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Cassandra stood between her men as the three of them silently rode the elevator to the lobby. After she and Stephen had lain belly to belly in bed, snuggling and talking while Garreth took a shower, they decided that all three of them needed a break, and since they had essentially all skipped breakfast, they decided to go out for lunch in the restaurant downstairs. Stephen and Cassandra had showered together, and all three dressed rather nicely, Garreth and Stephen in button down shirts and jeans, with Garreth carrying a leather satchel over his shoulder, and Cassandra wearing a simple black dress that came to an inch above her knee, and hugged her bosom and her curvy hips. As always, she looked smolderingly hot in the dress.
Cassandra could feel both of them staring her up and down. She felt like her body was glowing with a pure sexual aura. Suddenly she flushed, embarrassed. Would people be able to tell? The sexual tension was so powerful between all three of them... could others see it? Would strangers be able to see them together and know that she spent the entire night and morning being wildly fucked and pleasured by two men, only one of whom was her husband?
She almost jumped as she felt Stephen slide his hand around her buttox and pull her close. "Cassandra, you look ravishing," he said.
She smiled. "Thank you, honey."
"I agree. You're beautiful," Garreth concurred.
Now she really was blushing. "Thank you, Garreth."
DING!
The elevator doors opened, and as the three of them exited, Stephen turned to the right, going the opposite way from Garreth and Cassandra, toward the front desk. "I have to ask the concierge something, guys. Why don't you both go on into the dining room, order drinks, and I'll be right there."
"Will do," Garreth said, walking alongside Cassandra as they entered the restaurant.
Cassandra suddenly felt self-conscious, and very much aware that she and Garreth had not yet been alone since having sex. It suddenly hit her that she had shared a deeply intimate experience with this man, but only when her husband was there with them, and she was struck by the contrast of being alone with him in public.
"Party of three," Garreth said to the hostess. "And, would there be any way that we could be seated in the corner booth in the back? I know it seats more than are in our party, but the extra privacy would be nice."
"Certainly," the young lady said, grabbing three menus and leading them to the darkened back corner. It was a circular booth with plush leather seats situated around an octagonal mahogany table, and Cassandra slid in and to the back center. Her breath caught in her throat as Garreth slid in beside her, so close that his knee touched hers.
"My husband will be joining us shortly. When he does, could you lead him back here?" Cassandra said to the hostess, though she was not sure why.
"Yes ma'am," The young woman said. "Your waiter will be along shortly."
Silence between them. Neither one looked at the other.
Garreth spoke first, his voice deep, breathy, and amused. "Are you afraid to be alone with me?" he asked.
Cassandra bit her lip. "A little. Yes."
"Why?"
"I'm... worried you may try something with me when Stephen isn't around."
Garreth turned to her and smiled. His teeth were perfect white. A wolf's teeth. "Would that be so bad?"
Cassandra squirmed in her seat and looked down. "It would be wrong. Yes."
He leaned closer to her. "It would be wrong, all right. But would it be bad?"
Cassandra didn't answer.
He leaned closer still. He was whispering in her ear now. "I'll answer for you. I think it would most definitely be bad. But from what I've seen, your husband loves for you to be a very bad girl. Doesn't he?"
Cassandra, her hands gripping her napkin on the table in front of her. "Yes," she whispered.
Garreth exhaled slowly and deeply, then looked slowly around the room. His breath was hot on her neck as he said, "Take off your panties."
"What?" Cassandra asked, thrilled and nervous.
"You heard me. Take off your panties and give them to me."
"People will see!"
"Maybe," He said, leaning back and turning from her. He unzipped his satchel, which sat on the other side of him. "Maybe not. It's dark and the angle is bad for anyone to see. Though I doubt they'd be looking. But that doesn't matter." He turned around, having taken a small black leather bag from his satchel. "I said 'take your panties off.' It isn't a discussion or a debate. I want them."
Cassandra wanted to. She wanted to play whatever game Garreth had in mind... but for whatever reason, she felt guilty. Stephen wasn't here. Up until now, everything, even having sex with Garreth, had been something she had shared with her husband as well. But this was... different. "I don't... I don't think I should," she said.
"Hmmmm. Are you worried that he'll discipline you if he finds out?" Garreth's hand slipped over her bare knee. She should have pushed it away. She knew she should have. But she didn't. Instead, she let him slide it up her dress. First an inch. Then two. Then three. She was breathing hard. "You know," he continued, "I think you're looking at this all wrong. I don't think he would discipline you for doing what I say. I think you are far more likely to get that curvy little ass of yours spanked if you DON'T do what I'm telling you to do."
Cassandra looked at him incredulously.
"Think about it. He loves it when you're a bad girl, and that's what I'm asking you to be. He loves for you to let go and have fun and allow yourself some pleasure. That's what I'm asking you to do. So..." His hand now slipped down and up the inside of her thigh. "Take your panties off and give them to me."
Cassandra's eyes met his, and lingered on them. She smiled, glanced around, then reached down and slipped her dress up around her thighs, hooked her fingers into the waistband, lifted her butt a bit, and scooted her panties down. She slipped them to her knees, and leaning forward, down, over her feet, and then she sat back, pulling her dress beneath her bottom and smoothing it out. She turned to Garreth, leaned over his lap, and dropped her panties into his open satchel on the other side of him. "They're all yours," She said, leaning forward, their noses almost touching. "Keep them. My husband will buy me more."
Garreth looked down between them to the small black leather pouch resting on the cushion between them and unzipped it. He reached in and brought out what appeared to be two silver balls, each two inches in diameter, connected by what appeared to be a black rubber cord. Both balls hung from the same leather strapping, which ended in what looked like a silver ring. Garreth reached into the pouch and produced a small bottle of KY, flicked it open, and poured it on each of the silver balls, coating them in a glaze. "Lean back," he ordered.
Cassandra did, never taking her eyes off him.
"Pull your dress up."
Cassandra looked around the room. No one was looking. Was it possible they didn't know what was happening in this corner booth? She should say no. But she wanted to say yes. But Stephen would be back any minute. So she should put Garreth off. Or maybe just let him go ahead? Before Stephen comes back? She closed her eyes, and breathing deeply, grasped the hem of her dress and slowly slipped it up to her hips. She felt one of Garreth's hands grip her knee and slowly open her legs, first one, then the other, leaving her thighs bare and spread wide beneath the table. Then she felt his right hand slide between her legs.
Cassandra gasped and looked at him, flushed and hot, when she felt the cool silver of the ben wa ball press against the outer petals of her pussy. It felt large, the size of a lime, almost, and her breath caught as she felt her sex open up and swallow it, seemingly all at once.
"That's one..." Garreth said with a wolfish grin. His fingers probed... and then the second ball was pressing into her tender folds. "That's two," he said as the second ball sank inside her.
Cassandra suddenly snapped her legs shut, pulling her skirt down, and as she did, the felt both orbs sink deeper inside her. Grinding. Nudging. It was excruciatingly arousing.
Garreth leaned forward again, kissing her neck between whispered words. "Now...That is our little secret... and when the three of us go back upstairs... you're going to invite your husband to see what we just did... and pull those from you... and by then... you are going to be so aroused from having them inside you... that you are going to beg both of us to fuck you senseless."
