Sandra walked in the door, put her stuff down, and slumped in the chair. She’d had a horrible week, and all she wanted to do was sit. But her husband Ethan had a different idea. He walked up behind her chair and planted a kiss on top of her head, stating, “Get freshened up, darling. I’ve put something pretty for you to wear on the bed, and I’m taking you out to dinner tonight.”
She let out a sigh and a grumble, and headed to the bedroom. On the bed was a new dress, still in the dry cleaner’s bag. She hung it on her closet door, lifted the plastic, and let out a little squeal. It was a pretty cocktail frock, with a silk bodice and a flowy, multi-layered chiffon skirt. It was a purple so dark it was almost black, and the skirt was dotted with tiny rhinestones that sparkled in the light. She turned it around, and saw the back dipped down to a ‘V’ from the bateau neckline.
“Do you like it?” he asked from behind her.
She turned, and the smile on her face gave him his answer, “It’s beautiful! But what’s the occasion?”
“I know you’ve had a shitty week, so I thought a date night was in order,” he walked over to her and gave her a lingering kiss that left her breathless, “now get that cute ass of yours in the shower.”
She scurried into the bathroom and headed into the shower. As the hot water cascaded over her, she felt the stress from the week melt away. She took her time, making sure to shave carefully as date nights usually ended up with some steamy bedroom antics.
After about an hour, she was ready to go…perfumed, makeup perfect, hair in curls down her back, and with her new dress on. She added some crystal earrings to her outfit, put on her antique diamond watch, and slipped into some simple black pumps. She grabbed her evening bag, and as she strode into the living room, Ethan gave a nod of approval.
“You look gorgeous, babe.”
Sandra gave him a kiss, “Thank you!”
“All ready?”
“Ready when you are.”
During the drive to the restaurant they chatted about all the little things that couples together for 12 years talk about. As they drove up to the fancy restaurant he’d decided on, she shot him a little look and smiled. He handed the car over to the valet, and led her inside. They were seated in their favorite booth, and the waiter greeted them and took their drink order. As she perused the menu, Sandra peeped over the top of it at him.
“You’re up to something, aren’t you?”
Ethan peered over his menu, and the crinkles in the corners or his eyes told her he was smiling, “Whatever do you mean?”
She laughed, “Because you only bring me here when you want a favor, or want to buy something expensive.”
Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter, who came to take their order. After he left, Ethan leaned in and ran his finger along Sandra’s arm.
“I actually do have something I want to talk to you about. I’d like to have some friends over for dinner tomorrow night.”
“I knew it! And you probably want me to do all the cooking, right?”
“Well, you are the better cook.”
She smiled and shook her head, “Fine…who’s coming over?”
“Nate and Marcus.”
Sandra grew quiet then and ducked her head, “From…from the club?”
He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head, noticing that her breathing had become a little erratic, “Yes, from the club. Is that alright?”
She let out a shaky breath, “I know we’ve talked about this before, but I never thought you’d actually want to make it reality.”
Ethan smiled, “I saw how you reacted during the demonstration we did, and how much you enjoyed all those hands on you, and I have to admit it was pretty hot. To have you service all three of us at once, well, what could be better than that?”
“But I thought you didn’t like to share your toys,” she reminded him.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Sandra let out a little “Oh,” then they halted the conversation as their salads were put in front of them. They ate in silence, Ethan giving her some time to think about what he was proposing. After the waiter took their plates away, he stealthily ran his hand under her skirt, and after tugging at her thigh to give him access, he ran a finger across the crotch of her panties. Just as he thought, she was wet.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to make your fantasy come true?”
She gasped and replied, “I’m a little scared, actually.”
Ethan leaned back, “You know I love you with all my heart, right?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“You know that I’d NEVER let anything bad happen to you, or push you into doing something you weren’t ready for…correct?”
She nodded.
He kissed her ear, “Think about it tonight, and let me know in the morning. If you say no, it will just be dinner, and that’s it. OK?”
A look of relief washed over her face, “OK, I will. What would you like me to make for dinner?”
“They’re not picky…I’m sure anything you want to make would be fine.”
Sandra thought for a few moments, “I think maybe my homemade lasagna with a salad and garlic bread? It's easy to coordinate and serve.”
“Ah, my favorite. What about dessert?”
“Lemon cake, I think. I don't want anything too sweet.”
“Perfect.”
Their food arrived, and the subject was dropped as they enjoyed their meal. Their dinner was delicious, and after they left the restaurant Ethan drove them to a little jazz club to enjoy some live music. He led her out on the dance floor and held her close, and the two them swayed together to the music.
Eventually, curiosity got the best of Sandra and she turned her face up to look her husband in the eye, “If I agree to tomorrow night, what would be expected of me?”
Ethan smiled down at her, “I expect you to serve us, so you’ll need to eat beforehand. You will wait on us hand and foot, making sure food and drinks are always replenished. You will do whatever we ask. If one of the men decides he wants you to suck his cock while he eats, you’ll do it. If the other bends you over the table and fucks you during the meal, you’ll acquiesce without question.
“After dinner we’ll retire to the basement, and you will be our plaything for the rest of the evening. We will fuck you any way that we wish, punish you any way that we see fit, and you will take all of it like the good girl I know you are. Any questions?”
Sandra stammered, “I don’t know, it’s just so…”
“These men are experienced Doms, they just happen to be in between partners at the moment. They know your safe word, they know your hard limits, and they will respect me by not doing anything to you that I disapprove of, and I will be there the whole time.”
He leaned down and kissed her ear, “I want to see you with all three of your holes filled…one cock in your ass, one in your cunt, and another in your mouth,” he whispered.
Sandra gasped at the thought, and felt a rush of wetness between her legs, “Oh God, Ethan, take me home. I need you fuck me.”
“That’s good, because that’s just what I plan to do,” he growled. They left the club, and as they got in the car, he undid his pants and took out his cock before sliding into the driver’s seat, “You know that to do.”
She did, and leaned over to engulf his cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked his cock during the short ride home, and when the garage door closed behind them he reluctantly pushed her head up. He got out of the car, and came around to the passenger side, opened the door and hauled her out into the garage.
Without a word, Ethan bent her over the hood, lifted up the skirt of her dress, and ripped her flimsy panties right off. As she squirmed underneath him, he landed five quick blows to her pale ass turning it a bright pink, and then with one quick thrust buried his entire length inside her copious wetness.
Sandra cried out at the sudden assault, but soon was bucking back against him, moaning as his cock pummeled her. He reached around to pluck at her clit, and told her to come for him. She let go with a wail, and shudders wracked her body as she came in waves around his cock, driving him to his own climax. He groaned as his cum shot inside her, and he grabbed her hair and wrapped it around his hand and pulled her head up as he kept pumping inside her until she came a second time.
He pulled out, and she immediately turned and started to get to her knees, but he laughed and grabbed her elbow, “We’ll finish this inside, pet.”
He smacked her bum as they hurried inside. He hardly had locked the door before he felt her mouth on his cock again. He smiled…as turned on as Sandra was just talking about what might happen, he had a feeling the next night was going to be quite the adventure.
