Installment two of The Shopkeeper. This is my second upload to Literotica.
Brie and Bryce have arrived at the Monte's home, and will soon learn the nature of the invite. This is just a building chapter, but it has some yummy's in it.
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Chapter Two: The Choice
My husband Bryce and I headed to the Monte's for our several days of wining and dining. I'd gotten our four year old Brenna's godparents to babysit while we were away. Brenna hadn't started school yet, so I didn't have to worry about that, and they were more than happy to have her since they don't yet have children of their own. Brenna knows them and loves them so much, it wasn't as if we were abandoning our child.
Following GPS, we drove the 25 miles to the Monte's home. We knew the location though, once we got in the area. If ever we had a chance to drive by the high-fenced walls and large iron gate, we would slow down to try to peek at the house that couldn't be seen. I just didn't know it was the Monte's house until today. Mrs. Monte had given me the access code the day before, so pulling up to the code machine-thingy, Bryce punched in the numbers, and we watched as the gates swung in. The driveway was nearly a quarter mile long set back from the road. Alternating great oaks and magnolia trees on both sides drowned the driveway in shade, and beautiful black four-plank fences behind the trees guided the driveway on both sides towards a stately mansion. The two story building stood with sixteen windows across the front on each level, and the "corners" of the house were round. I could only imagine they might house a wide winding staircase that could lead up to the second story. I couldn't tell how deep the side of the house was since the driveway didn't even come close to the side. The entrance/front door looked like a hotel with the overhang and great columns allowing vehicles to pull up to the front door. I think the only thing missing was a front porch, but I guess one can't have a porch when there's an overhang for letting passengers out of the car. Mrs. Monte had given me instructions that we were to pull up to the front, and her valet would take care to park our car.
"Well met, Mrs. McAllen," the valet said to me as he opened my door when we had parked. He took my hand to help me out of the car. "And, Mr. McAllen," he bowed when my husband came around to my side. "If you will, Mrs. Monte asks that you come inside," and he gestured towards the house. "I will see to your luggage and car."
"I don't mind getting the bags, sir," my husband said.
"Nonsense! This is what I do," replied the valet. "Allow me," and he bowed again.
Bryce shrugged and thanked him. He took my hand and followed the valet's direction to the door. Just then someone, who I could only derive as a butler, opened the elegant heavy oak door and escorted us into the library that was off to the right of the wide, gorgeous foyer. "If you'll kindly wait here, Mr. and Mrs. McAllen," he said in a most stately British accent, "I will let Lady Angela know you're here." And with that he bowed and closed the double doors behind him.
Bryce walked once around the impressive library, noting and telling me of the various first edition volumes the Monte's had, then settled into a Victorian high-backed chair that faced the large oak desk. I roamed around the room, hands behind my back, also gawking at all the wonderful editions of books, wishing I had some of these same titles for my own library. Very soon, Mrs. Monte came into the room, followed by a handsome fella whom she introduced as her husband, "Brie, Bryce, this is my husband, Jack."
We shook hands upon the introduction. Mrs. Monte hooked her right elbow in my left, and cried excitedly, "Come now, McAllens! Come let me give you a tour of our home."
She led us on a small tour of their home, allowing us to see the largest living/den areas which were directly across from the library; the sitting room near the dining room; the three guest powder rooms (still on the main floor!); then the kitchen before leading us back around to the dining room. Y'all, this table could have seated roughly 20 people if not more, but since it was just the four of us, Bryce and I sat with Mrs. Monte and myself on one side; me on Mrs. Monte's left, and our husbands facing us on the other side of the table. It was a quiet 4 course dinner with much small talk and us getting to know one another. I never once felt out of place, and from the looks of it, neither did my husband. Bryce and I followed the couple's lead on "protocol" and I dare say we got through the eating unscathed!
Several times through the course of dinner, we had such laughter that Mrs. Monte would get so tickled enough that she had put her left hand gently on my right thigh; you know, like a friend would when she leans into you and laughs along with you. The first couple of times I didn't really notice. But once, she did come quite close to where my thigh joins my crotch and just left it there. Never moved her hand, but just left it. Another bout of laughter several moments later, and she had actually moved her hand to cover my material-covered crotch, and make slight waving motions with her fingers for a few seconds, then stopped moving them, but left her fingers covering my dampening thong. My husband saw my eyes open a bit wider, and though he couldn't have seen exactly where she touched me, he could tell it was the general location of my pussy. I blushed when I caught his eye. He winked, grinned, and gave a slight nod and a wee kissing motion. That was his "it's okay" to me. I relaxed a bit more, and relaxed my legs to open just a bit more. Since I was wearing a flowing skirt, it allowed Mrs. Monte the covered access she wanted.
Somehow during between dinner and dessert though, I found my skirt had ridden up, and Mrs. Monte possessed full access to my moistened mound. My thong was already soaked through, and though I desperately wanted her to lift her hand to her mouth to taste me, she kept going a little further; a little deeper, until she actually had wiggled a finger around my fabric and into my pussy, with her palm cupping my clit. It was hard for me to concentrate on the conversation, but I did my best to talk and answer.
"Excuse me boys, but I think that Brie has something to tell us," Mrs. Monte announced in the middle of dessert.
I looked at her in shock. I, I do? I had no knowledge of any news. What could she want from me? Then her hand started rubbing my clit faster, and another finger found its way inside me. I was so on the verge of coming, but didn't want to embarrass myself or Bryce. I was still a bit surprised, and wondered what had come over her to touch me like this with our husbands literally across the table from us. What do I do? I silently asked Bryce.
Just then, she leaned into my ear and sweetly whispered just loud enough for the men to hear: "Come for me, Brie. Come for me right here in front of your husband. Come for me in front of MY husband. Come for me and spray my fingers with your lovely hot juices just like you did at the boutique. You won't disappoint me, I know. Come for me, Darling. Come for me, Brie. Come ON my hand. Come on... you can do it," she coaxed.
I couldn't stand it. I was REALLY turned on, and looking at Bryce and Mr. Monte, apparently they were too. I could see they both had their thick cocks in their hands lightly pumping away, trying to time their release with mine. I don't remember seeing them take out their thick meat sticks, but seeing the top of their cocks peeking over the table, I squirmed, cooed, panted, and bit my lip to choke down the scream I wanted to belt out. I mewed, growled, panted, and whimpered as she continued to stroke my wanton cunt with her skillful fingers. When she says my name, though, I just can't hold out much longer.
"Say my name," I whispered. "Say my name with that sexy tongue."
Mrs. Monte brought her left hand up to her mouth, leaned in further, and covered me with her right hand. "Sing for me, Brie," she whispered harshly. "Scream out that orgasm. You know you want to, Brie. *I* know you are not a quiet lover. Don't be quiet for us now, Brie. Come on. Come for me, baby."
