Fancy Dinner

We made our entrance in to the restaurant. Upon stepping through the door, although no heads actually turned, it almost felt as if all eyes were on us. We were dressed to the nines, feeling powerful and sexy. I was wearing a sleek black suit. My wife, however, was the truly stunning one. She wore a tight blue strapless dress with a wide open top, exposing her shoulders. The cut went straight across her chest, revealing the top of her breasts. The dress wasn't long, ending just above her knees. As we walked to the restaurant, I enjoyed watching the hem creeping up her legs with each step she took. During the walk from the car, we had to stop several times so that she could pull the dress back down, but on more than one occasion she let it creep just a little farther, letting it slide up until I could just about see the bottom curve of her ass.

She looked absolutely ravishing. And I don't mean that in the hyperbolic sense. I mean that I had to summon up other-worldly amounts of will power to not stop her in the street and fuck her right against the nearest wall. Allison had a way of doing this to me. We had a fairly normal sex life for a married couple, but when she turned on the sensuality the sex oozed out of her and directly in to me. The night had barely started and already I had had to fight down several impending erections.

Now at the restaurant, the host brought us to our table. To my delight, he walked us up to a one-sided semi-circular booth. We are not normally the type of couple to sit on the same side of a booth, mind you. I mean, it's difficult to have conversation, you're bumping elbows, you constantly look like you're waiting for another couple that isn't showing up...but a seating arrangement like this one does have its perks. When there's no choice but to sit on the same side, I could take advantage and get very near to her. Perhaps the proximity would be enough to temporarily quell my growing hunger for her. I could only hope. We were seated and we started looking at the drink menu. Allison had the wine list in front of her. As she looked it over, she frequently glanced to her left to give me a devilish smile, the devilish smile she always used when she wanted to drive me crazy. I couldn't stop looking at her.

My reverie was suddenly interrupted by the waiter materializing by our table.

"Welcome to Manny's. Can I start you two off with something to drink?" He looked towards my wife, for she still had the drink menu in hand. Before she could respond, I interjected "Bottle of 2009 Corison Cabernet". Allison glanced at me, smiled up at the waiter and simply uttered "perfect". The waiter smiled and hurried off, leaving us alone in our booth.

Our wine arrived and we started drinking with enthusiasm. It turns out I picked well, as the wine was absolutely fantastic. We were actually drinking faster than we normally would, and it wasn't long before we emptied the first bottle. When the waiter dropped by to take our food orders, I ordered us a second bottle of the same wine.

The second bottle arrived quickly and was quickly poured. As the waiter hurried off, I let my hand fall down to my wife's leg. Thankfully, her short dress had ridden up just enough that my hand landed directly upon her bare flesh. I immediately felt a stir in my cock as sexual vibrations emanated from her leg, traveled my hand, and then coursed through my body. I started gently moving my hand up and down her leg, from the top of her knee to the bottom of her dress. She sighed contentedly and took another sip of her wine. I also took another large gulp, relishing the delicious flavor and the relaxed buzz it was providing. I could feel the heat of the alcohol moving up my chest to my face, and the lightheadedness it provided made me more brazen. When my hand once again arrived at the bottom of her dress, I let it keep going, moving up until I hit the edge of her panties. For the first time all night, my wife's sultry face turned to one of mild concern. Her eyes immediately shot up to scan the restaurant, looking to see if anybody was looking at us. Then, I started to feel her legs closing gently.

"Stop", I whispered in her ear.

She did as she was told. My hand lay resting on her leg, just underneath her dress, pinky against the soft lace of her underwear.

"Your panties," I whispered to her. She looked up at me quizzically.

"Your panties," I whispered again.

"Give them to me."

Her eyes once again glossed over with concern. She continued to scan the restaurant, looking for signs of people who were on to us. She looked back at me again and, seeing nothing but serious lust in my eyes, proceeded to reach her hands down under the table. I moved my eyes away from her as to not draw attention, but in my peripheral vision I could see her shimmying her ass back and forth. Then, I felt her press the lace of the panties in to my hand underneath the table. As I suspected, in spite of her trepidation the crotch of the panties was very wet.

I gave an inspecting glance around the restaurant, then deposited the black lace thong in to my inside jacket pocket. When complete, I let my hand fall once again to her milky thigh. Once again, I moved my hand up and down her leg, and once again I let my hand wander up through the bottom of her dress up next to her pussy. I could clearly feel the heat coming off of her, noticing a huge temperature difference from her knee to her crotch.

Allison's face was a collage of emotions, from trepidation to arousal, from nervous teeth grinding to sensual lip biting, from anxious pursed lips to a slightly parted mouth exhaling every time my hand arrived just next to her pussy. This is how I continued, waiting until the moment when her arousal finally overtook her unease €“ that's when I crossed the point of no return.

My hand moved up her leg in the same manner it had been, but instead of stopping just next to the crotch, I moved it even further up her thigh, forcing the dress to bunch up against her waist. I curved my wrist, sliding my fingers past her sopping wet lips, and pressed my middle two fingers against her engorged clit. She inhaled sharply, clearly not expecting the suddenness of the pleasure. Her hand flew to her wine and she took a sip, clearly trying to hide the truth of what was happening underneath the table.

I began moving my fingers in small circles against her pleasure button. The glass of wine was still against her lips, but I could see that she was not drinking. The wine rested against her top lip, the breath from her nose fogging up the glass with each quickening exhale. Her eyes were closed, a sign that she has started to not care what the situation looked like; that she was giving in to the pleasure.

My fingers continued their circles against her clit, and I could start to feel her hips lightly bucking against my hand, a clear sign that she was surrendering to the pleasure. In the past, whenever I would finger fuck her, I always knew she was in to it when she started fucking my fingers back.

Her hand slowly snaked down to my leg and started moving up and down, mirroring my earlier motions. I removed my hand from her quivering cunt, grabbed her wrist, and placed her hand back on the table.

"Not yet" is all I said.

Her eyes looked pleading, darting between my face and my glistening fingers that were still holding her wrist. Despite her earlier trepidation, her eyes betrayed in her a desperate longing for the orgasm that I had not yet granted her. This time, I let her have her way.

I moved my hand back under the table. This time, when my hand arrived at her thigh, her legs parted, giving me even easier access to her dripping wet sex. I continued my onslaught on her clit, and she started lightly moaning in time with each circle my fingers performed on her. Her hips started bucking again. Her cheeks started to flush. And that's when she came.

I could feel spasms coming from her vagina as her labored breathing became ragged, but she was in control of herself enough that the only sound that I heard from her was a single €˜oh' that rushed past her lips, almost silently, at the height of her explosive orgasm.

The spasms subsided, as did the bucking of her hips and the unevenness of her breath. Her face was flushed red, and her eyes betrayed in her the post-orgasm ecstasy that she was in. She looked at me lovingly and said "thank you". She kissed me on the cheek and excused herself to the bathroom. Soon after she came back our food arrived, and the waiter blessedly made no indication that he had any idea of our clandestine activities. To my pleasant surprise, the food was almost as good as any orgasm, and we both ate our fill, accompanied by excellent conversation, more flirting, and the rest of our second bottle of wine.

We finished up our dessert, I paid the bill, and we left the restaurant. We held hands walking back to the car, both of us walking faster than normal, eager to get home and finish what I had started at the table. But before we got to the car, it became apparent to me that I could wait no longer.

After we turned the corner in to the dark parking lot I grabbed her and shoved her in to the wall of the restaurant, then mashed my mouth against hers. Without waiting for reciprocation or consent I forced my tongue past her lips and in to her mouth. After a few seconds of surprised grunts she acquiesced and her tongue started to massage mine back. My hands explored her body running from her bare shoulders, scratching down her back, over her perfect ass to the bare skin of her legs underneath. While we made out, I forced my body against her, letting her finally feel the steel of my hard cock even if it was only against her leg. My cock was so rock hard, the only thing I could think of was putting it inside of her pussy.

I removed my mouth from hers and dropped down to my knees. I rolled her dress up slightly as she spread her legs, then I lunged my tongue in to her still dripping pussy. Her clit, still engorged from our fun in the restaurant, was the perfect target for me to lick, lap, and caress. This time, she made no pretense of coyness. Her moans of pleasure were loud and clear, and I couldn't care less, for I was finally getting what I had needed all night. My tongue went up and down her slit, shoved in to her hole, over her clit, around her labia...anywhere it could be, it was. I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted to taste every inch of her.

When she was nearing her second orgasm of the night is when I decided enough was enough. I stood back up, stared in to her lust-drenched eyes, then turned her around and bent her over the hood of our car. I wasted no time in unzipping my pants, pulling out my aching cock, and finally thrusting it in to her red swollen pussy. We both gasped in pleasure as we finally were fucking, location be damned. I put my hands on her hips and started furiously ramming her against the car. I knew it was noisy, but I didn't care. All I cared about was her. I continued my furious humping, while she moaned in to metal of the car hood.

In and out and in and out: my cock moving with ease, glistening with the juices that were flowing freely from her aroused hole. I could feel my own orgasm welling within me but I wanted to make her cum for the second time, so I reached my hand around her body and pulled her left breast out of dress. As I fucked her, I gently rubbed my fingers over and around her nipple, timing it so that one thrust equaled one revolution of my fingers. This is what finally put her over the edge for the second time in the night. I could start to feel her ass pushing against my body begging my cock deeper while the walls of her cunt started to tighten around my dick, and that's when my flood gates burst.

The orgasm started in my toes, numbing them, before the divine sensation swept up my body, through my legs, past my pelvis, up to my head, and I finally exploded inside of her. It was the hardest I had ever cum in my life, and I knew she could feel it too because the moment I exploded was when she lost control as well. She called out in pleasure as her body stiffened. I continued pumping away at her, feeling wave after wave of my load shooting inside of her. On my last thrust, the last one I could handle, I went as deep as I could and she let out a long slow moan that came out in ragged gasps. I let go of her nipple and grabbed her chin, turning it to me so I could give her a long slow kiss. "Holy shit" she whispered, eyes full of awe.

"Get in the car", I said.

"We're not done yet."

The End.