What's For Dessert

I wanted to see how far he’d let me go after massaging his appreciative package under the table until it strained against the fabric of his slacks. I then wanted to take it a step further and unzipped his fly after I peeked around the table to see if anyone was any the wiser and then to his face to see his eyes indifferent if not daring me. I was already famished from feeling it grow under my tutelage, so I reached into his pants and briefs and pulled it out for a walk. We continued talking over dinner like any other time, but dessert was under the table for a change. His cock was so thick and hard that it would have been scraping gum from under the table if it weren’t so heavy. My eyes darted around the room as I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible because, even though I was super turned, I was even more possessive and didn’t want anyone eyeballing my dessert. I was torn between my unwarranted jealousy and the unadulterated heat of the moment, but when I think about what he does to me, I felt justified in my selfishness, but keep his cock out just the same. I’m barely able to get my fingers around it as I stroke his length like I was rubbing his thigh. My pussy was watering as much as my mouth and my mind was completely somewhere else when my girlfriend had to ask me repeatedly if I needed to go to the restroom. I thought to myself that I needed a mop because my panties were pretty much a full sponge and smiled and shook my head yes while fumbling impossibly to put his cock back. Finally, I had to give up and eyeballed him all bug-eyed while he just sat there with his smug smirk, and I pushed back my chair, making sure that the tablecloth skirt still covered my dessert. As we walked to the bathroom, my girlfriend asked what was wrong with me because I looked flustered, and I told her I’d fill her in while she tinkled, and I sopped up.

In the little restaurant bathroom, I told her what mischief I was up to and her brows arched, but her eyes nearly jumped out of her head when I pulled her hand between my thighs to show her how wet I was. Her fingers lingered on my heated, damp mound before she slid one under the edge of my panties and dipped it into very dangerous waters. I told her that she’d better be careful because it was loaded, but her mind was already gone as she pulled me close to her on the throne and licked her flavored fingers before pulling my panties to the side and pushing her finger back up inside me again. I found myself begging her to fuck me because I knew there was no way I was going to make it through the rest of the night of drinks and dancing if she didn’t. She obliged eagerly and made real short work of me as I came quickly filling her hand, and she licked her fingers again before wiping herself and telling me I owed her. When we got back to the table, my husband looked at me inquisitively, wondering what had taken us so long, and he probably noticed that we were both flustered as I scooted my chair back in and checked his package. I was disappointed that he had put him away, and I pouted in his ear asking him why, and he reminded me that he was more a grower than a shower, and after I left them, the stage fright made him shy away, so he had to pull the curtains closed. He then nodded his head at my girlfriend and asked what took us so long, with a knowing smirk on his face, and we both looked over at her to see her still all flustered, and she returned a frustrated look when she saw us staring. I mouthed thank you, but you could tell that she had a bigger payback in mind as she smiled and stroked her husband’s package under the table. I thought if I looked anything like she did, I wasn’t nearly as inconspicuous as I’d hoped. The rest of the night, you could tell a fever was spreading like wildfire across our whole party of friends. We all danced to burn off some of the steam, but the more we drank, the more abandoned we became until we all decided to retire to our suites in the hotel.

We had an adjoining suite with my tricky-fingered girlfriend and her husband, and we decided one more nightcap in our room couldn’t hurt. We popped a bottle of champagne, and then my girlfriend decided to overshare our bathroom antics from earlier, causing her husband to have an epiphany, finally understanding what had instigated his wife’s behavior. Then my girlfriend turned it up a notch and stated that I owed her, and she sat down on the chase and spread her long chocolate thighs, pulled her panties over, and patted her beautiful nether lips to collect her debt. Everyone was taken aback as we looked back and forth at each other and then back at her to see her pat her kitty again and call out, “Here-kitty kitty”. I looked back and forth between our husbands, and they both just shrugged their shoulders and nodded as if mentally prodding me in her direction like I better not keep her waiting. They sat down at the little dinette while my body got possessed by hunger, and I dropped to all fours and crawled over in between her thighs. Chocolate is my favorite flavor, and I love to eat her right out of the carton, and this time, I did it with an audience. Her pussy is so pretty and only the taste of her can surpass it and when she pulled herself taut between two fingers, I couldn’t help but gorge myself until her juices ran down under her perfect chocolate thighs like milky white melted vanilla ice cream down the cone. I concur when they say the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Her moans were driving my hips to roll and she pulled my skirt up over my ass and pushed my panties down my thighs before she spread me like the opening house curtains on stage while pulling my face tighter into her and crushing her delicious flower. I felt so exposed and couldn’t care, but when I felt a large hand on my hip, I jumped and tried to turn to see, but she held my face firm between her petals and begged me not to stop. She even poured champagne over her heated mound and ordered me to drink and be merry. When a glorious cock did begin to split me, it cut through me like a hot knife through butter because I was already so wet and when it filled me so completely and drove me forward resoundingly, my cries came out muffled by my delicious dessert. He drove me just hard enough that my face plunged against her pussy until we both were crying out in orgasm. She then pulled me up for a sumptuous kiss and thanked me before she told me that she needed some big cock too.

I pouted as my eyes followed her to where her husband was still sitting and stroking his glorious manhood before she straddled him, impaling herself most fortuitously. I looked behind me to see my husband also temporarily distracted until I threw it back at him hard enough that my ample bottom pushed against him knocking him back to the business at hand, or should I say the cock in me? He turned to me, smiled, grabbed both of my hips hard, and buried himself hard enough to make me squeal with happiness. While he layered my orgasms I became hypnotized by watching her husbands beautiful cock drill into my girlfriend’s pretty pink pussy while her layered climaxes also painted his dark oil drill in creamy white oil and wondered if I was in heaven or hell, but I figured heaven because there probably wouldn’t be any orgasms in hell. I was drunk on the chorus of deep, throaty masculine growls as my girlfriend and I sang in sinful backup, the thick smell of our sex in the room, and with all abandon out of the way, we were all expressing our love. The way she was riding him and the view it permitted me made me think about how my husband always says that he wished I could see from his perspective, and I get it now. Every time she sat down on his cock just happen to match the rhythm of my spanking and our crescendo built just the same. Her building orgasm was cheering mine on and watching her husband finally strike the mother-load, and the way she shattered and shuttered while straddling him will haunt my wet dreams for years to come. She dismounted and blew me a kiss before she dragged her man into their room just as I, too, was shattering and looked back to see my delicious husband’s face as he noticed. Seeing me paint his cock in orgasm gave him the green light that he most often waits for and watching the sweet anguish in his cum-face made me do it again. Exhausted, he fell back with a thud on the carpet and a slap as his sated cock hit his stomach and I too sprawled out and rolled over to catch my breath and mentally capture as much of what happened so that I could share this with you. 

Happy Hump Day!