You invite me for dinner at your place. I come from work. Your boyfriend answers the door and I am a taken back, but you say he is here to do our bidding.
He is wearing nothing but what looks like a cooks apron that covers the back and from the neck to the knees. I am a little unsure of what is going on, but you insist it is OK. Your dressed like a professional with a skirt showing your great legs and look great with your long brown hair, you look hot.
He takes my jacket, and asks if I want a glass of wine, I say sure. He returns with wine for the two of us.
We talk shop, the regulatory environment, and a case that was in the headlines that week. You boyfriend seems to be doing something somewhere. We get closer and we kiss softly and he returns while we are kissing, I pull away, and you pull me back, and we kiss for another minute, tongues intertwining, chests heaving, temperatures rising.
He tells us dinner is served. We sit down and enjoy a very nice meal, he clears the plates after each course and makes sure our wine glasses never empty. The meal is perfect, like you. He brings dessert, and I notice the back opened a little, and realize he is wearing nothing under the apron. Now becoming curious as to what his role is other than your live-in boyfriend.
We retire to the living room where we talk a little more, and we kiss passionately. You tell me that boyfriend is here to serve our every whim. He is to take orders from either of us, but more me. Interesting, I think.
So you tell me to test him. I say boyfriend vacuum the dining room, and he goes and does it. WOW! While he is vacuuming we start to kiss and hold each other closer. The kisses start ever so slowly, and then we increase them to a slow simmer, sucking at our tongues, and kissing you all over your face, holding each other tight. I can tell your getting excited as you can see my excitement building. Boyfriend comes back saying nothing as a good boy should. I ask if I can be the 'master' and you say yes, please. I tell you to stand up, and you do, I tell boyfriend to remove your blouse and he does, and he folds it neatly on the chair across from us, and I tell him to remove your skirt which he does, and folds it nicely. You are in all black, from your heels, thigh highs, boy shorts (WW602's), and your bra. It is low cut lacy thing that makes you look absolutely delicious.
You look so good, I would like to bend you over and fuck you right then and there, but hold off.
You get back down on the coach with me and we kiss some more, your nipples are visibly hard. Your squirming in your seat.
You show me how good boyfriend is by telling me to stand, which I do. You tell him to remove my shirt, which he does. You then tell him to remove my shoes, socks, and pants which he does, and you see your effect on me as my boxer briefs are noticeable tented. I sit back down on the couch with you and we start to neck more and I start to touch your breasts.
You tell me to stand facing you and you tell boyfriend to remove my boxer briefs, and my cut cock springs out hitting boyfriend in the face. This turns you on a lot. I sit back down and we kiss some more as you explore me a little. I tell you to stand and tell boyfriend to remove your bra, as your beautiful chest springs forth with big erect nipples, your breasts standing there so nice and firm. He removes your panties, and I tell him to smell the crotch and tell me if they are wet, which he does and confirms what I thought. You are phenomenal, I want you over the couch this second, but must hold off. You have beautiful legs, perfect beasts, and a delectable looking shaved pussy.
I realize that boyfriend is having a tenting problem, and you say that is OK.