A Fond Farewell
The week with Sue went all too quickly. Unfortunately I had to work a couple of evenings so we didn't see each other as much as we all would have liked. Vicky and Sue had other things to do as well. I suggested to Tony that we make her last night on the Thursday a memorable one.
"You mean just in case she doesn't remember any of the rest of the week?" he said rather dryly.
I phoned Vicky from work and invited the two of them for supper. I warned that it would be nothing grand. The last supper! No miracles!
I managed to get away early as I had done masses of overtime earlier in the week and bought food to prepare. I had the flat to myself which made life easier. As I pottered around with the food I reflected on the excitement of the previous few weeks and how far I had come in discovering my real sexual self. How far and how often!
Even the thought of the nights of passion got me steamy and I flirted with a provocatively shaped carrot that lay invitingly on the work surface. Before I realised what I was doing I was rubbing the vegetable against my crotch and moments later it was inside my panties. It was hard, rough and pointed and just the job as a makeshift dildo. I splayed my legs, pulled my panties to my knees, and started to play with myself. I steadied myself against the cabinets while I began to fuck the carrot more effectively. I looked around for other exciting objects and saw a cucumber which was otherwise meant for the salad. I decided that it would wash easily and then thought that my comrades would probably prefer the soiled article rather than the clean one! I took the cucumber in my other hand and ran it up and down the crack of my arse. I inserted the carrot as far as it would go, that is right to the tip and started bringing myself off. I pushed the tip of the cucumber against my anus and flirted with the idea of pushing it in but decided that I would be wiser to use the bigger blunt object on my clit. So with the carrot firmly in my cunt I stimulated my clitoris with the cucumber. My head was filled with memories of the last week and fantasies about the night ahead and these induced a sizeable orgasm a few minutes later.
I licked both of my dildo substitutes clean and went on preparing the meal as though nothing had happened.
Tony turned up eventually and insisted on fingering me up as soon as he got in. He got a pleasant shock as he didn't usually find my cunt quite as wet as it was.
"What have you been up to my love?"
"Nothing" I replied "I'm just pleased to see you as Mae West might say"
We left it there but I know he had his suspicions. Vicky and Sue came down about half seven and Ben arrived about ten minutes later. I had inadvertently forgotten to mention to anyone that I had invited Ben! I knew from a hint that Vicky had dropped that they had spoken in the week and from what she had said after the night of a thousand orgasms, she really would like to see more of him. I pointed out there wasn't that much left to see but she ignored me!
Anyway I knew I had done the right thing by the look on her face as he walked through the door. I imagined that both her cunt and Sue's were moistening nicely as he moved over to give them a welcoming kiss.
We broke open a bottle of cheap champagne and mixed it with orange to make a buck's fizz or fuck's bizz as Tony insisted on re-naming it.
Then we sat down to a delicacy of mine involving salmon in cream sauce. As we did so Vicky spoke:
"You realise you have broken my dream" she said
"Done what?" asked Tony
"Broken my dream. If you have a dream and shortly after it comes true, you call that breaking the dream. Last night I had a really vivid and very erotic dream about a dinner party."
She stopped talking and left us waiting while she ate her food.
"Go on" I insisted "Tell all"
"Yes" added Sue "You do realise that you owe us one. When we had the story session on Monday you didn't contribute. You really should have paid a forfeit"
"I thought that was me" joked Ben
"I know that" said Vicky "but we did get rather preoccupied. Anyway why tell stories when you can experience the real thing? Do you want to hear about my dream?"
"Yes" was the unanimous verdict.
"Right. Well, as I say I found myself at this dinner party. Really plush. Lots of chandeliers and silver cutlery in what appeared to be a mansion of some sort. I think there were eight of us round the table. Four men and four women. I was with Ben."
Ben looked suitably pleased. It dawned on me now why she had been so glad to see him.
"One couple were in their fifties, very distinguished, one couple were black, while the remaining one were in their late twenties. I remember noticing that the woman was big, and I mean big. We were being waited on by two butlers and two maids. The grey haired man in his fifties appeared to be the host and it was he who welcomed us all and gave the orders. We all sat in front of beautiful silver plates and the table decorations were palatial. Mr. Silver, as I might as well call him, snapped his fingers. The butlers bowed and left the room. At first sight everything was normal and when they returned with a small portion of caviar to start, it stayed that way. I remember that there was a fair amount of small talk and I was sitting with Ben on my left and the black guy on my right. Everyone was in formal dress. The sign that something out of the ordinary was going on came at the end of the first course. The maids took away the plates and Mr. Silver waved his hand again. The butlers came in with two silver trays, one perched on each hand. I couldn't see what was on the trays until they got closer. As they bent forward I realised they had on each tray two dildos and two butt plugs. We were being invited to accept these as a gift.
"Please help yourself" said Mr. Silver generously in a quiet velvet voice.
One of the dildos and one of the butt plugs in each pair were large and one was smaller. The others round the table took the offerings without hesitation, so I decided I had better do the same. I wasn't immediately clear why there were two dildos. That became more apparent when the maids came up behind the butlers and bent over to retrieve certain plates. They had no knickers on and were naked beneath their uniforms. The black guy leaned over and kissed his maid on the bum. She giggled. All the guests put their toys to one side like extra cutlery and we had venison and a range of delicious vegetables put in front of us by the butlers.
Again, life carried on as normal. During the main course the man to my right started stroking my leg and eventually his big black hands reached up to my tits. I looked over at Ben and he just smiled and carried on chatting up the big woman who was sitting next to him. It was all fairly lighthearted petting.
Again the summons was given by Mr. Silver and the plates were taken away. This time the maids came in and we were asked if he wanted any fruit. Ben said that he did and the maid pulled up her dress to reveal her naked cunt and arse.
"Grapes?" he was asked and to entice him the maid opened her bum cheeks and you could see a small stalk sticking out of her arsehole. Ben pulled and a row of seedless grapes came smoothly out. She dangled them in front of him and he devoured them. The other maid came in and did the same with Mr. Black, and then they alternated until all four men had eaten the grapes from the maid's arseholes.
Then in came the butlers who had now taken their trousers off and were naked under their tail coats. Very sexy they looked too.
"Would madam like a banana?" I was asked. The servant bent down and wedged up his arse was an unpeeled baby banana. I pulled it out and peeled it.
"Cream?"
He was holding a jug in one hand. He dipped his dick into it and invited me to lick the cream off his knob which I duly did.