I watched with hungry eyes as my wife of ten years stripped off her work clothes. She saw me in the mirror as she pulled off her bra, and I stood up to stand behind her. My arms reached around and grabbed her luscious tits, and she sighed.
"We don't have time for that, Brian. We need to get ready for dinner with the Moores."
It was my turn to sigh. We hadn't had sex in a few days and I really wanted an opportunity to relieve some of the pressure. "Come on, just a quickie before we go?"
"No, Brian. Go on, get dressed." She turned out of my grasp and started looking through her clothes. Damn Linda Moore for inviting us over for dinner!
Matt and Linda Moore were acquaintances that Sara and I had met at our weekly brewpub trivia night. Eventually we became a team, and played every Friday night. This week, however, the trivia master was on vacation, so Linda had invited us over for dinner at her house. We'd never seen Matt or Linda outside of the brewery, but Linda had asked us to "dress up". The address was in a nice part of town, so Sara and I took that instruction literally.
I pulled up my slacks as I watched Sara slide into her little black dress. "No underwear?" I asked.
"I can't with this dress, the lines are too visible. At least you'll be horny all dinner knowing I'm not wearing anything under my dress!" She was right about that!
I put on a silk button up shirt while she did her hair and makeup. At 34, she was still sexy as hell, and it took all my willpower not to bend her over the desk and fuck her right there. I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through dinner, but I knew that if she didn't let me fuck her when we got home, I was going to explode.
We rang the doorbell right at 7PM, and Matt let us in. The house was more of a mansion; not even one of those McMansions that are big houses but built cookie-cutter style. This was a large custom-built quality home, clearly worth millions. I was surprised; I knew Matt and Linda were well off, but it appears they were actually quite rich. I wondered if Sara would invite them over to our place after seeing theirs, knowing we were obviously in a different wealth class. I did come in a nice Mercedes GLC, so unless they saw our home they might not realize how much wealthier they were then us.
The dinner was amazing, and I was surprised to see Linda did the cooking herself. With a house this large I expected to see servants around, but I didn't see any. I wasn't sure if they didn't have servants, or they just weren't working at the moment, and it didn't seem appropriate to ask. Our dinner conversation was smooth, just like if we were at the brewery, except we drank wine instead of beer. Matt and Linda kept the wine flowing, refilling glasses any time they were half empty. It was a very pleasant evening, and after dinner Matt invited us into the sitting room for more conversation and some cocktails.
Drinking my cocktail, I couldn't help but admit to myself that Linda and Matt were an exceptionally attractive couple. Linda had that slim athletic build that always turned me on, squeezed into a tight dress with a low neckline. I considered myself straight, but Matt was fit and muscular as well; he worked out and it showed.
As we drank our cocktails, the conversation turned in a more adult direction. This was new to us; we'd never had explicit conversations with the Moores at the brewery.
"I'm telling you, Matt's like a rabbit! He's always after it. Although with a body like yours, I'm sure Brian's always on your tail, too!" Linda giggled at her own words.
"Well, I mean," Sara stammered. "He does enjoy sex. He even tried to, you know, do me right before we came here. But I told him he'd have to wait."
"Oh, you naughty tease!" Linda put her hand on Sara's knee. "You're in control, aren't you? Is Brian your little sub?"
"Hey, wait a minute, I'm not a sub!" I interjected, but Linda shot me a glare immediately.
"Quiet, Brian, the ladies are talking. Let Sara answer the question." I sank further into my seat, defeated. I took a quick glance at Matt and saw him smirking at me.
Sara was beet red. "I don't know, we don't really do BDSM type things."
"But if you did, would Brian be the sub or the dom?"
Sara hesitated, and glanced at me. "I don't know, really."
Linda smiled as if she'd won something, but I couldn't tell what. "Well, maybe it's possible you're both submissive, and that's why you've never seen that side of him. Me, I'm a switch - I like to control someone, but my god do I absolutely love it when Matt bends me over and takes me hard without caring about my feelings in the slightest."
Sara gasped. "You mean he rapes you?"
"Rape, schmap. Is it really rape when I cum so hard? Matt's got permission to fuck me any time, any way he wants. I get off on not having any control over it. Isn't that right Matt?"
Matt took a sip of his cocktail. "Yes, honey. Do you think our guests want a demonstration?"
Sara quickly interrupted. "No no no, no demonstration necessary!" I certainly was interested in the demonstration, and wondered where this conversation would lead to.
"Alright, we'll save that for later," Linda laughed. "But a little surprise sex never fails to get us both off. How about you, Sara? Have you got a signature move to bring Brian to an instant orgasm?"
"I... I mean, we have sex and all, and he enjoys it. He always finishes."
"Yes, but what's your best trick in bed? Tonguing his balls? Finger in the butt? You gotta have some special skills. Don't tell me you're a chaste prude in the sack!"
Sara stammered. "We're quite good at sex, thank you very much!"
"Ha!" exclaimed Linda. "I don't believe it for a second."
"We are! We never fail to cum!" I was surprised at Sara's exclamation, partly because I've never seen her talk openly about sex, and partially because it wasn't exactly true. Sure, we both often orgasmed during sex, but not always. And most of our sex was missionary style, lights out, after we'd gone to bed.
"You think you're better at sex than I am, do you?" Linda mischievously taunted Sara.
"One hundred percent! If you knew how good I was, you'd be ashamed of yourself!"
"Okay, then, prove it."
"I'm not going to have sex with Brian in front of you!"
"Oh, no, honey, that wouldn't prove anything. I'm suggesting a wager of sorts, a way to know which couple can have better sex."
"How would that work?" I asked. "Aren't we all going to claim our sex is better, no matter what?"
"It's simple. Great sex requires two things - a woman needs to be able to provide intense pleasure, the kind that drives a man absolutely wild and makes him cum. But at the same time, great sex requires a man that can resist cumming, and continue to perform for a long time despite the amount of pleasure he's feeling, so that he can make the woman feel good."
"So? How can we measure those things?" I wasn't following Linda's proposal.
