Mark and Alison had been invited over dinner at the weekend by their friends Ann and Simon and tantalisingly been promised a meal which would be a special treat for the two of them. The way it had been put to them had sounded a little strange but very intriguing so they had no idea what to expect when they arrived eager with anticipation in on a cool early summer evening.
Ann opened the door, looking stunning in a very diaphanous semi transparent evening dress showing off her obvious sexy black lacy underwear beneath. Mark could not help looking up and down her lithe body appreciatively as she stood silhouetted in the doorway by the pale light behind her. Simon appeared over her shoulder looking very smart and formally dressed in an expensively cut and very handsome black dinner jacket.
Ann and Simon invited them into the house and offered them a drink in front of a warm open fire. Alison asked what they had cooked but they both just smiled Ann saying "Nothing much but we think you will enjoy it all the same, and I think we will too".
They had another drink comfortable in the familiar company of their two closest friends and were then ushered through into the dining room. As Simon and Ann had promised there were only two places laid opposite each other on a large solid oak table. The two places looking lost on the large expanse of dark oak. Surprised, Alison and Mark asked what was happening. Simon said that they were going to be treated for the meals they had been cooked and that since this was now their turn they would wait on Mark and Alison hand and foot, not only cooking for them but also serving their food as well.
They urged them to sit down which they did a little self consciously, but with topped up glasses they soon began to enjoy the situation and settle into their role as valued customers while Ann and Simon retreated into the kitchen and started on the food.
The first to arrive with a flamboyant gesture were two plates of freshly opened juicy oysters, smelling wonderfully of the sea with subtle rich musky undertones. They had a succulent sweet fresh taste as they slid creamily onto Mark and Alison's tongues.
While Mark and Alison were enjoying the oysters Ann offered to help Mark with one and asking him to tilt his head back as she let the delicate morsel slide off the shell over his tongue and silkily into his waiting mouth. At the same time Simon offered to do the same for Alison cupping the back of her head in his hand as he let the sweet juicy flesh slip between her lips into her mouth from the pearly shell, obviously flirting with her just as much as Ann was doing with Mark. Simon and Ann clearly found the oysters just as erotic as Mark and Alison always had and seemed to enjoy the close contact with their guests as they fed them each sensual morsel.
The oysters were soon finished, Mark and Alison enjoying both the wonderful oysters and the close attentions of Ann and Simon once they had relaxed and overcome the slightly uncomfortable feeling of such close proximity. The waiter and waitress disappeared into the kitchen leaving Mark and Alison to wonder what was going on. The evening was hardly what they expected and both could sense the highly charged erotic atmosphere. They were definitely enjoying themselves though and by mutual assent they agreed to sit back and enjoy the next course, whatever it was they were being offered.
After some giggling in the kitchen Ann and Simon both reappeared. This time though there were carrying plates supporting small glass dishes of caviar with small mother of pearl spoons. What was even more striking though, was that Simon had taken off his shirt and trousers and was now only dressed in his dinner jacket and small tight white briefs while Ann had shed her dress and was only wearing her black but very transparent lacy underwear with the obligatory black stockings and high heels.
Ann and Simon were both giggling infectiously, so although Mark and Alison were both totally surprised and a little taken aback, they both laughed when Ann said "We thought you would enjoy some erotic clothes to go with your erotic food! We thought you might find it fun! Would you like some caviar?"
Surprised but happy to play along Mark and Alison let Ann and Simon feed them from the small delicate spoons. Mark could not help looking at Ann's body beneath the revealing lace. Looking up he could see her plump breasts pushed up and seemingly precariously supported by the delicate lace of a flimsy transparent corset. The thin material only just covering the soft coral pink of her pert, cheeky nipples. Sitting down Mark's eyes were almost in line with Ann's waist and he could not help noticing the wisps of soft dark curly hair pressing against the transparent window of lace framing the dark "V" of Ann's rounded mound. Turning his head to accept another spoon of caviar sensuously placed on his tongue Mark looked at Alison licking caviar from the spoon in Simon's hand. Her eyes, level with Simon's hips, taking in the contours of his thick, meaty looking cock and heavy balls hardly hidden by the very thin and tightly stretched material of his little white pants. Mark thought he saw Simon's cock swell slightly as he felt Alison's eyes inches from his sensitive flesh.
In turn Mark felt his own cock begin to stir, stiffening gently against the restraining material of his underwear and trousers. He was not yet uncomfortably hard though and was determined to maintain control, despite starting to feel himself begin to lose the battle to overcome his instincts. This only became hared when Ann reached out towards him and he thought he could just smell a hint of the heady aroma of musky female excitement. To regain as much control as possible he looked away at Alison, who caught his eye and smiled acceptingly as they both acknowledged each other's enjoyment of the situation and gave their tacit approval to continue.
Slipping another spoon of caviar into Mark's mouth Ann said "I have heard the best way to taste caviar is to lick it off the breast of a beautiful woman. Would you like to try Mark?"
Not knowing exactly what Ann was suggesting but having a pretty good idea Mark looked at Alison questioningly. She shrugged her shoulders and nodded hesitantly so Mark looked back up at Ann. "OK", he said uncertainly with a drying mouth.
Ann took a step back and lifted her hands to her top to slowly and sensuously peel down the flimsy material covering her breasts. Mark watched intently as she exposed her firm rounded tits to his gaze, her nipples stiffening slightly in the cool air as she slowly and very deliberately she took a small spoonful of the black caviar and moved back towards him.