Recently divorced and owning a 'cheaters' restaurant in Los Angeles, I must tell you about an event that was the most scintillating of my life. Arthur, a married entertainer, had been a regular in my restaurant. He and his wife Catherine were both charming and outgoing. Many of the times they were here for drinks, dinner and dancing, they brought other interesting people. I could feel the sexual energy they generated and thus began my fascination.
Arthur would often visit for lunch or a pre-prandial cocktail, usually flirting with me. After a while I noticed I was attracted to his wit, humor and intelligence. Frequently our conversations would be loaded with double entendres and I found myself wondering maybe even fantasizing about making love with him. He would tease me about my French accent and how men would enjoy being with a French courtesan.
"Arthur," I replied, "I wouldn't know how."
He said he would teach me.
"Sure," I said.
We sealed the bargain with a hug and I asked when the lessons would begin.
With a twinkle in his eye (he wore an eye-patch) he said, "Soon."
Several weeks went by and I hadn't seen Arthur. It was on a Saturday evening when he called and made late dinner reservations for a threesome in one of the horseshoe booths. He reminded me of the lessons. I began to get little chills and my vagina contracted in a mini-orgasm.
About 11 he, Catherine and another man arrived. I was introduced to Brian who owned a local theater. Catherine was wearing a black cocktail dress that swirled when she walked, with inch wide shoulder straps that were fastened by buttons on the dress. She was happy, smiling and charged when she gave me a hug and ran her hands down my body. She backed away and I saw for the first time a collar around her neck such as worn by submissives. I shuddered and felt myself getting wet.
They sat with Catherine in between the two men. Each, in turn, gave her a very erotic soul kiss. I watched. Catherine stood up with Brian and went to the dance floor. There only were two other tables occupied at the time. They danced. It wasn't sexy. It was wanton and sexual. Brian spun Catherine. Her dress swirled up above her lace-topped thigh highs to her black, panty covered pussy.
While they were dancing, Arthur came over to me and suggested I send a bottle of champagne with four glasses to the table. As we watched the dancers, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. My heart pounded. He did something he had never done before. He kissed me, sucked my tongue into his mouth and caressed me. I was breathing hot into his mouth. He reached into his pocket and pulled a collar out and fastened it to my neck saying,
"The lessons begin."
I was wearing a coatdress with a single button at the waist with pins at the cleavage and at the knee to hold the garment in a modest position. Arthur reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of black thigh highs.
"Go into your office, take your dress, bra and pantyhose off, and put on these thigh highs and your dress without the pins and return. Put two fingers in your cunt and return with the juice on your fingers. I want to taste your essence."
I stood naked in my office, save for the thigh highs and heels while I tasted my own scented flavor. I was so wet. I slipped on the dress and walked out shivering with anticipation. The dress opened with my every step showing off the lace tops of my hose. I came to Arthur. He took my hand smelled it, tasted it and savored it. I melted. He dropped a pen. I was told to pick it up. I bent down holding the dress top so that my small, pouty breasts wouldn't be exposed. He said, "Take your hand away." I did. The top opened. He saw my nipples as they hardened. I stood up and returned his pen.
We walked back to the table. Catherine and Brian were in a sensual embrace. His hand was under her skirt. She and I wore identical collars. Arthur poured the champagne. The bubbles along with the excitement made me a little light-headed. Arthur extended his hand to Catherine who slid out and stood up. Catherine, the strawberry blond, me the taller redhead. We looked at each other. Arthur said, "M, take Catherine with you and bring her back without her panties." I had never done anything like that.
We went to my office. I didn't know where or how to begin. Catherine raised her skirt. I knelt down and put my hands to the waistband of her panties. I could smell her sex. I eased them off. As she raised her foot I could see her cunt lips glisten when they opened. She said, "Touch me."
I brought my fingers to her cunt. She pulled my head forward and pushed my face to her honey pot. I inhaled. I tasted with my tongue. Catherine hissed through her teeth and ground my face into her sex. She went still. I stopped. This was the first time I had been with another woman since my university days. She pulled me to her. We kissed on the mouth. She tasted her own juice from my lips. My heart was pounding. What else was to come?
We walked back to the table. Both gentlemen rose to let her slide in to be between them. The only other party was leaving. Only remaining were the four of us, a waiter and the three-piece band. Arthur whispered something to Catherine as she was entering the booth. He stood so close to me that I felt his warmth, his heat. Catherine lifted her skirt and slid into the booth, sitting on her bareness, the cunt I had just tasted.
