The Dinner Party 12

Chapter 1: Sparkling Wine

Gary and I arrived at precisely 4:00 on that drizzly Saturday afternoon. We had been excitedly and nervously chattering about anything except our immediate destination and plans. Both of our imaginations were so overwrought and saturated we could barely focus on the sidewalk leading to the recessed, brick-arched front door. My hand was quivering as I reached for the bell.

Deep in the bowels of the structure the chimes sounded their tasteful melody. A beautiful sound we would enjoy many times in the next several hours.

Gary is a gregarious, playful 40something with an ever-present smile and bright twinkle in his eye. He is only 5' 7" and a bit on the plump side at 175. However, he has a boyish charm that is very attractive and his hard work in the gym keeps him well toned despite his penchant for consumption of fine foods. His adventurous spirit and brash impertinence are the primary reason for our appointment.

I am 6'1" and at 48 still manage to remain reasonably fit and trim through my active participation on soccer and baseball teams and my biking regimen. My dark, tanned complexion is set off by my silver locks and my green eyes. There is a comforting quality in my baritone and a dangerous, enticing turn to my countenance that is exaggerated when I bestow my wicked smile, which is often.

The door swings open without any sound and Gary and I are both breathless at the vision before us. The reddish lighting is subdued but certainly not dark as every detail is accentuated, possibly as a result of our heightened anticipation or possibly as a result of cunning attention and knowledge on the creation of the perfect mood. The antique, beveled mirror across from the entrance reflects our images as the warm fresh air brushes past us. She is standing seductively in an ivory silk gown that only accentuates every perfect curve of her tall, sensuous body.

When Gary and I first set eyes on Heather we were reduced to juvenile males, fearing reproach from this Goddess should we be caught clandestinely stealing glances in her direction. Despite our vulnerable manhood both Gary and I knew we had to get closer and meet this dream personified. Gary has always been the bolder and armed with little more than a smile and the offer of a glass of Asti Spumante he introduced us.

Two bottles and a delectable steak dinner later we were best friends. More than that, we had discovered a mutual sole mate who shared, enhanced, embellished and honed our humor, dreams, thoughts and fantasies. Especially our fantasies!

From the first evening we had found a common erotic sin that we all craved and sought but had never fully satisfied. Heather had always been a voyeur of the first magnitude and Gary and I addicted exhibitionists. The symbiosis of our relationship was unbounded. We embarked on a plan that I outlined, Gary shaded and Heather brought forth fully rendered in glorious, vibrant colors.

At the end of our evening Heather returned from the ladies room with two wine glasses partially filled with golden nectar. She topped both to the rim and filled a third with the last of our effervescent wine. The first two glasses were passed to Gary and me. We then joined in a toast to our joint venture. Never have I enjoyed a sweeter and more satisfying draft.

That very evening we began working on our endeavor. Gary and I retired to our modest apartment and discussed the details far into the early morning.

Still, before I could find rest I had one final chore that demanded my attention. I indulged my strongest urge and found an unusually intense climax followed by total contentment. As I lay there in the last vestiges of wakefulness I heard Gary in the next room, completing his own journey

Chapter 2: Arrivals

Heather's smile was beckoning and naughty as she welcomed us into the foyer. Beyond was the high ceiling of the living room. All the surfaces were gleaming, drawing us into the rich comforts of the leather furniture, deep carpeting and festive fire in the hearth.

Heather ushered Gary and me through the dining room, down the hall and into the sumptuous guest bedroom with its adjoining bath. There were our uniforms for the evening, bright red, silk bow ties and plush waiter towels.

Gary and I each took a deep breath and removed our clothes while Heather relaxed on the antique reclining chair, watching. This is the first time she had seen Gary and me nude.

Heather, smiling her sincere appreciation at the sight of two robust males willing to yield to her every demand, ushered us into the bath. There she informed Gary and I of our first submission for the evening. Heather required both of us to completely purge and cleanse ourselves both externally and internally.

For the latter requirement we were directed to a beautiful porcelain alcove containing a supple metal hose with a brilliant chrome nozzle. The nozzle was in the form of an aroused phallus, approximately nine inches long with an inch and one half diameter. At the head of this dildo/douche the glans was formed by a semi-soft plastic that became engorged when the water began flowing. Gary went hesitantly forward and began lavishly applying the lubrication cream to his anal passage using both hands and fingers. As he reached for the pole he was startled by a sudden gush of hot water that struck him full in the face and chest. Heather laughed loudly as she displayed the remote she had until this moment kept secret.

Grasping the dildo by the base Gary then squatted in the alcove and gently massaged the tip past his puckered hole. Once the head was inserted the following six inches followed smoothly and quickly. He cried out a note of shock and pleasure as Heather flooded his deepest cavity with a wave of hot liquid. Immediately Gary's own manhood came into full glory forming a turgid erection between his thighs.

Within seconds Gary's anal muscles were overwhelmed and a brown wave burst forth from his ass. Gradually the torrent faded to pale tan until it finally ran crystal clear. Only then did Heather release the pressure and allow Gary the luxury of removing the douche and releaving himself of the residual water. As his rectum drained he shot an arching stream of golden juices from his engorged penis. As the flow diminished, so did his erection.

Following Gary I knew what to expect, at least I thought I did. Heather had a surprise waiting for me, however. As I inserted the tool and tried to relax I was shocked by the force of the pressure flooding my bowels. In addition, Heather was cleansing me with frigid water, not the hot douche I had been prepared to receive. Immediately I began to tremble all over from the shock of this icy douche. Because of the ingenious material used to form the head of this device it could not be removed once it was engorged.

Only after the water began to run clear did Heather relent. She slowly brought the temperature of the water to tepid, then warm and finally scalding. As the temperature increased so did my arousal, until I was finally so intensely erect that my prick pointed upward at a forty-five degree angle, pulsing with each purging wave from my rectum. Satisfied that I was now hot and ready, Heather stopped the flow. Removal of the douche allowed me to purge my cavity and simultaneously initiated the flow of my urine allowing me the same unrestricted release of fluids Gary had experienced. My release was so complete I had to lie on the floor of the chamber allowing the piss to run over my abdomen and chest. It took several minutes for me to return to earth.

We took turns in the shower. While Gary enjoyed the hot spray I went to the counter where I found a full set of grooming equipment. Heather watched and supervised as I carefully shaved and trimmed every hair. She required that I pay special attention to the grooming of my pubic areas.

When Gary emerged from the shower she had me attend to the grooming of his posterior, right down to trimming the hairs around his still puckered asshole. Satisfied with my work on Gary Heather released me. She directed me to the entrance onto the tile and under the torrent issuing forth from the three showerheads, one on each wall excluding the entry wall.

This had to be the most luxurious shower I have ever encountered. The water was deliciously hot and exciting across my flesh. Never have I had the sensuous pleasure of full immersion in a shower before. My first and strongest impulse was to touch myself and bring on a complete and crashing climax, but I couldn't, not before the party had even begun.

Forcing myself to focus on the immediate task of getting ready I dutifully soaped and rinsed every inch of myself from the soles of my feet to the last hair on my head. As I emerged, sparkling, Heather had Gary perform the same ministrations on my backside. It was very awkward having a man handle me so intimately with a woman so closely and intently monitoring the process. Nonetheless I found that I couldn't help but enjoy the experience. When Gary had completed my grooming Heather handed me a soft towel, still hot from the dryer.

Returning to the bedroom, Gary and I donned our "uniforms." Heather spent several minutes walking around and inspecting us until she was satisfied that we were properly outfitted for the evening. She then took our street clothes and, with a nasty grin, told us that if we did an excellent job we might be allowed them for our departure in the morning.

Gary and I looked each other over, swallowed hard and nodded together. We both knew we were fully committed to the evening at this point.

Off we went to set the table and begin preparations for the meal. In the kitchen we took out the fresh crab and began cracking the shells and filling a huge bowl with the sweet, pink meat. In the middle was a smaller bowl of bright red cocktail sauce surrounded by bright yellow lemon wedges.

Next we diced the imported Italian tomatoes and put them in a pot with extra virgin olive oil to reduce into a sweet and tangy sauce for the pasta.

Then we shelled twelve dozen shrimp, arranging them in a darker, heavier cocktail sauce on beds of dark green lettuce.

Onto the table in the living room went the crab. In the dining room the plates, bowls and silver were laid and just as we lit the final candle we heard the chimes announcing our first guests.

With enormous excitement and some trepidation we approached the door. Gary stood to the side, hands clasped behind, as I approached the handle. Heather stood back and smiled broadly and proudly.

As I drew the door inward we were greeted by a party of two tall, elegant ladies and a gentleman of great distinction in full evening attire. As they looked up their surprise was complete and an awkward moment was captured as Heather snapped a photograph and burst into laughter.

This had the effect of immediately placing our guests at their ease. They joined Heather's merriment, entered the foyer and handed their coats to Gary and I as they admonished Heather for giving them such a delicious shock. They had expected something but had not been prepared for this. They were obviously pleased and settled in comfortably to enjoy the evening and the arrival of the next guests. They didn't have long to linger.

No sooner had Gary and I seen to the comfort of the first three and served them a glass of sherry, a martini and a manhatten than the chimes rang out again.

This time Gary and I were ready for Heather's unusual greeting and as he swept the door open Gary pivoted for the full benefit of the camera. The two couples on the doorstep reacted just as the previous party. They were shocked, embarrassed and immediately amused at Heather's greeting and her serving staff for the evening.

Over the course of the next hour and a half this scene repeated itself often and always with the exactly desired effect. In the end every guest was present and enjoying the company, food and beverages. Our evening was off to a smashing success.

Chapter 3: Dinner Is Served

As the clock struck eight Heather announced that dinner was ready for all of her guests and opened the oak double doors leading into the dining hall. Where before the guests had enjoyed distant senses of delectable odors they were now engulfed by the full gale of warm breads, sweet meats, hot soups, stews, vegetables and fresh tangy sauces in their blended glory.

Gary and I stood in the entrance now sporting soft, white silk aprons tied at the small of the back and matching white gloves. The room was lit in soft reds and ambers with pools of brightness focused on the long, laden table fading to deep dusk at the walls. Jazz wafted from every corner giving a sense of having the musicians playing in a circle, directing all of their energy inward toward you.

On the table there were thirty-seven places set, all marked with an amazing variety of personal sex toys. Each dildo, pump, set of beads, vibrator, cock-ring, egg, plug, etc… bore the moniker of the person entitled to that setting. In all there were eighteen male devices and eighteen for the females. Only Heather's place, at the head of the table, was not marked by a device.

As the guests found their places they admired their gifts and began exchanging with those nearby so that they could closely inspect and admire the objects each had received. Many ribald conversations and comments were forthcoming, followed by some very good-natured kidding and teasing. By the time the first glass of wine had been consumed and the soup bowls were being collected there were a number of quieter discussions around the table regarding the relative merits of the devices. Often there were thoughtful, some obviously knowledgeable, suggestions for alternate uses.

After clearing their palates with sorbet, salads were served along with Maine lobster, shelled and swimming in shallow bowls of melted butter. White wine was at every hand and the conversations became more muted. The room dimmed very slightly and the music softened to a slower, sweeter tempo.

Again sorbet was followed by the main course. Thick, succulent steaks sizzled into the room, prepared to the explicit directions from each guest. Accompanying was garlic mashed potatoes with thick, rich brown gravy, fresh, sweet corn covered with butter cream, asparagus in hollandaise sauce, Spring peas in a garlic sauce, candied yams and spicy bowls of aspic. Bread and rolls were abundant in every imaginable variety with every form of butter, spread and cheese. A dark red Italian with exquisite bouquet was lavished on every guest.

Once all were served the lights dropped slightly again and the music grew more sultry. On each wall the light began to brighten and four slide shows began simultaneously, showing each guest at the moment of their arrival that evening. Gary and I, each momentarily idle from serving duties, stood and relished in our greetings and enjoying the succession of expressions on the faces of Heather's guests. My attention was drawn to the front of Gary's apron which began to form a slight tent. Looking down I realized my tent was even more obvious.

As we began clearing the table once more the guests were beginning to enjoy candid shots from the evening. These shots seemed to have been mysteriously taken as nobody remembered a camera or any flash and virtually every one was centered around either Gary or me serving the guests.

Dessert was served and soon the guests were treated to a variety of hot, fresh fruit cobblers, warm cakes, cool ices and chilled sparkling sweet wine. Gary and I had removed our aprons for this course and were serving in only ties and gloves.

Abruptly conversations around the table stopped and as we looked we saw each guest was ignoring the delights on the table and were focusing intently on the walls. The slide shows had been replaced and the music had dropped into a more intense, throbbing note. On each wall, large screens displayed in full color a film of Gary and I from the moment of our arrival that afternoon. Apparently Heather had a full crew of extraordinary technicians who had, in the matter of hours, taken and produced a video which explicitly, provocatively and erotically captured our preparations from a variety of mixing techniques and angles.

As we stood astonished and transfixed Heather approached, took our hands and led us to one end of the room onto a slightly elevated platform. There she turned us to face the table and, still keeping us in her grasp waited patiently. She whispered softly to each of us asking if we were now prepared to truly serve our guests as she had intended all along. We both mutely nodded our total agreement and abandoned all inhibitions.

The video ended with alternating scenes of Gary and I pissing ourselves soft and collapsing in the porcelain bidet. Every last guest spontaneously erupted in exclamations of delight and pleasure. A spot light enveloped the three of us and silence fell again as all turned.

Heather asked if all had enjoyed the evening to this point, an inquiry that probably wasn't required and resulted in another chorus of glee. She then turned to each of us and asked if we were enjoying providing the entertainment tonight. Gary and I both enthusiastically exclaimed that we were. Heather then asked if we wished to continue the show. Of course, we happily agreed.

Heather announced that our performance could proceed. She then took our hands, which she still held, and placed each directly and firmly onto the manhood of our partner. She told each of us to grasp the others tool and explained to all that we would now perform mutual masturbation for their pleasure.

At once the guests began to shout their delight and encouragement leaving Gary and I no choice, not that either of us actually desired any other direction at that moment. We had both been keyed to bursting for a week, had restrained every urge all evening and were delirious at the opportunity to perform before a group so enthralled by our urges. This moment went beyond any fantasy I had ever harbored for public displays of self-pleasure. It more than fulfilled my every exhibitionist and masturbation craving. In my wildest moments of self indulgence I had never conceived of one so perfect and exquisite as me bringing another man to climax while he did the same for me in front of a group of impassioned men and women who were obviously connoisseurs of the arts of sex.

Chapter 4: Dessert and Other Delicacies

Gary and I had been roommates for a little over a year. We met when I answered his ad in a local paper. Gary was looking for a roommate. I needed a room. Having recently moved into the area Gary took me in and introduced me to the local pleasures, including many of his beautiful lady friends.

Gary left a magazine in the living room one day. I found it when I arrived home and began to leaf through, enjoying the beautiful, erotic photographs and becoming immersed in the stories. As I heard his key in the lock I placed the magazine back on the table and tried to arrange myself comfortably as he entered. He took one glance at my awkward countenance and then at the table and began to laugh. He picked up the magazine, opened it and began to read aloud. The story described a pair of friends enjoying beer, a hot tub and a good magazine together. He looked up at me, smiled, went to the kitchen and returned with two cold bottles. We sat, drank and shared the stories. Afterward we went to our rooms and jacked to climax separately.

We continued to share this pleasure and gradually we became more comfortable together. Soon we began to stroke as we read. It wasn't long until we would masturbate together. As one read the other would please himself to climax. The magazine would then be handed across and the roles reversed. We would often repeat this process two or three times in an evening until our base urges were satiated. Until tonight we had never actually touched each other in this manner.