Après Le Dîner

Après Le Dîner

Just desserts

Dinner was wonderful as expected and the four friends laughingly tried to solve many of the world's most pressing problems during their light-hearted discussions at the table. There was lots of kidding around throughout the meal with more than a little mild flirting and a sprinkling of sexual innuendo, mostly put forward by an especially playful Cate. The foursome retired to the living room with a glass of wine each and made themselves comfortable, sinking into the deep, plush luxury of the overstuffed sofas in the great room.

"Thank you guys so much for inviting us here today. We had a wonderful afternoon and we feel like you are going to spoil us with your attention and generosity.

"Tom and I were speaking before lunch and were thinking that it might be nice to have a little dance party tonight if you guys are into it and don't have any other activities planned for us. We had such a lovely time swaying with you two when we were last together and I thought it might be nice to try to recapture those moments. Everyone here is an accomplished dancer, well except for Tom maybe," Cate chuckled. "And we hoped that you might like the idea as much as we do."

Jason thought back to the last time he danced with Cate when he not only had the pleasure of holding her voluptuous body close to his but also had the singular satisfaction of stripping her naked in the process. It counted as one of the most erotic and exciting experiences of his life. And that was saying something, what with him being a master seducer and borderline sex addict. He wondered if he was going to get to dance with her again tonight or did she merely want for them to stay attached to their own spouses. He knew that Sasha held an attraction for Tom and would love to spend some time in a clinch with him on the floor. He would just play it by ear. Whatever was going to happen would happen, and that would be that. He wasn't going to push anything tonight.

"What a marvellous idea Cate. Not only are you our first guests to this place but you will now also be our first dance partners here as well. It somehow seems fitting doesn't it?" Sasha said, getting up to pick out some slow, romantic music. "Jason dear, can you arrange for some soft mood lighting for us, please? I'm so looking forward to this."

Jason dimmed the lights and the beautiful music filled the room, creating the perfect atmosphere for some sensual movement. The couples paired off and began to sway on the makeshift dance floor, holding each other close and submersing themselves in the moment.

"It's going to take a lot less time to strip you out of this outfit if that is part of our plan tonight," Tom whispered to Cate while holding her close. "Just a pull on that waist tie will open that dress completely and your thong, stockings, and heels will be your only protection from prying eyes and wandering hands. How are you feeling? Do you want me to get you naked or should we save that for our host?"

Jason and Sasha were engaged in their own little whispered conversation as they sensually moved as one on the floor. His hands slowly explored his wife's curves on the outside of her long, silky emerald skirt. The slit up the side gave ample access to her bare leg up to her hip, revealing the absence of underwear, and the ultra-low neckline of the matching blouse allowed for a perfect view of what looked like two soft pink, zeppelins trying to escape out of the top of her dress. Her nipples appeared to be trying to tear holes through the soft material and resembled two big buttons waiting to be pushed. Her marabou mules helped to beautifully shape the legs that were completely on show through the long slit in the skirt. The shoes propped up her firm peach of an ass to a level where one was tempted to either cup it, kiss it, or smack it.

"Oh, I think the sash is definitely going to get pulled away to reveal the goods at some point, don't you? But not while we're dancing, honey. It's highly likely that there will be a wardrobe adjustment or even a malfunction when our host gives us the tour. Would that sit well with you? I need to know what your expectations and limits are tonight so I'm checking in now. How are you feeling so far this evening? It's funny that Jason has not been the aggressive and suggestive hooligan that I remember him being, and I suppose that if this little game is to continue, it might be time for a bit of a role reversal. What are your thoughts, baby?" Cate asked.

"Honestly, I came here with the expectation of just having a great time and letting you follow your desires, whatever they may be, and wherever they may lead. Of course it goes without saying that my dressing you, or undressing you, as the case may be, was always going to be a big part of our activities here. Our poolside playtime demonstrated that pretty well I think.

"And you know, maybe a role reversal is called for tonight. As far as I'm concerned, you have no limits while we're here. I'm feeling really good about the situation. Confident. Centred. Anticipatory. I'm having a fun time and am very relaxed. The wine might have a little to do with that. I'm here for you and will support and encourage you in whatever you decide to do.

"Oh, just an aside... I brought along a magic, blue pill in case we decide we want to give it a shot. No pressure. Just being prepared," Tom explained to his beautiful smoke show of a wife.

"Well, take it now, baby," Cate suggested. "The combination of the meds, you showing me off naked, some physical contact, and just the general sex vibe might get that beautiful cock of yours to inflate enough that you can slide it into me for a while. Or maybe I will give you a top tier blowjob and empty the contents of those big balls of yours down my throat. Yum. Either way, I'm going to drain you of your cum sometime tonight, so you may as well keep that visual in your head, my love."

Tom was about to reply that he was looking forward to whatever happened this evening when he received a gentle tap on the shoulder.

"Would it be all right if I cut in, Tom?" Jason asked, looking directly at him and then to Cate. "I would love to again dance with my favourite waltz partner if that's all right with the two of you."

His demeanour was subdued and gentlemanly and both Cate and Tom were pleasantly surprised by this new attitude. It was certainly a different approach from the persistent, cocky womanizer that they had experienced previously.

"Absolutely Jason. I'm sure Cate would love to dance with you again, wouldn't you, my love? It's been some time since we were at your place and I know she very much enjoyed the experience then," Tom replied, smiling at his host. "And If I might, I'd love to take a few turns around the floor with Sasha again. I would be honoured to have another chance to dance with such a beautiful partner."

"Of course, I'd like nothing more than to have a few dances with Jason," Cate said. "And it looks like Sasha is over there waiting for you with open arms. Jason and I will relive old times. It'll be a nice little deja vu."

Cate extricated herself from her husband, planted a long, moist kiss on his mouth and slid into Jason's arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her squeezable body tightly against his, and squashed her soft, generous breasts against his solid chest. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating and Jason could feel his penis begin to rise as they slow-danced to the soft, sensual music coming from the stereo. Her nipples grew excited from the pressure, becoming as hard as ball bearings and threatened to tear through the delicate material of her thin wrap dress.

Jason remained the perfect gentleman and restrained himself from taking liberties. He did not let his hands stray to any of Cate's more inviting bits nor did he try to peer down her dress to get an eyeful of her bare, hanging breasts. There was no tit grab or even sneaky side boob rub. No butt caress or lifting of the dress hem. He didn't even attempt to grind his growing penis into her leg or crotch. It was a completely different Jason Sinclair from when they were last in this situation. He had, by her permission and the permission of her husband, stripped her naked in front of an audience of their spouses. While that situation didn't totally get out of hand, it did lead to quite a make-out and masturbation session.

Tom and Sasha were also melded together and swayed around the floor, always keeping an eye on the progress their mates were making a short distance away. Both were curious as to what was going to happen next but neither seemed too concerned one way or the other. They played the part of innocent voyeurs, content to watch and see what might transpire between their respective spouses. After all, the attraction those two held for each other had always been undeniably obvious and, truth be told, entertaining for them both.

As they danced by the fireplace, Tom spotted a large, expensive-looking leather case on the hearth. "That wouldn't be a backgammon game would it?" he asked. "Who here plays?"

Jason looked over his shoulder to reply, "We both do but I don't really like it much as I constantly lose. Sasha is a backgammon whizz and it's embarrassing to be savagely trounced with regularity. I've been skunked three times and I'm afraid I'm not a great loser."

Cate chuckled, looked to her husband and rolled her eyes. She knew what a fan he was of the game and that a gauntlet had been inadvertently thrown down. It was obvious to her where this was heading.

Her dance partner released his hold on her, turned to face Tom and said, "Anyway, I was wondering if now would be a good time for us to take a tour of the place since all you've seen so far is your suite, this room, the deck and the pool. There's lots to see on the upper level if you are curious. I'd be happy to show you around."

Tom looked at Sasha, then at his wife, and said, "You know what? As interested as I am in seeing the place, why don't you and Cate take the tour and I will stay here to try and do my best to unthrone Queen Sasha of Backgammon-land. I'm always up for a challenge and a seven-game set sounds like it might be a lot of fun. Cate, you can fill me in on anything I miss that you think might interest me. I can always nose around tomorrow and go on a little discovery tour then if that's allowed. Maybe Sasha can even be my guide. Are you okay with that? Or do you troublemakers need us to tag along as chaperones?"

"No, baby. I think we'll be good on our own. I'm sure we won't get into too much trouble. Well, we'll do our best anyway," Cate replied, with a mischievous smile. "Hopefully we won't get lost in this labyrinth of a place and have to send for a rescue party. Perhaps we'll leave some breadcrumbs just in case. Jason can show me all of the secret passages and shortcuts. You stay here with the lovely Sasha and let her show you the finer points of the game; that is unless the dice roll your way. Jason and I will head out, enjoy each other's company and see what there is to see."

Sasha and Tom had started to set up the board on the large teak coffee table and were pouring themselves another glass of wine when Cate came over, gave her husband a long, lingering kiss, and shot him a wink and a smirk as she broke away. She then leaned over to Sasha, took her face in her hands, and gave her a lusty, pouty-mouthed smooch as well. She stood up, turned, took Jason's arm and said, "Lead on my good man. Let's get the tour underway. I'm looking forward to this.

"Do I need to change into explorer clothes or am I dressed okay for this adventure? Cate asked, as they left their spouses behind. "Tom always chooses my outfits for me when we go anywhere together so of course I'm not wearing very much, as I'm sure you could tell when we were dancing."

"Yes, I did get a sense that there wasn't a lot of extra clothing under that gorgeous dress. I must commend your husband on his impeccable taste. That's the perfect outfit for a tour of this place. Come on... I'll show you the second level," Jason said, as they started up the wide, curved wooden staircase. "The massage room, dance studio, weight room, and music studio are all up here along with most of the other guest suites. All the interior design and furniture were imagined and procured by Sasha who went to great pains to make sure every room took on a life of its own and that each had a distinct artistic flavour. She hand-picked all of the art as well. She's quite proud of her achievements, as am I."

They poked their heads into several of the bedrooms, admiring the furniture, decor and art. Jason explained in detail the history and provenance of many of the pieces and paintings as the little tour progressed.

"Well, you've both accomplished an amazing feat here. The place is absolutely gorgeous. Congratulations to you both. And once again, thank you so much for inviting us. We're flattered to be your first guests and frankly a little surprised. Certainly, you must have closer friends than us with whom to share such an honour," Cate said, leading the way into the last one of the many unique bedrooms on the floor. "Oooh, I love this one. It's definitely my favourite so far. It's like being inside a Sultan's palace. So sultry and sexy."

Before Jason could respond, Cate drifted over to the foot of the California king-size, four-poster bed with its delicate diaphanous canopy and curtains. She stood and admired the beautiful portrait of a nude woman that dominated the wall above the large, ornate headboard. Jason followed her into the room and stood a couple of short paces behind her.

"I suppose that's true but both Sasha and I had a wonderful time with you two at the house and we couldn't think of any of our friends that were as much fun to be around. Also, I wanted to make amends for my... brazen... shameless... and very ungentlemanly pursuit of you. I'm not saying that that was not me... I am definitely that guy to a large degree... but upon much reflection, I realized that I was becoming unhealthily obsessed with possessing you and had come to realize, after getting to know you more intimately, that you are a beautiful, warm human being, a potentially lifelong friend to us both, and not just another sexual conquest."

Cate had turned to face him as he was speaking. He seemed more serious than she had ever seen him. Her eyes locked on his and her face was calm and devoid of emotion as she let Jason continue with his monologue. She remained standing with the back of her knees against the end of the bed but still a foot or so away from her host.

"Did I... no, do I... wish we could have a more... involved experience than the one we shared last we were together? Absolutely, I do. But I realized that it was never going to happen with me pushing you and pursuing you the way I did. Perhaps if I'd approached the situation with a little more patience, and above all, more respect, then... well... who knows? In any event, I've been wanting to say these things to you for some time and thought that your visit here might provide me with the perfect opportunity. And I'm glad that it has."

***

Meanwhile, back in the great room, Tom and Sasha were about to start game six of the seven-game backgammon series. Sasha had won three while Tom was able to notch two. All of the games were close and the pair were having a whale of a time playing, talking, joking, and occasionally accusing each other of cheating. They'd decided that playing the game for stakes was essential, so Sasha, in her infinite wisdom, had suggested kisses. However many discs were left in your home board when you lost were the number of kisses that were owed to the winner. Nothing slurpy, just nice soft kisses on the lips. The two were even having fun rating each other's kissing styles. They were greatly enjoying their time together while their spouses were off doing who knows what.

Tom was especially pleased because whenever Sasha leaned over the board and rolled the dice, her huge, braless breasts trembled and wobbled wildly under her loose, super low-cut top and Tom was treated to frequent glimpses of her generous bosom and thick protruding nipples. He really didn't care if he lost so long as his host kept shaking the dice with vigour as she bent over the board. Maybe this is how she got an advantage in this game. Distract your opponent. He was pretty sure she knew that he knew that she was doing it on purpose. Even the losers get lucky sometimes, as a wise man once sang.

"I wonder how the tourist and the tour guide are doing? They've been gone for some time now. There must be an awful lot to see up there," Tom mused, getting ready to roll the dice, the cubes rattling away in the cup.

"Oh, yes, there's definitely a great deal to see. It's a big place. I'm sure they're doing just fine. Do you need to go and check on them to see if they're okay?" Sasha asked, looking at her opponent with raised eyebrows. "You know... to make sure nothing untoward has transpired?"

"Uh-uh. No, not at all. It's fine. I'm sure it's all good and they'll join us when they're done with their... tour," Tom replied, giving her a wicked grin and then rolling doubles.

***

Back upstairs, Cate continued to stare at Jason for several seconds. She seemed to be weighing in her mind what she should say next and wondered if she should say anything at all. Jason remained mute and apparently transfixed, so she finally decided to advance the conversation.

"Well, thank you for saying all that, Jason. I appreciate it sincerely.

"So, of course you remember the last time we were together, I hope. You and I were on the couch at your house."

"Yes, of course I do. That would be an impossible thing for me to forget. To call it memorable would be an understatement. It was a very special encounter for sure," Jason said.

"I know you were hoping for more that night. Did you feel short-changed?"

"Of course I was hoping for more, I'm sure you could easily tell that. But no, I didn't feel short-changed at all. You gave me what you felt you could give, and if I'm honest, I felt lucky to get that. I mean, you let me strip you, fondle you, and bring you to orgasm. It was an unforgettable experience and I loved every second of it. Even if I did ruin a perfectly good pair of trousers," Jason said, with a crooked smile.

"What if tonight it were possible for you to have more? For us to go further?" Cate said, to a stunned Jason. "Would that idea appeal to you?"

"You have no idea how much. How could that happen? What about Tom?"

"If all you had to do was go downstairs and ask my husband to let us go further, what would you say to that? Would you be able to do it?"

"Yes, I certainly would. In a minute," Jason answered, quietly.

"Would you be respectful and polite to him?" Cate asked, being very serious now, looking deep into her host's eyes. "Do you understand that it would be his gift to us both?"

"Yes, of course I would. And I do understand that. I admit I have been rude and disgracefully dismissive of him in the past and for that I am truly ashamed. And I apologize. I was so focused on you that I completely ignored his presence and his feelings. I saw him as an impediment to my seduction of you when I should have realized that he was the key to that happening, if indeed it ever should.

"I can go tell him all of this to his face right now and ask for his permission or his blessing, however you want to call it," Jason answered, getting ready to leave.

Cate reached out and put her hands on his shoulders to stop him. "It's okay, you don't have to go down and ask him. I just wanted to know if you would and how you would handle it. Tonight, everything is entirely my call. I'm free to do as I please. Come here."

Jason moved closer as Cate pulled him into her body and kissed him with heated passion. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her big, soft boobs into his chest. Her nipples sprang to life and dented the gauzy material of her dress, a testament to her quickly increasing arousal. Their tongues battled each other and their mutual desire increased with rapidity. Cate's hand went to the sash of her dress and tugged. It opened completely to reveal her magnificent, naked breasts and tiny thong. A garter belt framed her smooth southern hemisphere and held up her seamed, silk stockings. Jason's left hand zeroed in on her right breast as if magnetically drawn to it and squeezed, testing the soft, cushy flesh. He weighed the hanging globe in his palm before rolling the cigar butt nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it firmly.