Training Day 2 The Dinner Guest

I was fresh off my appointment from my last training sessions and my head was still reeling. As my driver held the door for me, I easily slid onto the backseat. I don't think he was any the wiser from what appointment he was picking me up from, but he might look at me awkwardly, if he only knew. We went straight home, as I only had a few hours before my husband would be home from the airport. I was having a nice dinner catered, so I could surprise him. I hired a home chef to grill us steak and lobster tails and surely, I would be dessert. Oh my...

I drew a nice hot bath to help me relax and go over the evening's events in my head. I certainly wouldn't be like the appointment I had earlier, or would it? I took extra care doing hair and make-up and slipping into something black and slinky, his favorite. I pulled my hair into a loose knot, to give him something to play with or at least unravel. I also made sure clean sheets were on the bed, his favorite candles were on the dresser and his favorite playlist was queued up on the smart speaker. He loved light jazz.

I heard the limo pull into the driveway. The home chef was ready with dinner and I was probably ready too. I greeted him in the portico by the car, but I didn't recognize his driver. He normally uses the same driver, who knows his favorite scenic drives on the way home. These distractions help him relax after a long day. I asked him at the door, as he ravished me with long deep kisses, and he said his driver had already made plans for a well-deserved vacation. This driver was tall, dark and quite muscular. He was quite striking with a smart-looking shaved head, a tailored black suit and a crisp white shirt. My hair stood up on the back of my neck. It was another hot day in Florida, but I think I was sweating a bit more than usual. My husband was quick to gush over how pretty I looked and just hope he didn't see me give his drive a second glance. This guy was HOT!

I took my husband's hand and lead him into the house and his driver headed to the trunk for his bags. As we entered the house the rich smells from the grill were amazing. I introduced him to the home chef, Lucas, a culinary student from the local university. And Lucas greeted us in the entry with a taster plate of beautiful canapes and a glass of deep red wine. Lucas was also eye-candy and I was still perspiring from meeting Ben the driver, just a minute earlier. My husband told Ben to take the bags to the bedroom at the top of the stairs and we headed to the dining room.

Dinner was both a visual and sumptuous treat. I really couldn't have been happier as Lucas catered to our every need... trading the meal courses, filling our glasses and finally serving us rich, homemade pistachio ice cream with thin crispy cookies. Lucas was very professional and stayed to make sure the kitchen was clean and everything was put away. Over dinner my husband told me about his trip to Budapest for a long business deal and I stared longingly at him. I knew already I was wet and I could smell my own scent which brewed under my napkin on my lap. Every now and again I remembered several of the day's appointment highlights including that gut wrenching enema. I'm not sure I'll volunteer for that again, ever. Lest we forget that I was neatly shaven for my evening's activity. I know he'll be pleased.

I rose from the table and I walked to the other end to take his hand. He pulled me down to his mouth and we traded more deep wet kisses. I had missed him so much and I knew it would be a special night. This truly had been weeks in the making. I could still hear Lucas in the kitchen as we started to take the stairs. I knew he could find his way out. He had a van in the portico, he was paid and could leave when he was finished.

We slowly took the stairs, stopping at increments to kiss and to pull at each other's clothes. We ditched our shoes at the bottom tread and he began whispering to me and running his fingers through my loose bun, pulling clips and pins, casually tossing them on the stairs. By the time we got to the top, my hair was flowing down my back. This truly was passionate, as he pinched, prodded and kneaded my breasts. I was REALLY wet and I wouldn't need any encouragement. I missed him so much this week. I purposely communicated little with him, to get him hot and bothered. He whispered that I was naughty by not replying to him on text and even missed a phone call or two, which was totally out of character.

As we hit the door, he was taking down my zipper and easing the straps from my shoulders. He spun me around and kissed me deeply and glided my dress onto the floor in the doorway. Much to my surprise, Ben was sitting in the bedroom in our reading area. My husband said "Baby, Ben is going to join us tonight and I'm going to sit here and watch while he pleasures you first". You must know that I was gob smacked. There was a tall, dark man in my bedroom who was here to have sex with me? Ben rose from the chair and reached for me. He instantly stepped in for a passionate kiss as my husband's hands slipped from me and he took Ben's place on the chair which overlooks our bed. Trust me, I was overwhelmed but my box was raging from lack of attention his whole week, except for this morning's adventure at the clinic. I was not protesting.

Ben's hands were all over me. His hands deftly unhooked bra and it fell to the floor. I could see my husband from the corner of my eye, but Ben kept turning my head away from him and he demanded "All eyes on me" and I complied. He pulled my hands from my sides and guided them to his shirt buttons and asked me to help him. One by one every button fell away, exposing a smooth muscular chest. I'm not sure how this was happening, but it was... a strange man in my bedroom and being watched by my husband. Ben caressed my breasts, encircling them with soft smooth hands. He then slid his hands down my back and across my ass, grabbing a huge handful with strength and power, practically lifting me off the floor. I was truly on fire for this strange man in my private bedroom.

Ben took my hands and guided me towards the bed. The bamboo sheets were soft and cool against my skin as he lifted me towards the center. He was silent as he rolled my lace panties over my hips and tossing them to my husband, all the while planting soft kisses down my belly. He pushed my hands above my head and asked that I not take them down. I'm a very tactile person and it would be sheer madness not to touch him. I was laid bare before him. He stepped away from the bed as he slowly finished undressing, deliberating taking his time. I was in agony. I could feel myself leaking and my smell was intoxicating.

As Ben undressed, I could see my husband behind him in the large soft swivel chair. He was very relaxed as Ben about to pleasure his wife, truly a milestone in our relationship. While we dated, we had teased about hosting another in our bedroom but there seemed to be no reality in the conversation but clearly he was paying attention. I had even spoken about characteristics in men... and every box was checked. A large well endowed, muscular black male with a shaved head. Ben was to the letter about what I fantasized about during that conversation over a year ago. And as Ben approached the bed, this well endowed man was about to have his way with me. My eyes must have looked like saucers. He spoke softly and asked if I had been naughty and I readily nodded. I said "very". No other words were necessary.

I could barely see my husband as Ben's body could have blocked out the sun, but I did see my husband rise and start to remove his clothes as he stared at us. I also saw him taking pictures of us. I was enthralled that I would have pictures to review later. I'm not sure what I'd do with them but I'd love to see Ben fuck me, just like dreamed about. The imagery couldn't be hotter, but living it was entirely different. Ben softly kissed the full length of my legs as he parted my thighs. He was kissing all around my shaven mound. I wondered if he could smell me, when he slowly drew in a deep breath and he said "I smell your sweet kitty", "I could smell it when you came in the door". He asked if I was wet for him. I grinned widely. It took everything I had not to reach down and touch him. And he calmly reminded me not to take my hands down. He knew.

As I could feel him exhale near my soft folds, both of his hands parted me. He was taking his time, teasing me with soft wet kisses, encircling my clit. I was in heaven with every kiss, inching towards my box. I slowly arched my back to meet his mouth. I let out a tiny mew as his mouth made contact with me. It's impossible that I didn't cum. His hot breath against me with wet kisses dancing over my hard clit was like magic. He was so skilled like a man twice his age. I was in rapture as his tongue danced over me, over and over. He told me that I could only use four words with him "Harder, Softer, Faster and Slower" and he asked me to repeat the four words and I softly spoke the words.

I felt my husband glide onto the bed above my arms. He rested against the headboard and took my hands into his and squeezed them gently. That squeeze told me that although there was a strange man in our bed that he was here for me, to protect me. My heart soared as his presence. Again, although it was his birthday, I truly was there for the gifts, one soft kiss at a time. Ben was there to service me in front of my husband. Ben took his time as I cooed his commands, "softer, slower" and then "harder, faster". There was no need for extra words. He was good listener. As I spoke the last syllable Ben slid his finger into my sopping wet kitty and with one smooth motion he reached my G-spot and began to gently stroke it. I could already feel it beginning to sweat. I needed release. He looked up at me and said, "You cannot cum until I tell you". The words rang hollow, but I complied reluctantly, squeezing my pelvic floor and he said "yes" in a long drawn-out breath. He said, "good girl" and my husband squeezed my hands softly. As Ben stroked my G-spot rhythmically, he continued to lick and tease my clit. This was such beautiful torture. This seem to last an eternity and my climax was building, actually both of them. My hips twitched and my toes was curled so hard that it hurt. My body was tense and he knew I needed release.

I moaned and I squirmed under him and he softly said, "You can cum now, cum for me baby" and within seconds a gushed an amazing orgasm. I writhed beneath him and I wailed his name. I crushed my hands into my husbands and bucked my hips wildly. The multiple orgasms came crashing in waves and I could feel myself squirting on Ben's face. There was now pool of juices forming under my ass. He softly said, "Let it all go" and I trust me, I did. I could hear kissing and lapping the juices. This really was seventh heaven in my book. My husband was at the head of our bed, holding my hands and stroking my hair and a stranger was at the foot of my bed with his head between my thighs. As I exhaled I saw a shadow behind Ben and Lucas stood there with a tray of drinks, waiting for us to finish. He asked, "Can I join you 'mam"? Everyone looked up...