Dinner Party Deliciousness
Upon taking his first sip of wine, Max heard the front door open and felt something within his heart lighten. There she was. The moment his eyes fell on her, he felt his cock harden within the confines of his trousers. He had never seen Lacey look more beautiful and innocent but also, in her own way, sexier and more ravishing than he could ever have imagined. She was wearing a pearly white dress that smoothed over her curves, the heave of her breasts and the tight of her nipples showing through in ways that suggested the dress was see-through. As it skimmed over her curves, his eyes were drawn down to her legs, for the dress fell down to her calves, a slit in the dress teasing at the milky pale skin just below. He swallowed and stood up upon seeing her, half afraid that anyone else would notice how much tighter his trousers were than they had been a minute ago, but half desperate for her to see what a simple look at her body did to him. He had resented having to meet her at the dinner party, wanting nothing more than to watch his wife getting ready as he always did. But of course, their friends had to pick the one day they had meetings at opposite ends of the city to plan their dinner party. And, since they didn’t want to be late on the one evening all their friends would finally be meeting up, they had decided to simply meet later.
Lacey smiled upon seeing him, the widest smile of hers he had seen for a while, and he was entranced by how much and yet how little she had changed from the application of some makeup and heels. Her hair was longer than it had been this morning, pulled out of its professional ponytail so that it now fell down to the arse cheeks that he’d longed to squeeze and slap all day. Her hair was just as thick and naturally wavy as ever, her face slicked only with the lightest of makeup, a hint of blush and mascara. They’d soon learned that when she wore darker and brighter makeup, it tended to get wiped straight off as soon as they got up to their mischief.
“Hi everyone!” She said as she walked into the room and Max said hi back, as did the other two couples in the room. They’d all been friends for years now, going back all the way to college, but the chaos of children and careers and mortgage payments had made it more and more difficult for them to all get together at the same time. So, when John and Julia had invited their two closest couple friends round for the evening, they all jumped at the chance, booking babysitters and childminders and getting excited for the first night with their friends for a while.
Once Lacey had made her way around the room saying hello to her friends, she sat down at the table opposite her husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek and happily welcoming the glass of wine he poured for her. She smiled as she took a deep sip, and he watched the way her nipples peeked through the thin material of her dress. In the lighting where they were sat, she looked naked with nothing but a pearly shimmer over her, and he could feel the blood within him start to heat. He couldn’t deny that he had always been most excited about the more extreme outfits that he’d seen her wear before, the tight, short little latex skirts, the leather dresses, the red lacy lingerie, outfits that oozed in sex and mischief and the naughtiness he knew she was capable of. But here, she looked different, sexy but in a different way. She seemed to be the most innocent little thing he’d ever seen, a young woman in white who was still like a girl in some ways, who dreamed of curling up in his arms and then nuzzling up against him. But there was a cheekiness in that innocence too, the kind that threatened to tease you with her good behaviour, to pretend that she didn’t realise how wet her pussy was against your knee or how firm her breasts were against your chest. She reminded him of a little schoolgirl trying to seduce an older teacher. He had never found her more attractive, and he knew she had chosen the dress especially for that very reason.
Lacey and Max got to chatting to Polly and Oscar as John and Julia finished sorting out the dinner, enjoying the flowing of glasses of wine, catching up face to face and chatting as their cheeks grew warm from the alcohol.
Max could hardly keep his eyes off Lacey’s breasts, watching the way they bounced as she laughed and drank.
He also noticed how the strap of her dress began to fall lazily off her shoulder, threatening to expose the curve and softness of her pale breasts. But then, right when he was waiting for the material to fall off entirely, she’d swoop up the strap and hook it back onto her shoulder, throwing him a naughty wink as she did, knowing how desperate for her flesh he was, just as desperate as she was for him. He could feel her foot under the table playing with his too. She must have kicked off her shoes long before and was enjoying dragging her foot up against the inside of his thigh, reaching oh so carefully up the inner seams of his trousers, resting it in the thick hardness of his lap, her eyes glittering upon feeling how erect he was.
As the couples continued drinking as they ate, each became more flirtatious with their partner than usual. Typically, dinners out with other couples were for work purposes – meaning stiff upper lips and the fear of getting too handsy and seeming sloppy or inappropriate in front of a boss or an investor. When was the last time they had all been out with friends like this? Nobody in the room could remember, but they all enjoyed every moment. As the evening continued and the food was finished, the chairs moved around the tables and couples sat closer to each other than before, desperate to touch more than just with the tips of their toes or the flirtations of their eyes. Max continued to watch the luscious heaving of Lacey’s breast and sighed. Lacey tilted her head in confusion and he looked down at his crotch, inviting her eyes to follow his. He was hard against his trousers, being unable to touch his wife all evening after one too many glasses of wine having made a change to his body. She leaned a little closer, pretending to brush some crumbs off his chest before her hand rested onto his lap, beginning to play with the hardness through his trousers. She was seducing him so openly that if any of the couples were broken out of their individual romantic spells, they’d be exposed to the room. Max wanted to burst out of laughter at the risk of it, but he was too busy enjoying the sensation to complain.
“I’ve missed that.” Lacey breathed out in hushed tones, playing delicately with the hardness as if it was nothing but her play toy.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Max laughed then, unable to describe just how long he had been looking forward to this moment.
“Well, I actually have a little gift for you,” Lacey said then, leaning down to the side of her chair to rummage through her bag. It was then that she lifted up a little black box and slid it across the table towards Max. He raised his eyebrows, wondering what on earth she could have gotten him after work.
“You shouldn’t have.” He said as he started to open the box, and she smiled, looking down at her lap for a minute with an air of mischievousness.
“Trust me, it was more of a gift for myself than for you.” She chuckled.
Once he picked up the box, he saw that it was a small black remote that reminded him of an electronic car key. He picked it up in his hands and raised his eyebrows.
“Is this what I think it is?” Julia then asked excitedly from the other side of the table. Her eyebrows were raised and her arms also haphazardly thrown across her husband’s body.
It seems we’re not the only couple enjoying a night off from the kids, Max thought.
Lacey laughed. “Press a button and find out.”
He looked back down at the remote and clicked a button, noticing that Lacey immediately tensed up, her skin growing clammy and the nipples pushing firmer against the slip of the dress. He could see her face growing warm as the vibrator inside her followed his exact instructions and he could tell just from the look in her eye that she was growing wet already.
“Yes, it is what I thought!” Julia said, moving her hand from her husband’s hand only briefly so she could bring it to her face in excitement.
“I’ve wanted one of these.” Polly grumbled jealously, pulling her husband’s face around and enveloping him in a deep kiss, deeper than she would typically give in front of other people. Max was nervous at first to continue playing with the vibrator, but when he saw how intimate the other couples were growing around them, and how the introduction of the vibrator had relaxed them even more, he settled into it, understanding now that they were all as focused on their partners as he was on his. This was a night off for all of them and they were all looking for an excuse to enjoy it.
He played about with the remote some more, watching the way Lacey writhed and sweated on the seat, barely able to control himself upon seeing how much she struggled to remain inconspicuous. He would raise the intensity slowly, making sure to drag her closer and closer towards orgasm before suddenly putting the intensity as high as it could go, watching the way she bit her lip and closed her eyes, putting down her wine glass for fear of dropping it the moment the orgasm hit. But then, just as he could tell she was about to explode, he dove the intensity right down to the bottom again.
“Why do you keep doing that?” She asked, at last, picking up a napkin from the table to fan herself, the sweat glittery against her skin.
He leaned forward then and took her other hand, picking it up to kiss the smooth skin. “When you orgasm, I want it to be into my mouth, not in the middle of this room.”
She looked up at him then, put the napkin down and looked around with a smile. “Why can’t we do both?”
Max blinked before turning around and following her gaze. Julia’s hand was still in John’s lap, but when he looked closer, he could see that it wasn’t resting on material, but flesh. They were lost in the moment together, her fingers stroking his bare cock in the middle of the room. He wondered if they knew they were so exposed or if they thought they were enjoying secret privacy, but then he noticed how John’s fingers crept up to stroke his wife’s breast, pinching and twisting her nipple and rejoicing in her excited gasps. Polly and Oscar seemed a little more uncertain of the evening, looking over at their two friends with wide eyes. Lacey nodded upon making mischievous eye contact with Julia who nodded in return and Polly smiled. She turned to her husband, hitched up her dress and straddled him on his chair, wrapping her fingers in his curly hair and drowning him in a kiss so deep his eyes were soon closed and he was dead to the world.
Max then moved forward to his wife, pressing the highest button possible on the vibrator and moved to lift her up from the chair. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, though her eyes closed from the pleasure of the vibrator, and he lifted her up, moving her over to the sofa just beside the dining table. He continued to play with the vibrator as he lifted his wife’s dress, pulling her underwear aside so he could see the pulsing of her pussy as he continued to play with her. He turned around to look at the other couples and smiled when he saw how far into their own intimacy they had progressed, not stilted by the existence of the other couples in the room but instead motivated by it. Polly was now naked on her husband, riding him right on the dining chair, one of her hands forcing her husband’s mouth onto one of her breasts while the other steadied herself on the table behind her, bunching up the white tablecloth.
Julia was now kneeling down by her husband’s feet, his cock fully in her mouth, thrusting back and force as he fucked her in her face. She moaned as she took her husband deep within her,
and her eyes flickered open for a few moments to look around the room. Upon seeing the intimacy of the other couples around her she began to take her husband even deeper, revelling each time she gagged, happy to be taking him so passionately.
Knowing that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, Max looked back towards his wife and the beautiful mess she had become for him, the orgasm beginning to overwhelm her, juices leaking out from within her. She moaned as Max continued to hike the vibration up further and further, watching the way her mouth opened wider and wider and her moans grew louder. And then, just as she was in the peak of her orgasm, he delved down to her pussy and licked her clean, tugging and twisting her clit until her hands twisted into his hair, hooding him so tightly he was sure he would be left with a bald patch. But he didn’t care, nothing on earth could stop him from cleaning up his wife like this. The perfect dessert. He continued to play with her with his tongue, loving the reaction she gave without meaning to, but then he got his fingers involved too, penetrating her as she continued to lick her clean, leaving her a sweaty mess on the sofa.