In the weeks following the dinner party in the secluded house owned by Roberta and David, Emma had found herself thinking almost constantly about the events of the evening. Each time Emma had felt the cravings rise in her lower belly, and when she closed her eyes she could still see Roberta's head, buried between her thighs under the dinner table, while the woman's tongue and fingers explored Emma's bare cunt and brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
Sometimes she thought of her husband's face, flushed with excitement, as he had watched Emma being fucked hard from behind over the dinner table, in front of the hosts and other guests, and two of the waiters had flooded her cunt with their hot, thick spunk.
Whenever they talked about the night, Thom's cock would harden and their sex life had risen to a plateau unknown in the last few years.
Emma had already received an invite to the next dinner party in six weeks time, but despite her regular intense fuckings and the long slow blowjobs and ball licking she treated Thom to, she was still impatient for another chance to meet the older couple.
Emma raised this with her friend Jane one lunchtime, just over a month after Jane had introduced her to Roberta. Jane was a regular guest at Roberta and David's parties.
"So why don't you pick up the phone and see if the four of you can hook up earlier? Nothing ventured...."
Roberta's kind and mellow voice down the telephone had calmed Emma's nerves and at the same time increased her arousal."Yes of course dear. I know that David would love to meet up with you."
The following Tuesday their car again climbed the hill, entering the curved drive and pulling up outside the glass-fronted house, sheltered by the cliffs. The weather was unseasonably warm and balmly and Emma had worn just a cotton floral dress and a linen scarf to complement her gold sandals.
One of the waiters who had fucked Emma so expertly from behind at the dinner party opened the door to them, and smiled demurely at her as he led them through the hallway to one of the reception rooms.
The waiter poured them both a glass of vintage champagne from an open bottle in an ice bucket, and closed the door quietly behind him as Emma and Thom settled back in their wingback chairs.
Emma had seen Roberta twice before, once dressed in expensive jeans and a cashmere jumper in the bistro and the second time in her elegant but revealing cocktail dress.
When the reception room door opened, Roberta's appearance was radically different.
The light from the hallway framed Roberta as she entered the room on her high red stiletto heels. Her large breasts were on full display over the top of her red waspie, with red fishnet stockings completing the outfit. Roberta's totally bare cunt shone with the expensive oil which had been applied as her guests had sipped their champagne. Her inner lips were clearly visible as she walked towards the armchairs, a black clothes carrier in her left hand.
Roberta bent down and gave Emma a long lingering kiss on her lips. Emma tasted the woman's deep red lipstick and could smell her expensive, heady perfume. Emma could feel herself spasm involuntarily under the woman's touch.
