As the car headed around the bend in the coastal road, the headlights shone out over the bay and briefly illuminated the heaving waves out to sea. In the distance, the lighthouse on the peninsula's promontory was clearly highlighted, its light spearing into the darkness to reveal the wider wild seascape.
Emma was dressed in her best cocktail dress and had forced Thom to dig out his only good suit in honour of the occasion. They had recently moved to the area and this was the first time that they had been invited to a dinner party by new people.
Emma had been introduced to Roberta in the small bistro at the seafront by an old friend. Roberta had just turned sixty, as she confidently announced within a few minutes of joining the two friends, but her curvaceous figure was still stunning and her hair showed just a few sparkles of grey.
"David and I would love to invite you, and your other half over for a meal this coming Saturday night. We have a few other couples joining us. Some of them think they are more important than they really are so we all tend to dress up for the occasion to make them feel better about themselves."
Emma found herself immediately drawn to the woman's mischievous personality. "Your friend Jane here has been along and you and Peter seemed to enjoy the evening?"
"Yes, it was a perfect evening Bobbi." Jane smiled at the two women. "You should go along Emma. You and Thom will enjoy meeting a new group of people..."
The car drew up at a large white gate which opened automatically, and they drove slightly uphill between gorse bushes and around further bends, before pulling in to a modern glass and concrete house set into the hillside and looking directly out to sea. The house was unexpected in the middle of this wild and ancient landscape, and on the first floor Emma could see a number of figures gathered together, with drinks being served by two waiters.
Roberta herself opened the door. "Hello gorgeous girl. You look beautiful. And this must be Thom. Come on in out of the cold and meet the others."
Ten minutes later and drinking her second glass of champagne, Emma was relaxing and enjoying the new company. There were two other fifty-something couples from the city, all beautifully dressed and outwardly welcoming. Thom couldn't help noticing that the three other women were all slim but with the same large breasts which had attracted him to Emma so many years ago. Despite the cold weather, ample cleavages were on display, with expensive but simple necklaces completing the picture.
Thom was pleased that he had been persuaded to wear his suit and again relaxed into the conversation. The other couple were all professionals -- lawyers, business leaders and fashion designers, and did not live up to Roberta's earlier description of them.
The two waiters continued to circulate and refill the champagne flutes, and by the time the group moved through to the large dinner table, with its beautiful linen cover and silver candelabra, most were on their third or fourth glass and the conversation and laughter flowed as easily as the wine.
The couples were seated across from each other. Emma and Thom were at the far end, closest to the panoramic window, sitting respectively beside a commercial lawyer and his fashion designer wife. Roberta and David sat closest to the kitchen and a third waiter appeared to serve the starters of shellfish and delicate salads. The other couple, owners of the same PR business, completed the octet.
The food was as good as the wine and the company. Emma wrote a mental note to herself that Jane deserved a nice bottle of gin for introducing her to Roberta. By the time the main course of turbot was served, Emma realised the wine was going to her head and that she was leaning forward in conversation with the lawyer, giving the man a good display of her own cleavage. Emma noticed that he regularly lowered his gaze and she felt even better about herself. Thom too was in animated conversation with the fashion designer, hopefully picking up some sound sartorial advice.
Time seemed to fly and soon coffee and petit fours appeared along with brandy and whisky. Emma was wondering what had happened to the desserts when David tapped his glass with a spoon.
"Some of you have been to our parties before. Emma and Thom, we have deliberately seated you at the end of the table so you can see what my wife provides for desserts and make sure you'd like to try them. And don't forget everyone, hands on the table at all times."
Roberta stood up, bent down and crawled on her hands and knees under the table. The business man settled back in his chair as Roberta unzipped his fly and removed his already semi-erect cock from his trousers. Her wet mouth soon enveloped his swelling glans and the nails of both her hands extricated him fully and began to slowly scratch underneath his balls.
The other guests continued to drink and converse whilst Emma and Thom looked at each other to give the other reassurance. Both were now fully aroused and Emma gave a small nod across the table and smiled at her husband.
The business man was now beginning to groan as Roberta's mouth and nails drove him towards his orgasm. He suddenly bucked in his seat and beneath the table, Roberta was rewarded with a full mouthful of his hot, salty spunk.