Dinner And Dessert 10

'Deb', was my first wife. She was my high school / college fling and we got married. Things didn't work out long term, but we did have a great sex life together. Nothing wrong with that...

She and I had quite a number of adventures together. It was always fun watching the 'set up' and capture of a third to join us. One time I had an 11 week training course in Dallas over the holidays and my wife came down to stay in the corporate apartment with me. While I was gone all day and most evenings (very intensive course) she got a seasonal job at a local mall in a small shop that sold candles. She enjoyed staying busy and I felt a little less guilty being gone so much.

I had managed to get some free time and showed up at the mall a couple time while she was there with the store manager. His name was Alan (also not his *real* name) and he was about 15 years older than our early 20s. Much shorter than me, he was just a little taller than Deb's size. We got along well and kidded around when we were together. The atmosphere was relaxed – but a small hint of sexual tension in the subtle flirting that went on.

After one such evening, I took my bride home and as we were in the throws of foreplay, while sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy, I asked her if she would like to invite Alan for dinner and 'dessert,' she responded with an instant moan and orgasm. I suppose that answered that question. The only thing to arrange was when and how. We fucked like rabbits that night as she was already being serviced by both of us in her fantasies.

Getting Alan to ourselves was indeed a piece of cake. The next day at work Deb asked him if he would like to come over to our house Saturday evening after work for a late dinner and drinks. He said sure and must have suspected fun time were to be had because he asked if she was on the menu. (Much in character of the flirtation he had done when we were all together). She tried to temper his expectations by telling him that I would be there. Little did he know.

The week seemed to drag by as I waited for Saturday – but it eventually came. Deb arrived around 8:30 pm on Saturday evening and went to take a shower. I already had dinner practically ready so she just had to take care of herself. She cleaned herself up and dressed casually with a sweater and jeans. I poured us both a glass of wine while we waited for our guest. She told me that she wanted to be pounded by us both and that she couldn't wait to let her self get lost in our next encounter.

Alan arrived shortly and we gave him a warm hello and a glass of wine. We skipped sitting in the living room and went straight to the dining table as it was indeed late and we had hunger. Deb and also had hunger of a different kind to be satisfied, but that would have to wait a little longer.

Over my basic dinner of salmon, rice and vegetables, our conversation migrated from friendly to very personal. Lubricated by the wine, Deb's tongue mentioned not only sun bathing, but doing that in the nude. Alan immediately indicated that he'd like look over the bushes and watch that one day. I mentioned that he should be there next to her and she added, 'Yes, who would put lotion on those 'hard to reach' areas?' At this point in time, Alan took a big gulp of wine and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His hard on was noticeable through his Dockers and he shot a glance toward me to gauge my reaction. I just added, 'That's my girl.'

I got up to take the dishes to the kitchen and asked if anyone would like dessert. Both indicated yes and I said it would be a minute. Alan took his wine glass and looked at the view from the living room. Deb said she needed to excuser herself and shot me a quick wink.

I had the table cleared and asked Alan what he wanted for dessert. Before he could answer, Deb came back into the room. She had 'gotten herself more comfortable' as the saying goes. The jeans and sweater were gone replaced by a black corset that supported her breasts and left her nipples exposed Black stocking being help up by the straps on the corset and black high heals. The missing panties allowed the black to frame her fiery red bush.

Needless to say, Alan's jaw hit the floor. She came over to me and gave me a deep kiss. I looked at Alan and told him that the dessert question had been answered. Would he like a severing of dessert? Without hesitation he said yes and I led Deb over to the table.

She lay down on her back and spread herself (in every way) across the table. Alan took that as 'dessert is severed' and dove between her outstretched legs. He paid very close attention to each detail and his tongue and fingers roamed her inner thighs, across her bush before stroking and licking her slit.

Not to be left out, I stripped out of my clothes and moved to her head. It was a perfect angle for her to turn her head and take my cock into her mouth. Somewhat distracted by each mini-orgasm Alan was giving her, she still managed to bring me close to cumming. Then I turned to Alan and tell him it is time to change places.

I love the taste of her quim after she gets really wet and this was no exception. I dove right in and drank her up like the aroused husband that I was. In the mean time, Alan had taken off his clothes and was being examined in detail by Deb. She stroked the length of his cock and slowly slid it past her lips. When she gives blow jobs, she alternates between a strong sucking action and furious tongue movement. As she did to me, she quickly brought him close to the edge.

Seeing that it was time, and she was more than ready, I told Alan to come back down here and fuck my wife. He fed is cock easily into her dripping wet and wanton pussy. Just enjoying the show, I watched her buck her hips in a rhythm that matched his thrusting tempo. With an ever increasing cadence, they worked themselves it a mutual explosion of passion.

Catching his breath, Alan pulled out and I immediate filled the void. I had already learned was a uniquely erotic experience it was to penetrate my wife's freshly fucked and cum filled pussy and was eager to do it again. After slowly siding in to savor the feeling of Alan and Deb's mixed juices, I built my pounding to a regular beat. Deb finally recovered from her orgasm and stared into my eyes. Between smiles and gasps we also worked our way to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Somewhat spent, we all looked at each other as I redistributed the wine glasses. Deb stood up next to the table and looks ever so slutty with cum running down her thighs. We toasted our new found hobby together and promised do so it again some time – soon!

We did meet up with Alan a couple more times in different settings, but I will take a few days to get the time to send those in. Suggestions and improvement are most welcome.