Please note: The following story contains scenes of wife sharing, swinging, and lesbianism. If these offend you, please do not read on.
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I glanced at my watch. 8:20pm. I was sweating. This had to be perfect or my wife Sarah would never agree to anything like this ever again. Our dinner guests would be arriving in 5 minutes so I went to check the large dinner table in our dinning room again.
The main base white silk table cloth was in place and looked splendid as if laid out for the queen herself. No cutlery was visible, or plates. Just wine glasses and place cards. I checked them against our menu list.
Hannah, a 32 year old blond woman, slim, with an athletic figure was to be seated top left of the table. She had ordered breast. Yep that checked out.
Next to her was her husband John, to be seated bottom left, as he had ordered leg. A tall stocky man. Banker by trade.
At the foot of the table was the place card for Mike, who had ordered the fish, and next to him, bottom right, was his wife Marie, having ordered Leg. Mike was the oldest to join us this evening, being 52 and balding slightly and carrying a little extra baggage. His wife Marie on the other hand was clearly after his Ferrari and supporting wage, as she was only 25, and had a body fresh out of uni, but with the breasts of a mother to be. Only she wasn't.
Top right, ready for breast would sit Simon, 35 Gym instructor, and his amazing wife and customer Debbie, 29 and well instructed by Simon it would seem, was to sit at the head of the table, having ordered tongue.
All the places would change of course depending on desert orders, but for now at least, it would seem everything was in order.
Atop the silk table cloth the evenings dinning was already in place, secured to the table, and further covered in a pink silk cloth. Its shape hinting at the delight of each platter beneath. Silently the meal waited.
The door bell rang, and I, dressed in my best tux and ready to serve as butler for the evening, walked professionally, calmly to greet the guest.
"Good evening sir, madam." I said as I opened the front door to see Simon and Debbie standing on the front porch. Simon was smartly dressed in suit pants and dinner jacket, with a casual but smart black polo neck sweater beneath. Debbie looked stunning in her dinner dress, the cut reaching down to her waist both front and back, and again up to her waist up either leg. Its near black dark red colour looked almost gothic in a teasingly lustful display of her body.
"Follow me please." I said non excitedly after taking their coats from their arms. I led the couple through the hall to the lounge where I invited them to relax as we awaited the other guests. After fixing them both a drink, the door bell rang again.
"Good evening Sir, Madam." I again greeted as I opened the door to the remaining guests, who arrived together in a stretched limo.
Walking in, almost ignoring me and dismissing me as the hired help, even though they knew I wasn't, the group had clearly already enjoyed a drink or 3 in the limo on the way to the meal. However they gladly excepted some more liquid inspiration as I went about serving the various cocktails they ordered.
Hannah seemed a little shy. Her full length white, almost ghost like dress clearly revealing black panties beneath suggested otherwise, as did her lack of bra, leaving her heaving bosom clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. John, was dressed in neat jeans and a trendy grey cashmere jumper. His small goatee making him look like a graphic designer more than a banker.
Mike appeared to be every bit the rich extravagant I'd imagined him to be, sporting a full white suit that was tailor fitted to hide his growing belly as best it could. Balder and older looking than I'd expected I began to suspect he'd lied about his age. His wife however was more than I could have hopped for. Marie looked like a goddess fallen from grace. Her figure and her face were divine. Blue eyes shining from a mane of perfect, long, wavy blond hair. Her fall from grace hinted by her black attire. Knee high black leather boots, leading up perfect legs to a short black skirt that looked more like a belt, and her top, proud as can be as I'd seen her walk from the limo, the driver staring as he helped her from the car, was naked. From leaving the car in the drive to the 15 step walk to the door, to her now standing, cooly chatting with the others, standing topless in my lounge. She was clearly wicked. That said, I guess so was everyone else here. Sure they'd each given her breasts a longing stare, but then each had then just broken their gaze and continued with small talk as if nothing was amiss. This was welcome conformation that I'd chosen our dinner guests well.
After 30 minutes of drink and talk had past and our guests had had fair chance to unwind, I thought I best not keep them and the meal waiting much longer lest the meal go cold.
"Dinner is served." I said from the entrance to the lounge before ushering the guests through to the dinning room and to their seats at the table.
After fixing them all a wine to accompany their meal I began to serve dinner in a fashion none of us had experienced before.
"For you Hannah" I began "Breast of Woman." With that I moved a portion of the top silk aside, revealing my wife's naked right breast, nipple erect with anticipation, and chest heaving up and down in deep breaths of fear and excitement.
"And for you John" I continued "Leg of a Lady." I announced as I folded over more of the cloth, so as to expose my wife's entire right hand side torso and leg. A leg smooth as the rest of her 35 year old body. Slim and sexy in its prime of sexual awareness and leading to a foot securely restrained to the corner of the table with soft rope.
I Walked past Mike to his dismay, and moved instead to his wife Maria. Staring hard at her naked top and then up to her blue eyes I took her hands and placed them on the cloth and without a word, I assisted her, neither of us breaking the gaze, as we revealed my wife's other leg also secured with rope. "Enjoy your Leg Of a Wife." I whispered to Maria as we folded the cloth without revealing too much else.
On then to Simon I moved "And for you Sir, the Finest 'Married Bosom'." I said as I moved the cloth aside to reveal my wife's left side breast.
The cloth now covered my wife's head fully, formed a neat rope down her wonderful cleavage, down her middle, and fanned out again between her legs.
Moving to the head of the table now, nervous as hell but doing my best to hide it, I gave Debbie a loud, long kiss on the lips to which she reciprocated. Our lips slapping and sucking each others tongues as if an un-official appetizer for the meal to hear. "For you Debbie" I broke "Tongue of Slave." and folded down the top part of the cloth, revealing my wife's blind folded face, mouth pursed and dry. Eyes searching behind the blind fold. Mind reeling. Breath quickening. Her mouth free to object but her arms now visible and also tied to the top corners of the dinner table.
Moving to the base of the table with all eyes on me, I went directly to Mike.
"And for you good sir, it is my honour to present" I grabbed the silk cloth for the last time and whipped it away to fully expose my wife. "Pussy of my Wife, for your enjoyment."
As if I had disappeared all eyes left me and each stared at its own portion of the meal. Mike grinned as he spied the silk below my wife's crouch. It was damp. Very damp.
