The Dinner Party
I had never met Steve's wife, so it came as a surprise when he invited my wife and I to their house for dinner to find that he was married to an attractive blond, with large breasts, and a curvy figure. Steve was such an ordinary guy, not good looking and with a beer belly, usually not particularly well dressed. Clare, his wife on the other hand was immaculate that evening, wearing a calf length flowing skirt, a flimsy low cut blouse that showed off her ample cleavage and her nipples just visible through the thin material of her bra. Her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head, and the whole thing was set off with high heels. She could even cook! The first course was more than passable and I thought the evening might not be the total disaster I had feared!
The other 4 guests all seemed to know each other so my wife and I were the only strangers, my only acquaintance being my working relationship with Steve. Sylvie, my wife, seemed to have struck up a deep conversation with the man sitting next to her and seemed quite relaxed in this setting. Clare was sitting opposite me and as we sat around chatting, eating and drinking over the first course I was aware of her 'playing footsie' with me under the table. For a moment I thought it was just accidental, but as it continued I realised it was no mistake! I looked across at her and she smiled knowingly back. Her foot travelled further up my leg and I found this secretive touching was arousing me, although slightly concerned that my wife might notice.
When the first course was over Clare got up to remove the plates and bring the main course. Another guest asked if she would like some help, but 'That's alright Judith' Clare replied, 'James will help, you don't mind to you Sylvie?' Finding myself volunteered in this way I got up and followed her into the kitchen. There was a serving hatch between the kitchen and dining room which was slightly open, and just to one side of this was the oven, it would have been just out of sight of the guests still sitting at the table, laughing and talking over their wine. Suddenly Clare grabbed me and kissed me, 'God, you look good, I am so horny for you'. I was aware of her large soft breasts against my chest, which turned me on even more. She let go of me just as quickly leaving me stunned and slightly nervous, but incredibly aroused by her attention. As she bent down to the oven I was overcome with sexual desire for her, seeing her cute arse bent in front of me like that, I pushed up her skirt to discover that she was wearing no knickers! The sight nearly made me come in my pants!
She wriggled her bottom and pushed it back towards me, and I found myself rubbing her arse, letting my fingers slip round the crack and onto her [very] wet pussy.
'Are you two alright out there.. do you need any help?' called out Steve.
'Fine' said Clare.
'Fuck me, I want to feel you inside me' she whispered to me
'What about the others' I asked
'Be quick, fuck me hard'
Half of me was terrified that someone would catch us out; her husband, my wife, or one of the other guests, and the other half of me was completely mesmerised by this woman and all she was offering! Then we heard chairs being moved and Steve's voice, 'Come on, where's the dinner, we're all waiting'.
I moved away from her, she straightened her skirt and handed me a large dish of vegetables 'Next course' she whispered and I wasn't sure if she was talking about the vegetables or suggesting we do this again when it was time for the dessert.
We ate the main course, and all the while Clare continued to rub her foot up my leg, just managing to reach with her toes the bulge in my trousers. I found it difficult to concentrate on eating and even more difficult to join in the conversations, so much so that my wife asked 'Are you alright James?' At that moment Clare's toes squeezed my cock, making me jump, 'Yes, fine, just got a lot on my mind, sorry.' I said looking across at Clare. 'Relax, James', said Steve, 'I can see we are all going to become good friends'.
I was sexually excited but worried about what would happen when it was time to clear away the plates again. I wanted Clare to ask for my help so that we could retreat once more into the kitchen and maybe this time I would stuff my cock up that wet cunt, but was also conscious that when I stood up from the table someone might notice my erection! 'Excuse me, I need to go to the loo, where is it?' 'Go through the kitchen out into the utility room, it's on the left' said Steve.
When I returned from the loo, Clare was already in the kitchen, getting desserts out of the fridge. 'You don't get away that easily' she said, making a grab for my trousers, undoing the zip, with expert hands. I was instantly hard for her again, and this time I was not going to miss my chance.
She let me turn her round and I pushed her across the worktop, lifting her skirt and taking my cock shoved it hard into her. She was so wet it slipped in easily, but the speed of my actions surprised her and she let out a gasp.
'You Ok Clare' called out Steve again
I was pounding into her hard, shoving my cock deep inside her as she was bent across the worktop, my hands reaching round to hold and squeeze those wonderful breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin material. Between gasps she called back to him 'Yes... Sorry... Just dropped the cream'. It must have been the word cream that did it, and I came inside her instantly.
Written by Belles Directory
