James glanced down at his watch. "Almost half five," he replied.
Anne gave an approving nod and glanced at the GPS on the dashboard. "Good," she said, reassured by its assertion they had only twelve minutes to go. "I really don't want us to be late."
They had been on the road for an hour as they made their way to the address they'd been given. The couple they were driving to meet, and the dinner date they'd arranged, had all been agreed some weeks before.
They'd met online through their shared love of art. Sarah had been the first to contact them, followed by her husband Ryan, and the stilted conversation that began with text messages had soon flowed easily and comfortably in the subsequent video calls as both couples relaxed and warmed to each other.
There had been an unspoken understanding, given the site on which they'd met, of how the night might develop but no details were discussed and nothing had been promised.
And for Anne and James that had proven a greater thrill. Over the past fortnight, the pair had fantasied about tonight and shared those fantasies during their lovemaking; pleasuring their minds with anticipation as they pleasured their bodies with each other.
"Here," said James as they turned into the quiet residential street and the car slowed. "Number sixty-nine". The tension broke as the pair smiled at the address, then Anne switched off the engine and they sat for a moment in the quiet car.
"Ready?" asked James at last.
Anne looked at him and smiled. "Ready. Let's go have dinner."
Ryan and Sarah greeted them at the door; he was dressed in smart-casual attire and she wore an elegant dress that hugged her voluptuous figure.
James and Anne were similarly dressed, and both couples took a moment to appraise the other's partners. Neither woman wore a bra and, whilst Ryan's eyes ran over Anne's stylish evening gown, James' eyes flicked from Sarah's radiant smile to the outline of her nipples that were just visible beneath the fabric.
The ladies returned the admiring glances, basking equally in the thrill of being admired as they did in admiring the figure of the other's man.
"Come in, come in," said Sarah with another smile, breaking the tension. "Can I get you both some wine before dinner?"
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From entree to dessert, the dinner was excellent.
In keeping with etiquette, Anne and James sat on one side of the table with Ryan and Sarah on the other such that each person faced the other's partner.
Ryan, a trainee chef, had prepared a medley of small, light courses that delighted the eye as much as the tongue, and the conversation and wine flowed freely as the couples shared their love of art; from Titian to Turner, Correggio to Caravaggio, they discussed the works that inspired and delighted them.
As the evening wore on, and the wine took effect, their talk inevitably turned toward the erotic. Waterhouse was praised in glowing terms by Sarah, who felt the abduction of Hylas to be an act of sexual empowerment on the part of the nymphs whilst Anne, explaining her pleasure in the unashamed drawings of Klimt, extended a hand under the table to stroke Ryan's inner thigh.
Sarah listened intently as she sat opposite James, her naked foot extended beneath the table and teasing his growing cock.
The veneer of sophistication, spurred on by the excess of wine and increasingly filthy talk, was beginning to slip. The two couples, educated and cultured, were delighting in the knowledge that beneath it all they were filthy, horny animals with sex on their minds.
"On the subject of female pleasure," said James when Anne had finished describing Klimt's images of women masturbating. "Are you familiar with the work of Hokusai?"
"You mean the Great Wave?" asked Sarah, momentarily confused why James had upset the sexual flow of the evening.
Anne, who was now stroking Ryan's bulge beneath the table, smiled with familiarity. "He doesn't mean the Great Wave," she said. "He's talking about 'Tako to Ama'".
"The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife," translated James with his own smile. Then he drew his phone from his pocket. "Excuse this at the dinner table," he said, calling up the image on his browser. Then he placed the device down and slid it across to Sarah. "Here."
There was a pause as Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh," she breathed as she drank in the image, her heart quickening. Unconsciously, her foot beneath the table returned to teasing James' manhood which - under the twin pleasures of the image they were viewing and Sarah's touch - throbbed.
With the production of Hokusai's image, the conversation faltered completely. Now the need for manners was abandoned, etiquette discarded.
James reached under the table to free his straining cock then gave a sigh as Sarah extended her other foot to grasp it firmly and began to slowly pump.
On her side, Anne had already released Ryan from his trousers and was tugging at him in long, lustful strokes. Almost in unison Ryan and James extended their hands to their respective partners, their fingers snaking under the evening dresses to tease the wet, warm mounds, eliciting moans and sighs from the women.
The room began to get noticeably hotter as the two couples enjoyed the foreplay in a continuous ring of pleasure; James teasing Anne's pussy whilst she pumped Ryan's cock as he toyed with Sarah whilst she played with James.
Their breathing became heavier now as they approached release and the two women fumbled at the tops of their dresses, pulling their breasts free before returning to pleasure each other's partner. James, his fingers slick with wetness, dipped into Anne's pussy as he leaned over to flick a tongue over her now exposed nipple. She sighed at his touch.
Sarah was the first to cum as her husband's fingering drove her over the edge. She slumped back into her chair and her eyes rolled back as her feet firmly grasped James' throbbing cock. "Oh fuck," she breathed.
Then it was Anne's turn. Beneath the furious movements of James' fingers in her pussy and his tongue on her erect nipple she let out a long moan. Her hand grasped Ryan's cock tightly as her orgasm took over, then she began to pump furiously as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
"I think," said Ryan, "this table is in the way. Let's take this to the living room."
In a frenzied rush the two couples ceased their play and scrambled to their feet.
Anne took Ryan by the cock and lead him across to the living area that adjoined the kitchen whilst James and Sarah, now free of the dividing table, embraced in a deep, passionate kiss and furiously rushed to remove their clothing before returning to pleasure themselves with each other.
In the living area, Anne and Ryan began tearing at each other's clothes as they exchanged kisses, their tongues dancing over one another. Anne dropped to her knees as Ryan released his trousers, kicking them off. She gave a delicious, devilish smile as her hand closed around his thick, throbbing member, then she extended her tongue and licked him slowly from base to head.
Ryan sighed at the sensation, then glanced over at his wife in the kitchen who was on her knees with James' cock buried deep in her wet, willing mouth. At that moment, James glanced over and the two men locked eyes; a shared gaze of approval and delight as their opposing partners pleasured them.
"I'm... close..." panted James as he returned his attention to Sarah's expert lips sliding back and forth over his engorged cock.
At the sound of her lover's cry, Anne increased her own rhythm on Ryan, then pulled him out of her mouth with a plop and began to pump him hard, her tongue licking at the head on each downward stroke of his foreskin.
"I can't take much more you dirty little slut," breathed Ryan, staring down at the naked, wanton Anne before him.
Anne smiled and gave the cock a playful squeeze. "I am a little slut, sir" she replied with mock innocence, staring up at him with wide eyes. "Are you going to come over my breasts, sir? Mark this little slut as yours for the night?"
Ryan's eyes grew wider as the filthy words poured out of Anne as he grabbed his cock and began to pump it. Anne, in turn, began to play with herself before him, never breaking eye contact as she toyed with her slippery heat.
A few feet away, Sarah was still sucking on James whilst one hand furiously strummed her clit, driving her nearer and nearer to her second orgasm of the night.
"Oh Christ, I'm...I'm going to cum!" warned James. "Are.. are you sure?"
Sarah only answered by increasing the pace of the blowjob as her fingers became a blur on her engorged clit. At this, James gave a guttural moan as Sarah brought him to an eruption and he shot his load into her wet, inviting mouth. As she felt him flood her, Sarah peaked again and began to make whimpering moans; her own orgasm rippling through her body.
Seeing and hearing his wife get herself off whilst another man came in her mouth was too much for Ryan and he gave a deep growl and shot his cum over Anne's breasts. Anne, herself at boiling point, was tipped over the edge as the sticky mess spurted over her skin and began to run down into her cleavage. "Oh! Yes, sir!" she cried, her orgasm ripping through her body. "Give it all to me, sir! Cum over this little slut!"
As the second round of orgasms subsided, Sarah and James joined Anne and Ryan in the living area and the four of them slumped back into the long, comfortable sofa.
There were no urgent needs now. Their animalistic drive to fuck had been sated, and they lay now in two piles, gently touching and teasing each other in the afterglow of their exertions.
After a moment, Ryan got to his feet and fetched the wine from the fridge, bringing it back to the living area.
The cool, crisp liquid was a welcome relief to the heat and, as they drank, James dipped his finger into his glass then began to run it over Sarah's nipples. The chill liquid made her gasp, and her nipple immediately stirred into life. She leaned over to kiss James, and their tongues embraced and he tasted a mixture of wine and his own seed.
