Dinner with Friends

[Wiley999]

My wife and i are meeting a good friend of hers and her husband for dinner.
Her friend has told her husband to get to the restaurant early she's gonna be under the skirted table and give him a blowjob before dinner

He gets delayed and i arrive early and am caught completely off guard ..
Maybe i think its my wife under there and i enjoy .... until she comes walking in ..

 

[Shantie]

And what was your wife's reaction?..

 

[Twixle]

Susan and Harry were into naughtier things than most married couples. They role played and got rough on occasion like the rest but shared a common fetish that brought them simultaneously together and away from the norm. Susan and Harry liked Exhibitionism, they liked to fuck in public. The thrill of being caught and the inventive ways to conduct their lewd acts just on the fringe of plain sight brought their sexual relationship to another level. They had been dogging a number of times and would frequent art galleries, museums and other public areas to get their naughty kicks. It had been this way between them for months now and they were becoming more daring, like a high schooler testing the limits of an exasperated cover teacher. They craved to push the boundaries even further. It made them feel powerful to spit in the face of social conventions.

Harry had hatched the idea in bed. Susan had got off the phone with her friend and had arranged a dinner date with her and her other half. Harry would meet Susan there 15 minutes after she arrived. In that time she would have crawled under the table and be slowing working herself into a frenzy, a boiling pot with the lid on. Once Harry arrived he would sit calmly, Susan would unbuckle his pants from under the table and suck his dick like an Ethiopian with an ice lolly. The thrilling risk would come from the oblivious customers and the impatient waiter that would hassle Harry for his order during the 'game'. But the real rush would result from the constant thought that their friends would arrive at any moment, asking why Susan had emerged from under the tablecloth with the dressing of her Caesar salad in the corners of her lips. If all went to plan Harry would be long finished before they arrived. The experience would simmer in their minds all evening and prepare them for a passionate session under the stars on the grass of a nearby public park after they had said their goodbyes like civil adults.

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Susan was shown to her table and ordered a large glass of dry white wine. The glass was empty by 7:40, 5 minutes before Harry was scheduled to arrive. Susan took an extra few minutes to survey her empty table and the naive patrons that filled 2/3 of the bustling restaurant. Their table was by a wall in the back of the room, other customers surrounded her in a semicircle. A woman disappearing under her table in the middle of the room wouldn't go unnoticed but on the outskirts she could move swiftly and arouse no suspicion. After checking her watch one last time and sucking the dregs from the drained glass she made one seamless motion and ducked low under the red cloth that covered her table. The fabric glided down behind her and she was concealed. Goosebumps prickled her skin as they usually would during her escapades. She couldn't stop a cheeky smile from forming between her ears.

Susan removed her heels and waited. She was sat on her calfs with her head hung low in front of her. Heat prickled in her vagina and she pulled up her dress to her thighs. With her eyes closed methodically she wriggled a little to make a small parting between her legs and began to dance her index finger over the damp crease in her black panties. Her goosebumps flared and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end but the muffled voice of the waiter above showing someone to the table forced her eyes to snap open. Two legs slid under the table and a chair was pulled in close.

Susan took a moment. She looked at her husband's legs and waist, intimidated. Anxiety overcame her as it always did but this was part of the process. Against all her better judgement, all the entrenched social rules that held her back she shimmied forward and unbuckled his belt.

 

[Wiley999]

Bill and Kelly had been married 10 yrs and had dated off and on for 5 yrs earlier. It was harder and harder to be spontaneous as careers and success had cut into the free time they had an abundance of earlier in their relationship and marriage.

Kelly had a talented mouth and tongue and whenever Bill had done something sweet or unexpected or encouraged Kelly to push for what she wanted at work, Kelly would text Bill "i'll thank you later". This was code for Bill to know he was going to receive a blow job that night ... Usually it was in the car on the way home after dinner to celebrate.

Bill had received this text from his wife earlier this afternoon after she was promoted to junior partner at the firm. This was very exciting on many levels, besides the obvious. I would give them something to talk about at dinner, although it probably meant more time for her away from home, but it would also give Kelly something to be proud of to share with her friend Susan.
The 2 of them seemed very competitive with each other and there was always something else .. Bill couldn't put his finger on it ...

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Bill arrived early at the restaurant. The parking karma he had was working in high gear. Its not that bill was cheap and didn't want to pay for parking or a valet it was that he enjoyed the challenge as silly as that may be.

Adjusting his silk tie and belt as he walked to the restaurant the cool air blowing a little. He had taken off his boxers at work in preparation for the celebratory blowjob he was to receive. His cock had been semi hard all day and he was not sure if he would last through dinner, but he would be polite and poised in front of their friends.

The waiter showed him to the table and he saw the wine glass with lipstick on the rim sitting there ... he looked around for his wife and not seeing her, probably in the restroom making final adjustments to look good for the arrival of their friends he thought and sat down ...

He refilled the glass of wine on the table and smiled. Kelly could only deep throat his cock when she was drunk and it looked like she was off to a good start.

Bill fidgeted with his tie and sat up straight and then felt something move on his leg under the table. His belt was undone swiftly and deftly like his wife had done so many times ... A red blush coated his face as he glanced around and his cock sprang from the waist band of his suit.

 

[Twixle]

A thick, long, dark cock flopped forward to greet Sue. The dim red glow that resulted from light penetrating the velvet table cloth bathed the scene in a lustful red haze below the restaurant bustle. This light was what distracted Sue from noticing that her husband was wearing a suit that she'd never seen but it wasn't enough to stop her feeling unfamiliar with the engorged size of her partners dick, especially at only half mast. He must have been in a fit of anticipation the whole day to be lugging around such a swollen member. The cock twitched and rose with the beat of his heart to salute her. Sue reached forward with one hand and enclosed it around the fleshy pole. His shaft was radiating heat. The member was brought down and Sue sat up to touch her lips to its tip.

Her nostrils breathed warm air over it and her mouth watered but remained clamped shut. It was the final protest from the dignified, restrained girl that faded inside her. She patted the cock against her tips, inadvertently teasing. The purpose of the gesture was to convince herself that she really was the filthy slut she acted like. Just as pornstar giggles as she takes a smack in the face from the dick that had been in her asshole the second before, Sue patted the lips of the reserved girl inside her. She was going to suck this dick and she was going to fucking love it.

She drew a sharp breath and silenced it by forcing the dick down her throat. She wanted to gobble down the entire thing in her first attempt, really show Harry she meant business tonight, but the timid face of her psyche gagged and she pulled the dick out of her mouth. Sue stared at the cock, a film of her spit stretched like a condom over it. His pubic hair smelt musty and unfamiliar as it mixed with the other scents wafting about the restaurant.

Her mouth went to work. head bobbing, lips pouted and tongue like the antithesis of sandpaper as it worked against the rigid shaft. Saliva escaped the corners of her mouth and got stuck in his matted pubic hair. Scary, primitive thoughts flooded her mind and drowned out her rationality. Susan loved the taste. She could imagine it in her pussy. Harry would be happy. She'd carry his child. Her pussy tingled between her thighs. She wanted nothing more than to flip the table and fuck her husband in front of everyone but she maintained enough rationality to know that wasn't going to happen.

She pulled the dick from her lips with a muffled 'pop!' and panted heavily. A strand of spit formed a bridge from the tip to her bottom lip and the sight would of driven an man mad with desire. Sue never stopped his shaft from moving, her grip was more firm than tight and she jerked it in steady silence. The whole cock was soggy with her spit and his foreskin made sticky noises as pre-cum formed between its rapid retractions and stretches.

The saliva oozed over his balls like toffee over an apple and she dragged her tongue over them, lapping it up. She worked his testicles for a short while, sucking and kissing and spitting and smiling. Sue felt such a rush. Under the cloth she was safe from the horny monkeys in suits that called themselves the public yet close enough for them to smell her sense of sexual liberation and see the satisfaction on her loving husband's face.