All our guests had arrived. As soon as restrictions from the pandemic started loosening, my wife Rachel and I cobbled together an informal group of couples to have dinner roughly once a month. The goal was to have a nice, downright fancy dinner with our closest friends to make up for the socialization that was lost in all other aspects of life at that time. Most of the dinners were at our house, although a few were at the homes of other couples. At first, the dinners were made by Rachel and some of the other wives. One or two husbands with culinary skills also contributed. But we eventually started having the dinners catered once work demands returned. What never changed, however, was we all dressed up in our fancy best. We wanted to feel good and eat good and look good.
We had seven couples in the group. Two of our original couples dropped out after a little while. They were replaced by two other couples and we added a new couple. Not all couples could attend every dinner, so there weren't always fourteen people. This particular night there were four couples attending, including Rachel and me.
As couples arrived, we mingled in our living room, chit-chatting over drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Once everyone arrived, we ushered them to the dining room. Rachel and I sat at the head of the table, with three people on each side of the table. Spouses sat across the table from each other.
"Don, are you ready to start the drawing?" Rachel asked once everyone was settled.
"Yes, it is that time." I passed around the pot that had eight large, folded slips of paper in it. I handed it to Toni, who was to my right. Toni, a 33-year-old business lawyer in one of the most prestigious law firms in town, pulled out a slip and opened it.
"Not me." She held up the slip for all to see. It had a large circle that was not filled in.
She passed the pot to Jeremy on her right. Jeremy is the "baby" of our group. Twenty-four years old, not long out of college. But he was already the owner of four patents in the electronics field and was quickly yet somewhat quietly accumulating an impressive fortune, regardless of his age. He pulled out a slip. "Not me, either." He held up his paper with a blank circle.
The pot went next to Joanne. She reached in and pulled out her slip. Opening the slip as if she already knew the result, she started to turn it around to show everyone, but then did a double take. "Oh, shit. It's me." She showed everyone the filled-in circle on her slip of paper. Her look morphed from resignation to shock to elation. "About freakin' time!"
"Dr. Jo finally drew the circle," Jeremy cheered.
"I thought I was never going to get it." We had been doing this for about a year and a half and she had never pulled the filled circle. We had started joking she was avoiding it; she had started joking we were keeping it from her. "Finally, I get the circle." She was quite happy.
"Now that you have it, time to do it." Her husband, Marty, was smiling at her across the table.
Dr. Joanne, the 42-year-old heart surgeon, smiled back at her husband. She was tall for a woman, inheriting that from her American father. But the rest of her features were subtly yet perceptibly drawn from her Japanese mother. Blowing her husband a kiss, she slid out of her chair and crawled under the large dining room table. We heard some scrambling noise from under the table and then Jeremy stirred. "Oh, I'm first."
"Yes, you're first," came Joanne's voice from under the table. "Down with these pants." I could see her hands unbuckling his belt. In no time, they had his pants open and down to his knees. Joanne's hands grabbed his quickly thickening cock and wrapped her mouth around it. Then all I could see was the top of her head, her jet-black hair wound tightly in a bun, bobbing up and down in his lap.
"Now that Dr. Jo is busy, the rest of us can start." Rachel passed the plate of roasted turkey and the rest of us started filling our plates from the serving dishes. We all started talking, but I could still hear Joanne's slurps and Jeremy's moans. Jeremy tried to fill his plate, but his concentration was not on the food before him.
Just as we were finishing filling our plates, Jeremy blurted out, "Oh, fuck." Joanne's head stopped bobbing as Jeremy was clearly emptying his nuts into her mouth. "Holy shit," he exhaled. Joanne pulled his red, still stiff dick from her mouth. She tucked it back into his boxers as he pulled them and his pants back into place.
Jeremy's interruption drew our attention, but we quickly turned back to eating as Jeremy finished readjusting his pants. Joanne disappeared back under the table and scooted on to her next target. "Now for one I'm unacquainted with but looking forward to," she said softly but loud enough to be heard.
Toni gulped when Joanne's hands slid up her bare legs. Our rule is the person who draws the filled circle can skip individuals of the same sex if they wish to skip or if requested by the diner. Although Joanne had never drawn the filled circle, I knew she would not want to skip Toni as Joanne had engaged in plenty of same-sex activities in the events that took place after dinner at our previous engagements.
Toni, on the other hand, was relatively new to intimate contact with other women. Although she is a "charter member" of the dinner club and hadn't missed a single dinner, it wasn't until a few months ago she had her first sexual encounter with a woman. She, with great hesitation but under no pressure, allowed Rachel to go down on her. That was the last time she hesitated. She not only enjoyed Rachel's oral skills on her that night, she enjoyed applying her own oral talents on Rachel. And after that, she enjoyed the company of other women in the Dinner Club that evening and other evenings. So, when Joanne approached Toni from beneath the table and ran her hands up Toni's legs, Toni immediately opened her legs.
Toni's attire was also not an impediment to Joanne's objective. Outside of Dinner Club, Toni always dresses as conservatively as one would expect of a high-end lawyer from one of the most prestigious, old-school law firms. Not only in the office, but also when out casually or just hanging around her own home. Her personality matches her wardrobe style. While I would not describe her as shy, she is definitely a quiet introvert. She exudes confidence, a quiet confidence that is sometimes misconstrued as aloofness but is really just calmness.
But that persona changes on Dinner Club nights. She dresses in the sexiest, most provocative clothing imaginable. She is still a quiet introvert, but she is not afraid to ask for what she wants. And she always gets what she wants. A completely different side of her personality comes out when she is free to let loose. After all, that is the whole point of Dinner Club night.
This night she was wearing a black, pleated leather micro-mini skirt. It was so short, that when she stood, it barely covered her ass. None of the skirt was under her rump when she sat on the dining room chair. She had a matching open-front, cropped, black leather jacket. It was obviously real leather. Underneath the jacket she wore a sheer, silver blouse. Underneath the blouse, she wore nothing, allowing an unobstructed view of her proud, perky, pink nipples. As I was sitting at the end of the table, Toni was on the corner to my right. So, I could see that when she opened her legs to allow Joanne in, the skirt hiked up without any effort by Toni. Underneath the skirt, she wore the tiniest and thinnest of thongs, scarcely covering her plump lips.
Joanne smiled as she reached in and pulled the flimsy material away. Toni exhaled and smiled when Joanne fingered her smooth mons. I took another bite of my food but could not turn away from watching Joanne kiss the inside of Toni's legs, starting at the inside of her knee and quickly ascending until she reached her target.
"Oh, fuck," Toni gasped when Joanne put her lips against Toni's lips. "Right there. That feels so damn good. Right there."
I continued to eat and drink my wine, but my gaze was directed to the cunnilingus that was happening to my right. The conversation continued around the table, although Toni's husband seated across from her was watching her as much as I was. Joanne's husband was more involved in the conversation. But, from where he was seated, I doubt he could see Joanne at all.
In a few moments, the normally quiet, reserved, private Toni was groaning loudly. She stopped all conversation at the table with a loud "Fuck, yes!" She threw herself back into the chair, scooting it back from the table. Joanne stayed with her, her mouth and fingers securely planted against Toni's crotch. All eyes were on them as Toni tensed and cursed. "Fucking hell," she groaned as she arched her back and gripped the sides of the chair. Her normally creamy-white face was deep red as she moaned her way through her climax. Her perky, pink nipples were even perkier and ruby red.
