I helped Simon serve everyone's meal, and felt pleased when he slid his plate into the oven, a sign he would take up my offer. I sat down, engaging my University professors in polite small talk, as a perfect hostess would. Nobody batted an eyelid when my husband rolled up the table linen and slipped underneath.
My pussy was messy because Roger's cum had seeped onto my thighs, and where they rubbed together, a smooth, syrupy veneer had spread. I opened my legs wide while pouring a glass of Barolo, before passing the bottle to Professor Samuels.
Simon slid the hem of my dress upwards, pressed my knees apart a little wider and began cleaning the cum mess methodically along both thighs in turn.
Kendricks and Samuels glanced down frequently at Simon's head between my legs, especially when he dove deep into my pussy, sucking each labia petal into his mouth.
"Are you enjoying the show?"
Samuels beamed at me as if I were his best student ever.
"Jess, I love this lifestyle and the respect with which you and your husband treat one another. This is the best dinner party I've attended, ever."
They raised their glasses, toasting my husband and I.
"We're in love and perfectly understand each other's needs."
Professor Samuels was in fine spirits, grinning expansively while swirling his wine around an oversized glass, curling the finest hand made tagliatelle on his fork, then mopping it through a gorgeous creamy gorgonzola cheese sauce.
"This pasta is excellent, Jess, but I'm quite envious of Simon right now. He's got the best dish in the house."
His genuine approval flattered me, lifting my self-esteem, and I felt flushed. My pulse sped up from a heart pounding out of my chest, and my body was awash with a hormonal flush that destroyed any last inhibitions. We were smashing taboos over like pins in a bowling alley.
I looked down into my lap, tapped Simon's head gently, and he smiled up affectionately, enjoying a mouthful of my pussy cream.
"Would you swap over with professor Samuels?"
"There's plenty to share, so why not?"
He shuffled backwards while James slid off his chair so fast he almost rolled onto the floor. By the time my husband reached the oven to retrieve his dinner, professor Samuel's head was comfortably installed betwixt my legs with his tongue buried deep in my soaking labia.
I relaxed my midriff, then tensed the muscles several times, delivering fresh cream to my new pussy dabbler, enjoying the desperation with which he sucked and licked my cunt. Simon sat next to me, poured himself a glass of wine and peeked into my lap, delighted by what he saw.
"He's enjoying you."
"I'm enjoying him, too."
I drew my husband's face close to mine, then leaned in, brushing his lips tantalisingly, before French kissing, noting the others gawked at us.
"The sooner you guys finish eating, the sooner you'll fuck me and I can stop calling you Professor."
I saw no one eat their food with such vigour, caught in a dilemma between Simon's excellent cooking and their obvious desire to fuck me. With all the plates cleared, I raised my ass while my husband squashed a cushion underneath to give James a better angle to lick my cunt. I hadn't mentioned to the others about my delightful professor trying to get his tongue into my anal whorl.
"Would you like me to inspect your cock, Professor Kendrick?"
"Umm, well... err. Yes Jess, but how."
I patted the place setting in front and he understood. Sean dropped his pants and underwear, thought about it for a moment, then stripped completely, bringing his wine.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, please enjoy. I know I shall."
He took a swig of wine, set his glass down within reach, then climbed onto the table. Sean sat in front of me, placing his feet either side of the chair, avoiding James.
Sean's cock was beautiful, and at five and a half inches, it was the perfect size for me to feast on. I peeled his foreskin back with one hand while interlocking my fingers with Simon's on the other.
While James dove into my puckered hole, harvesting the cum that had pooled there, I gently wanked Sean to encourage more treats for me. When the slit on the tip of his glans trickled pre-cum, I lapped hungrily, savouring, then swallowing it.
I rotated and wanked Sean's cock in a light grip, sucking the top couple of inches, enjoying the copious translucent nectar seeping out. When I stopped sucking, I wanked gently, just enough to keep him hard.
"Kiss me, Simon."
My husband invaded my mouth with the desperation of a man who wanted to please and love his wife. In that moment, I cared only for him while enjoying the tongue from another man between my legs. Sharing Sean's semen with my husband felt like the right thing to do and a quick glance at his expression told me I'd pressed a humiliation button hard, and to his deep satisfaction.
I returned to the steely hard shaft in my hand, pulling Simon's face to within inches of his shame as I sucked Sean. Heat rose in and from my pussy as I took the veiny, solid cock deep inside my throat until both lips were buried in his pubic bush.
I stood up, kicked my chair backwards, leaving James redundant and desolate with no pussy to eat.
"It's time to fuck me, Professor."
His head banged off the table, but that didn't deter him. When he dropped his pants, the moment that had terrorised my thoughts finally arrived. His cock, at nine inches long, was bigger than my husband's and Jeremy's. This time I didn't have the luxury of disdain for the man who would fill my pussy more than my husband could, and I gulped, terrified.
Simon wrapped me in his arms, kissing my neck to the earlobe, whispering secretly.
"I know what you're thinking, and I don't want you to worry. Whatever decision you make is fine by me. I love the competition and I'm very confident about our union."
I looked desperately into my husband's eyes at the moment James' enormous glans parted my cream soaked labia.
"I don't know what to do, Simon."
"Do you want his cock?"
