Monday, November 30, 2015

The Dinner Party - Main Course

You can find the Appetizer course here.

Sandra blinked when the sun came through the blinds, and hit her in the eyes. As she moved to get up, the slight soreness between her legs made her smile. Things had gotten pretty wild last night. She looked over at Ethan who was still sleeping soundly and stroked his face, but he didn’t respond. He was still out like a light.

She laughed softly, slid out of bed, and padded softly to their bathroom where she took a quick shower. Wrapping a soft robe around herself, she went to the kitchen and got the coffee started. As it brewed, she stared out the kitchen window deep in thought about Ethan’s proposal the night before.

Yes, she’d always fantasized about being with multiple men at once, but not necessarily in the way he’d described. And what he had in mind – while a real turn on to think about – was also a little scary. She found sessions with just her husband overwhelming at times…what would it be like serving three Masters at once?

She was so deep inside her own head that she didn’t notice her husband come up behind her, and she started when he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the back of her neck.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he murmured into her ear.

Sandra turned to look at him, “I’ve made a decision.”

“And…?”

She took a deep breath and replied, “I’ll do it.”

He smiled, and kissed her forehead, “I’m so proud of you. I promise this will be a night you will never forget.”

Sandra laughed, “I won’t forget it, because I’ll be doing all the work!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you’re generously rewarded,” he poured them both some coffee, and she quickly whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast for them.

After eating and doing the dishes, Ethan disappeared for a few minutes, and came back with a small bag. “This is for you to wear tonight.”

Sandra let out a little squeal, and reached in. The first thing she pulled out was a simple black silk chemise. She held it up, and it was so short it was barely going to cover her butt. She shot a look at Ethan, and he laughed. “There’s more in there…keep looking.”

She then pulled out a pair of panties, and was surprised to see that they were made of a stretchy black lace, with a double strand of pearls where the gusset would usually be. As she thought of what those pearls would do pressed up on either side of her clit, her cheeks turned pink.

“Do you like them?” he asked.

“They’re very pretty, but very naughty.”

“As they’re supposed to be. Wear these with your patent leather heels, and your black satin collar tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to go downstairs to get the study ready for tonight, and then I’m going to head to the office for a while. After that, I’m meeting the guys for lunch, and then we’re going golfing after. We’ll shower and have drinks at the club, and we should be back here about 6:30. I expect the house to be clean, dinner to be ready, and most importantly...YOU to be ready.”

Sandra nodded, “I will be.”

“Good girl.”

She leaned over and gave him a kiss, “I’m going to get dressed, and head to the store to get what I need for dinner tonight. If I’m not back by the time you leave, have fun today.”

Sandra did her grocery shopping, then went home and got the cake ready to go into the oven. As it baked, she did what little straightening up was needed. They had a housekeeper that came in every couple of weeks, and she’d just been to the house a couple of days ago so there wasn’t much that needed doing.

When the cake was finished she set it aside to cool, and got the lasagna ready. She did it fancy, with her homemade marinara and pasta, along with fresh mozzarella and sausage from the nearby Italian deli.  It was lunchtime by the time she finished it, and put it in the fridge to set. She had a quick sandwich, then headed to the nail salon for a little pampering.

By the time she got home, there really wasn’t much left to do, so she took the opportunity to take a nice, long nap. She set the alarm to ensure she wouldn’t oversleep, but found her dreams taking a turn to what would be happening that evening, and woke up not as refreshed as she’d hoped. Instead of going back to sleep, she turned off the alarm, and dawdled around the house for an hour or so, until it was time to get the rest of the meal preparations done.

She got the bread ready to go, and the salad tossed and the dressing made to put on it just before dinner. Then she frosted the cake, set the table with their nicest linens and tableware, and looked at the clock. Still two hours before they’d be there.

Sandra was so fidgety. She found herself picking at her newly manicured nails, and forced herself to stop. She finally gave in, and had a glass of wine to try and calm her jangled nerves, then took a nice hot shower. She used her husband’s favorite scented lotion, dabbed the matching perfume on her pulse points, and dried her hair.

After flat-ironing it, she pulled it up into a loose ponytail, and putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, went into the kitchen to put the lasagna in. It would take about an hour to cook, and would need about 15 minutes to rest before serving, and she made sure to time it just right.

While it cooked, she finished getting ready. She put on her makeup, and the little chemise, then fastened the collar around her neck. She opted against wearing any other jewelry, and decided to wait on the panties and shoes until the last minute.

She had a quick bite to eat of the salad, and heated up a bowl of pasta and sauce that she’d made separately for herself to eat before the men got there. She washed it down with another glass of wine, brushed her teeth, and got the heels and panties on just as the oven signaled that the lasagna was ready to come out.

As she walked to the kitchen, she could feel those pearls start to do their work, and it notched her already nervous state to another level. Out came the lasagna, in went the garlic bread, and on went the dressing for the salad. She pulled out the bread just as she heard her husband pull up in the car at 6:30 sharp.

Sandra calmed the panic inside her, and went to the foyer. There she knelt with her head down, as Ethan turned his key in the lock and opened the door.

He seemed a bit surprised to see her there…the gesture wasn’t something he normally expected of her, but he guessed she did it as a good show to their guests, and smiled. He led the two men in and then put his finger under her chin, “My dear, you may stand.”

He helped her up and introduced her to Nate, a slim and tan man with dark blonde hair and green eyes, and Marcus, a burly man with ebony skin, dark hair and a neat beard. Both of whom looked her over with admiring eyes.

“Thank you, Sir. Dinner is ready, gentlemen…please, let me show you to your seats.”

Sandra led the men to the dining room, and Ethan landed a quick kiss on her ear, “It looks beautiful, my love, and so do you,” he surreptitiously slid a finger under the chemise, and smiled with approval at her being perfectly attired. Then with a little slap on her ass, he sent her to the kitchen to get dinner served.

As the men sat down, she came out with a pitcher of water, and a bottle of red wine. She silently poured everyone water, then opened the wine, and poured just a bit into the glass, and served her husband. He gave it a sniff and a taste, and nodded his approval. She poured glasses for their guests, and then finished filling her husband’s.

Once they had their drinks, Sandra retreated to the kitchen to get their meals ready. Every trip to the kitchen and back teased her further, and she found her pussy getting slick, which just heightened the sensation of the pearls against her sex.

She put a healthy portion of the pasta on a large plate with a warm hunk of bread, and put the salads on a smaller plate. She didn’t have a serving tray large enough for all of it, so she brought the salads out first, serving their two guests and then her husband. She then retreated, and brought out the dinner plates, following the same serving guidelines.

She looked to her husband for approval, and Ethan smiled, “It looks and smells wonderful, my pet. Please bring one of the stools out from the kitchen to sit on as we dine. That way if we need you for anything, you’ll be right here to provide it.”

He was pleased to see her turn bright pink, but she did as he instructed, retrieved the stool and put it in the corner, and perched herself on it with her knees primly together, and her heels hooked over the bottom rail of the stool.

Nate looked over at her, “Open your legs, girl. I want to see more of you.”

Sandra blushed even deeper. “As you wish,” she replied, and did as she was told.

His gaze worked up her legs and took in her puffy lips and wet slit surrounded by the white pearls and smiled. Turning to Ethan he commented, “You’ll need to tell me where you got those panties. They seem to have a very positive effect.”

Ethan grinned, “She’s always had a ‘thing’ for pearls, and I’m happy to indulge it.”

The men ate their dinner and chatted, and kindly complimented her on her cooking. Sandra in turn made sure their wine glasses stayed full, and cleared their dishes when they finished their dinner. She put on a pot of coffee for dessert, and hastily put away the food and rinsed the dishes while it brewed.

When it was finished she brought out cups, cream, and sugar, and poured them each a cup. It was then that Marcus made his first demand, and ordered her to stand next to him, and bend over the table.

With a hitch in her throat, she did as he said. He ran his hand up her thigh, over her ass, and back down again. His gentle caress raised goose bumps on her skin, and she let out the faintest whimper. He slid his finger up along her pussy lips, and pressed the tip against her clit teasingly. He circled it twice and withdrew, putting it in his mouth.

“Sweeter than any dessert,” he murmured, “I’m going to enjoy tasting that pussy later. Now stand up, and resume your duties.”

“Thank you,” Sandra whispered, and stood. She let out her breath shakily, and went back to the kitchen to get the men their cake. Once they were served, she perched back up on her stool until they were finished, and then cleared the table once more.

She heard Ethan direct their two guests downstairs, then he joined her in the kitchen. She was rinsing dishes when he came up behind her, kicked her legs apart, and roughly thrust two fingers inside her.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he growled, “I can’t wait to see those men down there get their hands on you,” he brought her to the brink of orgasm, then left her gasping as he removed his fingers and washed his hands in the sink.

“Join us as soon as you’re finished here, and don’t dawdle.”

She gathered her senses enough to reply with a weak, “Yes, Sir,” and she heard him move to the stairs. She let out a combination of a sob and a laugh, and wondered what the hell she’d gotten herself into…and in a few minutes she was about to find out just how far she could go.

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