now, Carlos, thank you so much."

She doesn't even turn around to look at this Carlos she's to have dinner with, she's so pissed off. Her partner kisses her on the cheek, "Thanks so much babe, I'll make it up to you. Thanks Carlos, whatever she wants right!"

"Yes, whatever the lady wants I'll give her." she hears "him" say. She freezes on the spot as her partner leaves. Slowly she turns around and there "he" is, Carlos. He stands there smiling, wearing a beautiful suit with a pocket handkerchief that looks like the same material as her missing g-string.

"Take a seat Miss, I'll give you whatever you want..."



Dinner For Two



We were meeting for lunch at a busy establishment that is renowned for its chicken dishes. As we were being seated, you sat next to me in the booth, as you always do, instead of opposite. Since you are right handed and as I like using my left, this sitting arrangement works out fine. We were out to dinner for the simple reason that we enjoy each other's company both in and out of the bedroom. You look simply ravishing in your tight fitting sundress. Your red tresses are tied behind you in a loose ponytail that sways every time you turn your head. You look absolutely stunning. I notice your beautiful face and so does everyone else in the restaurant.

The waitress, a woman in her late 20's looks both of us over as she takes our order. She gazes with a smile at your brilliant smile and the top of your milky white breasts that show from your low cut dress. The waitress leaves our table, after taking our order, and gives you one more appreciative glance. We giggle to each other after she leaves knowing full well that you are looking absolutely gorgeous tonight and know that we are planning on having some fun. The waitress brings back our salads, again, taking in your contours and curves like she was going to purchase you from the menu. As we ate our salads, you with your right hand, me with my left, the tablecloth concealed our other hands, were free to roam and they did wander. I looked out at the other customers from time to time and saw that no one seemed to notice anything unusual.

My free hand had gone to work raising your skirt as soon as we were seated. It rested high on your thigh as the waitress took our order. You appeared perfectly calm, as you selected the chef's salad and vegetable beef soup. You had already unzipped me and your free hand was freeing my erection from my pants all the while. We are probably served some terrible food and don't even know it. There are only a few things on our menu that we would want.

Only calmness and attention to your soup showed on your face, until you blushed and sat upright at your first orgasm. Two of my fingers were firmly up your very hot, very wet slit. Your shaved pussy, not even a cotton set of panties touching it, is cumming hard all over my hand. You can feel your juices slide along your thighs and my fingers. The waitress noticed your blush; but she didn't say anything out loud. She did look envious of me though as she felt that I was intruding on her territory. 

You had freed my erection and took long, slow, hard strokes as our salads were cleared from the table. The waitress parted seeing your arm close to me; moving ever so slightly. "Napkin! Now!" I muttered urgently under my breath, not half way through my roast beef on rye, with mustard. You responded immediately; my napkin disappeared beneath the tablecloth. I placed both feet firmly, flat on the floor, trying to show no emotion as the napkin now covering my throbbing hard on and your hand, became soaked. My vision was still swimming from the touch of your fingers that just departed my now softening member. As I was recovering, you stopped eating for a moment and wiped your hands in the napkin, then touched it to your mouth and smiled at me. No one else noticed. 

I withdrew my hand and ran my two, wandering fingers under my nose, as though they were a fine cigar. I smiled back. No on noticed. You love the way that I enjoy the scent of your womanhood. I know that you love the feel of my sperm in your mouth. That is just one of the reasons we have such fun together.

"Would you care for some desert?" The waitress asked. Looking at our flushed faces she can tell what we have been doing. "I'm counting calories." Absent mindedly, you began biting on the crumpled, wet napkin in your hand. Your teeth closed on it, held it, as you drew in as breath through your teeth, making a wet, sucking noise. A very erotic gesture. "Just coffee. I'll save my desert for after dinner." The waitress disappeared to get the coffee. She was taking a little bit longer than we would have thought to get our coffee and when she returned her apron was a little crooked and her face was just as red as ours. We were both in a fit of giggles when she left after asking me if you wanted cream in your coffee with a not so subtle glance at me. 

While drinking my coffee, I asked you if you were going to take the napkin with you? I hadn't meant to embarrass you. You blushed again, pulled it from your pocket and threw it on the table, as we got up to leave. As I slide our chairs in, I notice that you picked up the napkin though and deftly folded it in two and placed it in your black leather handbag. You broke out in giggles every time I looked at you; all the way back to my house. We were now looking for our dessert.



Dinner for Two



"Come to me tonight," you whisper into the phone on this Friday. "I need you. It's been a difficult week."

"As you wish," I reply. "How do you want me?"

"You know what I like." I can imagine the smile lighting your features as you picture it. "Add your collar."

"As you wish."

"I'll get home around 5:30. I want you there waiting for me."

"Of course." 





Dinner For Two



I'd spent the entire day planning our dinner, you had just started a new job, so I wanted to do something special to celebrate your first day. Things had been a bit tense between us lately, so I tried very hard to make sure things were pleasing. I showered and pulled my hair back into a ponytail, toweled off and pulled my apron on, nothing else but the apron. This was a habit that I had grown accustomed to since we had been together, so even tho you weren't home to enjoy the view, I still did it.

I started preparing dinner, shrimp cocktails for an appetizer, lobster gumbo for the main course and hand dipped chocolate strawberries for dessert. I made up the cocktails and had them chilling while I dipped at least two pints of strawberries into liqueur laced milk chocolate, laid them out on a plate to set up. Once that was finished, I put them away and stirred the gumbo pot and let it cook. I glanced up at the clock, smiling as I knew it would be time for you to get home. I untied my apron and slipped it off after stirring the gumbo one more time. I walk over to the door and peek out, looking for you, waiting patiently until you arrive.

I finally see you coming up the walk, I smile and unlock the door, stepping back three paces before slipping down to my knees, thighs parting to allow you to see my freshly shaved pussy and the wetness on my lower lips, arms crossed behind my back as I arch upward, head bowed in respect as you walk in the door. You inspect my body, finding the view pleasing, hopefully, you reach down and stroke your fingers over my already hardened nipples and tell me to stand and kiss you. I draw myself up, stepping into your arms, wrapping my arms around your waist, kissing you firmly. You pull me in close, our bodies pressed together so I can feel your cock, already starting to harden as you growl softly into my ear, "I've missed you today, my slut."

I blush furiously, and respond, "I missed You too, Master." You grin and kiss me, then ask about dinner, I tell you to go change and dinner would be on the table when you were finished. I slipped my apron over my head and tied it, slipping into the kitchen, pulling the cocktails from the refrigerator and setting the table for dinner. I checked the gumbo, stirring it again, adding the final touch, a shot of hot sauce, letting it sit on the burner as I walked into the dining room.

You were already sitting at the table, so I took my seat across from you. We chatted about work as we ate our shrimp, you tell me about your day and I tell you about mine. I get up, serve the gumbo and we eat, chatting a bit more here and there through the main course. Once we finished, I cleared the table and smiled, I told you to go sit in the living room and I'd bring you dessert. 

I brought in the plate of strawberries, a bottle of sparkling cider because I don't drink. You pulled me down into your lap, untied my apron and took it off me, leaving me naked in your lap. I fed you a strawberry, then licked the chocolate from your lips as we kissed, your hands tracing my body. I reach for another berry and you take it from me, tracing it over my skin, around my nipples and down over my stomach, nestling it at the v between my legs while you lick the chocolate off my chest. 

You slide me off your lap and set me on the couch, putting the berry back where you had put it originally. You slipped down between my feet, sliding my legs apart slowly, making the berry slide down along my pussy lips, the cold berry making me shiver slightly. You lean down, taking the berry between your teeth, rubbing it against my clit before eating it. Once you were finished with the berry, you kissed my clit and sucked lightly before kissing along my wet pussy, making me moan and squirm until I couldn't take any more. 

When you had finally had enough teasing me with kisses, you slid your tongue slowly into my tight pussy, making me arch hard and scream from the sheer pleasure. You slid your tongue in and out of my pussy, licking with long slow strokes. I bucked hard, gripping the edge of the couch, moaning louder each time you caressed my clit with your tongue. I arched up hard as you bit my clit lightly, cumming hard as you slid your tongue back into my pussy. Breath ragged as you licked my juices up, I shivered, reaching for you to pull you up to kiss me, your cock hard and insistent against me. I groan, feeling your hardness, laying back on the couch, pulling you down with me, snuggling against you until I can catch my breath again. 



Dinner for Two



Dawn awakened from sleep as shadows created by the setting sun etched their shapes on the walls, furniture, and floor of their bedroom, giving the shadows lives of their own. She felt the warm afterglow of pure sensuality that lingered after the very erotic and exciting afternoon of making love with Meghan. Dawn felt totally relaxed from having expended so much physical and emotional energy after being completely intimate with her soul-mate Megan who returned in kind.

Replaying their afternoon of lovemaking in her vivid, creative mind, Dawn blinked to clear the sleep from her eyes and looked down at Meghan who still had her head resting in her arms next to her left breast. Meghan's right arm lay across Dawn's waist, and her right leg draped across and between her legs. While lying there in one another's arms, Dawn felt Meghan's full breasts pressed against her side, her stomach against her hip, and her hairy pussy against her thigh, all of which brought back images of their sensual pleasure, causing her nipples to stand erect and hard. Goose bumps raised their heads and circled her crimson aureoles.

As Dawn watched Meghan sleep, feeling the steady rise and fall of her full breasts against her skin, she felt her stir as she, too, was now returning from the vale of Morpheus.

"Mmmmmm," Meghan breathed a drawn-out sigh as she hugged Dawn around her waist.

"Hey, sleepy one," Dawn whispered in hushed tones, bringing her body into Meghan's, "aren't you ever going to wake up?"

Meghan hugged Dawn even more tightly and snuggled her face against her pert breasts. "I was having some veerryyy erotic dreams. About us," she emphasized with cat-like purring.

"How do you know they were dreams?" Dawn teased. "I could have been ravishing your body while you slept."

Meghan lifted herself up onto her left forearm and looked up into Dawn's pale blue eyes.

"If you were ravishing my body, Silly, I'm sure I didn't give you much resistance then," Meghan chuckled.

Dawn smiled knowingly at Meghan.

"Yes, I guess you're right. After what we have enjoyed since being with one another, nothing would surprise either one of us."

"You have that right," Meghan quickly responded.

"Come here, Love," Dawn said as she drew Meghan towards her.

Dawn lowered her head, her lips parting to meet Meghan's. Their lips touched, soft and moist. Each pressed gently against the other, giving and surrendering their intimate contact. As lips touched lips, their tongues sought the other's, and Dawn and Meghan shared the warmth and wetness of their mouths, each one savoring the lingering taste of their passion still from their hours of making love.

"Whew," Dawn sighed as they broke their kiss. "I think if we don't stop, we're going to find ourselves making love again." Dawn paused. "Which would be wonderful, but how would you like to go and get something to eat. I'm sure you're getting hungry by now. And there is always later this evening if we want a really tasty dessert," Dawn smiled wickedly.

"Now that you mention it, yes, I am hungry," Meghan answered. Then she smiled. "Sex does work up an appetite. Doesn't it?"

"Can't argue that," Dawn answered, smiling back at Meghan. "You satisfy one hunger and start another one. So, why don't we get showered and get ourselves ready to go into 'Seattle' and find some nice, cozy restaurant where we can enjoy another dinner for two. Sound good?"

"Sounds good to me," Meghan replied enthusiastically.

Without saying another word, Dawn and Meghan set about getting themselves ready, having showered together and washing one another's bodies, lingering their soapy fingers on their breasts and wet pussies.

Dawn who usually dresses conservatively put on tan slacks that fit her like a glove; a tailored white shirt with a wide, pointed collar and buttons that opened down to her cleavage; and tan pumps to match her pants. And to add a little flare of color to her outfit, Dawn laced a small, folded sash of pale blue to match her eyes that she put through the loops in her pants and tied a small knot at her left hip, letting the two uneven ends casually drop to mid-thigh. Elegant but casual she thought as she studied herself, her reflected blue eyes in the mirror looking back into her searching blue eyes.

Meghan on the other hand chose to wear a vivid, green dress that was loose fitting and casual, yet her shapely, short body filled it out beautifully. Like Dawn's outfit accentuated her blue eyes Meghan's dress matched her radiant, green eyes, the contrast setting off her natural red hair. She, too, wore comfortable, tan shoes; although, the heels were slightly higher than Dawn's. Meghan had what could be called a miniature 'Rubenesque' body with well-formed, rounded hips, narrow waist, and full breasts that, when lifted up and pushed out with the right kind of bra, displayed her cleavage admirably. And wearing a necklace or pendant as she was on this occasion usually drew ones eyes right to the top where her cleavage began.

When Dawn looked over at Meghan, she sucked in her breath and thought, damn, she is so beautiful. How was I ever so fortunate to have met her and have her as my soul-mate?

Now they were set for a night-on-the-town.

As they drove into 'Seattle,' Dawn talked about the different kinds of restaurants that where there, avoiding mentioning the very elegant ones in which neither one was interested. They preferred the simple, out-of-the-way places where they could get away from the crowds. Of course, there were many fine seafood restaurants, many of the better ones being down by or on the waterfront. Then there were many ethnic ones such as 'Thai,' 'Chinese,' 'Indian,' Italian,' and others. The choices were almost too many to make a decision easily, but, by the time they had driven into city centre and found a parking garage, they had made one, clear decision: They wanted to find a restaurant down by the waterfront, one that was small and cozy, but most of all not crowded.

Once Dawn and Meghan reached the waterfront, they started walking casually while holding hands and looking for 'that' restaurant that called out to them, that invited them to come in and enjoy, that promised both a good meal and a place to enjoy their being together.

The lights along the streets reflected in the water, creating myriads of shimmering colors dancing on this fluid world. Soft breezes wafted from the "Pacific" through the "Straits of Juan De Fuca," creating movement for the eyes to see and ears to hear: banners flapping from their poles; leaves fluttering in the trees; boats swinging at their moorings; channel markers swaying back and forth with the distant ones sounding their warning bells for the captains of boats approaching land.

The raucous cries of seagulls announced the closeness of the ocean, and the ever-present smell of marine life filled their senses, making all the shimmering colors, all the movements, all the sounds, all the smells a sensuous reality for Dawn and Meghan. Everything announce life in the big city. At that moment, as they walked along hand-in-hand, life was good. They were happy. They were contented. They had one another. They were in love. They were lovers. Yes, life was very good for them.

Dawn and Meghan turned down one of the smaller streets that was less travelled by the throngs of people who crowded the waterfront at night. They strolled. They were in no particular hurry. They came into the city for a romantic evening, one to be savored and not rushed. It was at this time they came to a small "Italian" restaurant that was so small most people walked by it without their even knowing it was there, but it called softly, almost a whispering of gracious invitation, to Dawn and Meghan. The one thing that made it noticeable and announced its humble presence was a red, white, and green awning over the doorway.

"I'm the one," it seemed to say. "I'm the place for you two lovers tonight. Come in and taste my hospitality."

Dawn squeezed Meghan's hand gently as they were just about to pass by this small, unassuming restaurant as did the other people caught up in the cattle-like herd that simply followed one another from place to place, not really knowing where they were going or what, if anything, they were looking for on the waterfront. In a sense they were lost souls adrift in the night under the glare of all the neon lights. How sad.

"Meghan," Dawn said softly, "I think this is the place for us. What do you think?"

Meghan turned her head to look at the restaurant. What she saw was nothing spectacular, not something she had in mind, but she, too, felt it beckoning to her. She didn't know what it was, but there it was, nevertheless, as if it magically appeared before them.

She looked into Dawn's questioning blue eyes, "I don't know why, but, yes, I think you're right, Love. This is the place meant for us tonight."

Dawn and Meghan walked over to one of the windows to look inside to see if they could get a feel for it. Peering through the window, they saw small, square tables with red and white checkered tablecloths fitted on them at angles so their points draped in folds over the edges that reached below the front edge of the four chairs that were placed around them. 

The room was dimly lit, but each table had an empty "Chianti" wine bottle with a burning candle in it. Wax from the candles had run down the sides and onto the bottles, giving them a very old-world look and charm. The glow from the candles radiated inviting warmth and hospitality. Only a few of the tables had people sitting at them, mostly couples who had chosen to sit by the windows as most tourists do to get the view of the waterfront.

Dawn asked, "Well? Shall we?"

Meghan shook her head, "Yes. It looks fine. The perfect place."

Dawn opened the door and let Meghan walk by her first and then followed behind, closing the door. Because it was dark outside, both Dawn and Meghan stopped upon entering in order to let their eyes get accustomed to the dim light. By the time their eyes had adjusted, a waiter or the host himself was standing in front of them, a big smile on his face.

"Buonasera," he said cheerfully.

"Si. Buonasera," Dawn replied.

"Come Sta?" he asked.

"We're both fine, grazie," Dawn answered. "We would like a table for two, please, one that is out of the way if you don't mind."

The man smiled, "Ahhhhh. Si. You want privacy. To be alone. I have just the table for you two lovely ladies. Follow me, please," he gestured with his outstretched arm as he started walking towards the back.

"Grazie," Dawn said.

The waiter led the way, and Dawn and Meghan followed behind him, Dawn holding Meghan's hand and leading the way. The friendly waiter took them to a table that was located in a relatively secluded, dark corner. Most of the light came from the one, lone candle that was in the centre of the table.

The waiter held out his right arm with opened hand and looked at Dawn with a questioning look in his eyes as if to ask if the table were all right.

Dawn smiled as if he knew the reason for their being there tonight and for requesting to be seated at a remote table away from other patrons.

"This will be just fine. Just what we wanted."

The waiter cleared away two table settings, then said, "I'll be back shortly to take your order and bring a carafe of red wine, a gift of the house for two lovely ladies."

Dawn pulled the chair our next to the redbrick wall that melted into the shadows beyond the brighter light of the candle and offered it to Meghan, assisting in moving it into the table after she had sat down. Dawn sat on the chair next to Meghan's instead of across from her so they could be near one another. Dawn had a reason for this for which Meghan would soon find out before their night ended.

Dawn watched the silhouette of the candle dancing on the wall. It reminded her of a sensuous belly dancer undulating and gyrating her hips to the tempo of "Greek" music. Dawn also did not miss how the candlelight brought out the reddish sheen in Meghan's hair. It was as if flecks of gold light were streaming through it.

For the second time that evening as Dawn gazed at Meghan, she thought to herself, god she's beautiful, and to think we met quite casually in one of the special hangouts into which lesbians come together in "Seattle" where they are free to be themselves without questioning looks from others. And when Dawn had finally gotten up the courage to go over and ask Meghan if she wanted to dance, a bit concerned about her height and that she would decline her invitation, she was pleasantly surprised when Meghan looked up into her searching blue eyes and say, "Why, yes. I'd love to dance."

Dawn remembered how much faster her heart beat and how sweaty the palms of her hands were, so much so she wiped them onto her tight jeans before offering a hand to help Meghan up from her seat.

Meghan called Dawn back to reality by handing her one of two menus the waiter had set down before leaving to get their dinner wine. Dawn and Meghan each took a menu and opened to the inside to see what dishes were being served that night. Before opening up the menus, what caught their attention were two words on the front cover: Ristorante Amore...The Restaurant of Love.

Dawn looked up from the menu cover and gazed into Meghan's eyes who herself was looking into Dawn's, both smiling at one another.

"Quite appropriate name. Don't you think?" Dawn asked.

"Yes. And what a coincidence," Meghan answered. "Or, is it?"

Dawn and Meghan gave one another a knowing look, saying all they had to say with their eyes locked together in the ongoing desire they felt from their lovemaking earlier that day. Knowing words were not necessary, they turned their attention to find out what they wanted to eat before the waiter came back.

As it turned out, Dawn and Meghan ended up ordering one of the restaurant's specials: "Dinner for Two."

It consisted of homemade Minestrone soup; warm, fresh baked "Italian" bread with real butter; a house salad with balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil; vegetarian lasagna; and a choice of desserts, one being fresh fruit and another being various kinds of aged cheeses with crackers and apple slices.

When the waiter returned to their table with the chilled carafe of red wine, he asked if they were ready to order or if they needed a little more time.

"No, thank you. We are ready to order now," Dawn told the waiter. "We would like to have the 'Dinner for Two,' please."

"Very good choice, Signorina. Very popular with couples, especially couples in love."

And there was no mistaking Dawn and Meghan were very much in love, leaving them to wonder if it were that obvious. But even if it were, they didn't care. The whole world could know. What really mattered was how much in love they were with one another. That was the most important thing in their relationship.

Dawn and Meghan raised their glasses for a toast, clinging them together musically, and Dawn said, "To us, Love."

Meghan replied smiling, "Yes, to us."

So the evening started off very well, and they sat their quietly, sipping their wine and talking about many things: things they had done, things they would like to do, places they would like to visit.

And so, that is the way their evening went all during their dinner that they found to be very delicious. Little did Dawn and Meghan know when they had decided to come into this restaurant they used nothing but organic foods and homemade pastas and breads. It was a real find.

Dawn and Meghan agreed it must have been fate. Besides, it was just the kind of quiet, secluded restaurant they had hoped to find but weren't sure they would.

Months ago before this evening Meghan had shared with Dawn one of her sexual fantasies. She wondered what it would be like to make love in public and what excitement it might bring to their making love, knowing others might see what they were doing. 

Dawn had decided before they left their apartment that this was going to be the night she made Meghan's erotic fantasy come true, and now this restaurant of love was going to be the perfect place in which to make it happen.

So by the time they had finished their delicious main meal, the waiter came and cleared the table, telling them he would bring them their desserts.

"Is there anything else I could bring you?" he asked.

"Well, you wouldn't happen to have any herbal teas? Would you?" asked Dawn.

"Si! We have many kinds of herbal teas. One is our own special blend we call 'Tea Amore,' the Tea of Love, after the name of the restaurant," he smiled proudly.

Dawn and Meghan gave one another that knowing look that didn't go unnoticed by the waiter.

"Then by all means, we shall have a pot of your 'Tea Amore.' It will be the perfect way to end a perfect meal."

Agreeing, he turned on his heels and was off, and before they knew it, he was back with their pot of tea with two cups and saucers that he set down near the burning candle. Without a word then the waiter quietly left them alone.

As having read her mind, Meghan turned to Dawn, raised her head up to her ear, and in a half-whisper asked, "Dawn, do you remember my fantasy about making love in public about which I had shared with you a while back?"

"Do I ever!" Dawn answered, grinning wickedly. "It got me so hot and wet just thinking about it."

Meghan smiled and said, "Well, I was thinking we might get a chance to fulfill that fantasy of mine this evening. Not many people. We're in this secluded, dark corner. And...."

"And what, Meghan?" Dawn asked teasingly.

"And I'm not wearing any panties," Meghan answered coyly.

Dawn looked deeply into Meghan's eyes and saw that spark of passion she knew all too well by now and had heard the mounting excitement in Meghan's voice. She knew that, too. Dawn took Meghan's right hand into the palm of hers and looked at it. She closed her fingers around Meghan's hand and softly caressed the back of Meghan's fingers with her thumb.

"Well, you know what I told you about helping you fulfill your fantasy?"

"Uh. Hun," Megan voiced her reply.

Dawn raised Meghan's hand to her wet lips and kissed the back of it, and then stuck out her tongue and drew a wet trail towards her fingers. She lifted Meghan's fingers upward and kissed the tips of them, one by one, but went back to her middle finger, licked it, and took it into her mouth and sucked on it. 

Shivers of sensual excitement went through Meghan's body, and as if there were a direct connection from her finger to her pussy, Meghan began to become very wet quickly just from the anticipation of knowing she was about to have her fantasy become a reality as well as from the lingual attention Dawn was giving her hand and fingers.

Meghan looked at Dawn through passion-slit eyes as she felt her remove her hand and slowly let her arm slide underneath the table, placing it on Meghan's lap and rubbing her fingers lightly on her pussy through the loose-fitting dress she was wearing that permitted alot of movement for Dawn.

Dawn's every movement increased Meghan's rising erotic excitement because they were doing something very sexual in a public place that added to the excitement. The one thing worrying Meghan was the fact she was so vocal when she was enjoying any sexual activity, especially when she had her orgasms. Meghan didn't want to cry out her sexual release in the restaurant, so she told herself she would keep herself under control, crossing fingers as she thought that.

But having Dawn sitting beside her and already playing with her pussy outside her dress to help make her fantasy come true was almost too much to expect of herself.

Oh, well, Meghan thought, she was going through with it whatever happened. She had fantasized about doing this for so long.




Dinner for Two



Dawn looked down lovingly into Meghan's eyes, wanting to make eye contact so she could see how she was doing. Meghan knew already what she was going to do. She was going to masturbate in public. Like Dawn then, Meghan slowly slid her right hand down from the table, got it underneath the table cloth, and placed it on the top of her thigh that she, too, felt through the soft, silk-like fabric of her green dress until her fingertips came to the hem. Meghan placed her hand underneath her dress and very slowly slid it along the inside of her right thigh, bunching the material as she trailed her fingertips towards her pussy.

When Meghan's hand touched the "V" of her womanhood, she felt her soft bush of fluffy, red pussy hair that covred her entire mound, but at the same time, let her pussy lips and clit visible as is true of most redheads. Meghan gave Dawn a look that told her she was there.

Dawn reached down and spread Meghan's legs so she could easily get her fingers inside her vagina, bringing her knee against Meghan's leg. The touch of both her pussy and Dawn's leg was electrifying, and this made Meghan circle her fingers around her creamy vagina in order to make them even wetter. Then she slid her fingers to the bottom of her pussy lips and slid a slow line between them up to her clitoris. Once near her clit, Meghan gently circled it with her first two fingers, but before starting back down, she imperceptibly ran her fingers over the sensitive tip, sending waves of erotic pleasure to ebb and flood throughout her body but centering in her pussy.

Meghan traced her fingers back down to her vagina that was now even more wet than just a few seconds ago, just before she paid digital attention to her clitoris. When her fingers were poised just outside her vagina that had opened a little more than it had been, she nudged Dawn's leg with her knee to let her know she was going to put her fingers inside her pussy. She wanted Dawn to be able to see in her mind what she was doing with her hand, thereby allowing her to anticipate what she would offer her in just a few minutes.

With deliberate ease Meghan slid her first two fingers past her vaginal opening and easily sunk them all the way to the point where fingers end and the hand meet. She then rotated them all around inside her vaginal sheath, collecting as much pussy cream as she could.

Oh, god, that feels so good, Meghan thought. I never get tired of feeling my own, steaming, wet pussy and making myself cum. Ooooooooo. Feels sooo fucking good.

After having fucked her fingers deeply inside her pussy, collecting a good amount of pussy cream on them, she brought them out of her pussy, being careful not to wipe them on her dress so as not to lose any nor soil her dress that would show the whitish tell-tale signs of what she had been doing.

Meghan brought her pussy, cream-covered fingers out from underneath the table and offered them to Dawn. They were completely hidden in their own little corner against the back wall with the dim light from the candle and no others around them. 

Dawn smelled Meghan's womanly scent on her fingers. She also saw her fresh pussy cream glistening in the candlelight, and it excited her so very much. Dawn took Meghan's hand at the wrist and brought her fingers to her mouth. She open her mouth, and, without a word spoken between them, took Meghan's cum-covered fingers into her mouth and sucked on them one by one. The taste of Meghan's cum on her senses acted like an aphrodisiac, causing her sexual passion to build, and the wet spot darkened the crotch of Dawn's panties even more than they had been. While sucking, Dawn ran her tongue all around and between Meghan's fingers, not wanting to miss any of her delicious pussy cream.

Dawn whispered softly to Meghan, "Now, this is a dessert worth waiting for. Mmmmm. You taste so good. May I have seconds as you had promised?"

Meghan smiled at Dawn, whispering with a blush on her cheeks, "As if I could deny you anything, Love."

So, true to her promise, Meghan took her fingers out of Dawn's mouth and returned them to her pussy where she shoved them inside all the way; although, now she added a third finger, intending, before this was over, to have her whole hand covered with her pussy cream for Dawn to suck clean. Of course, she wanted to taste herself, too.

Meghan began to finger fuck herself in earnest now, and as she did so, not only did she cover them with more pussy cream, but her level of sexual tension was rising rapidly. She didn't know how much of this she could take before she would have to cum and find sexual release for her overly stimulated pussy.

When Meghan brought her cum-soaked fingers up the second time, they were almost dripping with her love juices, and once more she put them instantly into Dawn's mouth so as not to lose a drop of her elixir-of-love to which Dawn made love by sucking and licking them clean of all her cream.

By the third time Meghan had her hand under the table, she had managed to get four of her fingers inside her ever-expanding vagina, and then, folding back her right thumb and placing it into her palm, she actually was fucking her pussy with her entire hand. And as she hand-fucked herself, all she could think about was how exciting and pleasurable this really was and what a turn-on it was to be fingering her pussy in a public restaurant so brazenly.

Dawn looked over at Meghan and saw her eyes glazing over which she knew to be a sign she was close to cumming or that she needed to cum, but at that very moment, the waiter came to their table and stood right opposite Meghan.

The waiter, half-embarrassed and understanding what he thought he knew as well as what he could smell...sex...cleared his throat, "May I get you anything else?" he asked somewhat foolishly.

Meghan looked up at the waiter, trying to act as non-chalantly as she could under the circustances. Dawn, of course, was sitting right next to her with the smell of pussy on her fingers and mouth. To top it off, Meghan's dress was hiked up around her waist by now, and her cream-covered fingers were deep inside her very wet pussy.

Now it was Dawn's turn to clear her throat and attempt to regain her composure so she didn't sound like some idiot run amuck. "Ah, hmmmm. No, Grazie. We are doing just fine here. Enjoying our dessert and tea."

The waiter gave Dawn a knowing look as if to communicate something without talking, but could not. He just said, "Very good, Signorina. I'll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. We're not crowded tonight as you can see, so take all the time you want."

And having said that, he politely turned and walked away.

That short period of time gave Meghan a chance to clear her head somewhat and to cool down just a bit, but she was still on a sexual high, and she was still so close to cumming. After all, there she was, the waiter standing just a few feet away from her, and she with her hand shoved up inside her dripping pussy. That, too, added to her excitement. Shivers of excitement ran up Meghan's back, and she squeezed her thighs together, capturing her hand between them until both she and Dawn heard the squishing of the creamy wetness between her pussy lips.

Meghan released the tension of her thighs and withdrew her sopping hand once more and brought it up above the table, offering it to Dawn. Dawn greedily brought Meghan's hand to her mouth and put most of it inside, licking and sucking the juicy pussy cream off her fingers, even running her wet tongue between Meghan's fingers.

"Hey, greedy!" Meghan whispered teasingly. "Save some for me. Remember? We were to share."

Smiling, Dawn nodded her head and offered Meghan her own hand that was still covered with plenty of her pussy cream. Meghan brought her hand to her hungry mouth and began to lick her fingers clean, she, too, sliding her tongue between them as Dawn had done.

Ooooo, Meghan thought to herself as she tasted her own womanly musk, that does taste good. No wonder Dawn loves to go down on me, kneeling between my splayed legs with her face pressed against my hairy pussy and eating me out. Of course, I love eating Dawn's pussy, too, and I love the way she tastes...that salty but sweet taste.

"I'm getting so turned on by this, Dawn," Meghan said. "I originally didn't think about going this far. I was just going to stick my fingers inside my pussy and have you put them into your mouth and lick them clean. But now...now...."

Dawn moved her chair closer to Meghan's and put her hand underneath the table and found Meghan's exposed thigh. The red and white-checkered table cloths hung so low they made it impossible for anyone to see what was going on, especially in the dim candle light.

Knowing this, Dawn was going to help her lover Meghan have the orgasm she wanted and needed. Dawn slid her hand slowly up the inside of Meghan's thighs, letting her fingertips slide softly against her bare skin. While doing this, Dawn titlted her head slightly towards Meghan and whispered, "Sit back, slide down to the edge of your chair, and spread your legs. I'll help get you off, Love."

Oh, damn, went off in Meghan's mind when she heard what Dawn said she was going to do. Never did she dream anything like this would happen. It was far and away beyond her fantasy. But she was extremely excited, and since she was so near to orgasm, she knew it wouldn't take long once Dawn touched her. So Meghan slid her ass down to the edge of her chair and spread her legs. She then leaned back against the redbrick wall behind her.

When Dawn saw Meghan was close to cumming, she brought her hand all the way up Meghan's thigh and put it directly onto her very wet pussy. Dawn felt Meghan's pubic hairs brush against her skin. She loved a full bush. A woman's hair-covered "V" was a real turn-on for her. Dawn felt the creaminess of Meghan's vagina she had smeared all over her pussy when she was finger-fucking herself. Dawn turned her hand, cupping Meghan's pussy with the palm so her fingers were facing downwards. There was a momentary pause onto which Meghan held what seemed like an eternity, holding her breath in anticipation of what was to come. With one, smooth motion Dawn gently sunk three of her fingers completely inside Meghan's well-lubricated, cream-filled pussy, past her cervix, and to the back wall of her vagina.

Oh, yesssssssss. Meghan feels so good, Dawn cried out within her inner self. So very good. And so hot. Thus, forming the image of her hand inside Meghan's pussy, Dawn began to move in and out of her vaginal sheath, slowly increasing her tempo as both she and Meghan rode out the storm of pure sexual power and ecstasy. Meghan was now so close to her orgasm, waiting for the vortex of feminine power from within to carry her over the edge into the throes of ecstatic joy of love and making love. Dawn was filled with the joy of helping her lover bring pleasure to herself.

"Unnnggghhhhh," Meghan moaned as softly as she could as her orgasm slowly built inside, beginning from the very core of her aroused body and working its way up to her over-stimulated clitoris.

Meghan was close. Very close. It wouldn't take much to help Meghan cum. Dawn slid her fingers out of Meghan's pussy and brought them up between her engorged, slick pussy lips right to her clit. Dawn immediately circled Meghan's clit with her cum-covered fingers, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Nearer. It was much nearer. Dawn brouht the pads of her fingers directly onto Meghan's clit and gently rubbed her sensitive love-pearl back and forth with a soft, rapid motion.

Meghan was now falling over the edge. Her pussy erupted into thousands and thousands of tiny, erotic pulses of sexual energy as her orgasms hit her one after the other. Meghan was multi-orgasmic as well as a squirter. Yet Meghan knew she couldn't cry out. Not in public, and so with much effort, Meghan SCREAMED inside her mind while her orgasms hit her in waves, one right after the other.

"Oh, damn! I'm cumming, Dawn! I'm cummmiinngg! This is so fucking fantastic," she hissed through her taught lips.

When a powerful orgasm hit her, Meghan snapped her thighs together, capturing Dawn's hand between her legs as she rode out the ongoing eruptions of her orgasms. Meghan's orgasms were coming so quickly now she felt as if she could never stop so intense was the overwhelming feeling. Then without being able to stop, Meghan's pussy squirted a gusher of her love juice all over Dawn's hand and onto the floor beneath the table.

Dawn just held her hand between Meghan's legs, massaging her pussy whenever she could and trying to control the outpouring of Meghan's love juices as much as possible since she, too, was caught up in Meghan's orgasmic delirium. 

That was one thing about their relationship. They didn't keep score. They were happy to give as well as to receive, but, of course, giving-and receiving at the same time was always the best. And many times Dawn and Meghan experienced mutual orgasms. Dawn's and Meghan's was a giving and unselfish love relationship, one never putting herself or her needs above that of the other.

However, Dawn had become so hot and excited herself throughout all their sexual play that she had been squeezing her thighs together as her pussy dripped wetly, and she rocked gently back and forth in her chair until she, too, could not hold back. On one of Meghan's last orgasms, Dawn's pussy exploded, and she came simultaneously with Meghan, drenching her panties and pants with her pussy cream. 

In time Meghan came down slowly from her erotic high, allowing Dawn to regain control of her own sexual impulses. Looking at one another, they could see each was still breathing hard, and both Meghan and Dawn felt their hearts still pounding in their chests and temples, so loudly they thought surely anyone and everyone in the restaurant could hear it. Their mouths were also very dry.

Megan relaxed her legs, spreading them enough so Dawn could remove her hand. Once freed Dawn brought her hand up from the table and began licking it clean of Meghan's climactic love juice cocktail. 

Mmmmm. It is both delicious and juicy just the way I like it, thought Dawn. Not to be selfish, Dawn offered her hand to Meghan so she, too, might taste her own orgasmic potion, and together they licked Dawn's hand clean.

"Oh, Dawn, that was absolutely fantastic. I came and came so hard. You've helped to make my fantasy come true more than I ever dreamed or hoped for. Thank you, my love and my lover," Meghan sighed from the depths of her heart.

In gratitude Meghan leaned over and kissed Dawn passionately, and Dawn returned Meghan's kiss, sticking her tongue inside Meghan's mouth to share her taste in their kiss.

Once they both had regained their composure, Meghan and Dawn went to the Ladies Room to freshen up after this most special lovemaking. Dawn left first, and by the time Meghan returned she had already taken care of the bill. 

Now they were ready to go back into the lighted streets of "Seattle." There next stop was to be "The Needle" where they could get a panoramic view of the city from on high.

As they were ready to leave, the waiter came to the door and graciously opened it for them, pausing with a slight bow.

"Pretty Ladies, I do hope you enjoyed yourselves," said the waiter, putting a little more emphasis on the word "enjoyed" than seemed called for as if he knew what they had done. But Dawn and Meghan were caught up in the euphoria of their lovemaking and too happy to care.

"Have a nice evening," he added.

"Grazie. Mille grazie," Dawn replied.

"Prego," answered the waiter. "Ciao."

"Arrivederci," Dawn said as she took Meghan's hand into hers, locking their fingers together. "Oh, and by-the-way, unfortunately we spilled some water underneath the table. I thought you should know," Dawn said with a straight face.

Meghan, on the other hand, held back a smile.

Opening the door for Meghan, the two left the "Ristorante Amore," knowing they would be back some day. It would be most likely soon...to enjoy another "Dinner for Two."

For now, this was a night neither Meghan nor Dawn would ever forget. The night Meghan had her fantasy fulfilled.