Chapter 4. Dining Out... and Swallowing.
I decided I couldn't wait until Friday and I had an open afternoon at work on Thursday, so I called Cindy in the morning and told her to call Sam about lunch. I wanted them both to meet me at the Italian restaurant in the mall between our home and office. I told her that she and Sam were to wear skirts with light colored blouses and were forbidden from wearing bras and panties. She giggled.
She was happier than she had been in a while. After admitting her desire to be dominated, we had played at it for the first time last weekend. After that, even without the domination, she had been insatiable all week. As soon as I got home, she would greet me in the nude and attack me. The last two nights she had immediately given me a blowjob, and then after dinner we fucked like rabbits until we were exhausted. Did I mention that I was deliriously happy, too? No need.
I got to the restaurant at 11:45, the reservation was for 12:00, but the table was ready so they showed me to the table. It was near the back, set up against the wall and was a small semi-circular booth. I sat on one side and waited for my ladies. When they showed up I wasn't disappointed. Cindy had worn a short plaid skirt that was about mid-thigh and a white button down blouse. It was almost the school girl look and I could just make out her areolas showing through the material. Sam had worn a calf-length peasant skirt that had a slit in the side and a thin dressy t-shirt. When she came in and the air-conditioning hit her, I could see her nipples extend immediately. They looked scrumptious.
I rose to meet them and greeted Sam first. "Hello, gorgeous." I managed to get a slight blush out of her with that. "You get in first and sit in the back." Then I turned my attention to Cindy and gave her a quick kiss. "Hello, my sweet wife. How are you today?"
"I'm great!" Cindy grinned and sat down next to Sam. I sat on the other side of the semi-circle so that Sam was between us.
"Should we have some wine?" I asked them both.
"Yes!" Cindy responded immediately.
"I'm not sure. I have to go home and fix dinner for Bill tonight. I usually cook a big meal on Thursdays." Sam said. I could see she was wondering what was going to happen this afternoon. She had followed my directions on the manner of dress, but the dress was a little longer than I wanted.
"No problem. It's only noon. You can handle a little wine. I'll call Bill later and tell him if you can't get home to fix him dinner."
She voiced no further objections so I ordered a bottle of wine, and then we ordered our lunch. As soon as the waitress was gone I said to Cindy. "Unbutton some more buttons. I want to see some cleavage!" Another one of my fantasies that I thought would always remain a fantasy was to make my wife flash a little. She had voiced the same desires this week for the first time, and I thought I would start working on this.
Cindy laughed and immediately opened three buttons. Now her blouse was open to the middle of her breasts and you could see her cleavage. I could see Sam checking it out.
"You like her breasts, Sam?" As soon as I asked that, she blushed again and looked down. "Don't worry. They are, after all, fabulous tits." My wife beamed and made sure she sat up straight. "They are really firm and the nipples are fantastic. Go ahead, feel them!"
Sam hesitated, but she looked directly at Cindy's tits and Cindy pushed her chest out a little.
"Sam, what did I just order you to do?" She started to reach for Cindy's tits.
"No, first tell me what I said. Then do it."
"You told me to feel Cindy's tits."
"Good girl. Now do it, but not for too long. We don't want Cindy to get too carried away."
Cindy chuckled at that, and Sam reached over and stuck her left hand into Cindy's blouse, feeling her right breast. She squeezed the entire thing and then ran her fingers across the nipple as she withdrew her hand. Cindy moaned a little and both her nipples hardened and poked out against her blouse.
Just then the waitress brought lunch. Sam jerked her hand back and looked away. The waitress put the plates on the table and when she met my eyes she smirked. She must have seen what was going on. I just smiled. When she walked away, I checked her out more closely; a little chunky, but nice tits and ass. She was wearing a white shirt and black skirt. It seemed that that was the standard restaurant dress as everyone was in white on black. I leaned over a little to watch her go and Cindy followed my eyes. She smiled at me.
"See something interesting, sir?" She got into her sub role very quickly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. That waitress seemed to know what was going on over here and I think she likes it."
Sam looked a little stricken. "I don't want her to think that I'm a slut!"
"Sam... Sam." I turned to her and patted her hand on the table. "You are a slut, my dear. My personal little slut."
She looked at me a little shocked, her mouth open. Then she closed her mouth, lowered her eyes, and said, "Yes, sir."
"Sam, look at me." She raised her eyes and looked at me. "Sam, after the other night, I thought being controlled like this turned you on and it was something you liked. Are you not turned on right now? Aren't you enjoying this?"
"Yes, sir." She lowered her eyes again. "I like it." She hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's humiliating and scary, and I sometimes want to protest against it, but at the same time, I want you to make me do it. I can't really explain it, even to myself; except that I want you to make me do things that I'm uncomfortable with and sometimes humiliate me. I find that even when I'm scared and humiliated, I'm so turned on that I get soaking wet." She put her hands over her face. "What's happening to me?"
"Nothing's happening to you." I tried to calm her fears. I put my hand on one of her hands and Cindy put hers on the other as we soothed her fears. "There are people like this all over the world, and just because you are a little different from the boring folks doesn't make you a bad person. It just means that other things turn you on."
She looked up at me, with a pleading look. "Really? It's okay?" I couldn't believe how innocent and naïve she seemed.
"Yes, Sam, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Some people like dark beer and some like wheat beer, and some don't like beer at all. It's the same with sex and everything else. Everyone is different and that's what makes the world interesting and exciting!"
She managed a little smile. "Okay, thanks... I think."
After we had finished our food, I decided to turn up the heat by making her more uncomfortable. "So tell me Sam, did you like it when Cindy kissed you and swapped Bill's cum with you last Saturday?"
She didn't raise her lowered eyes, just meekly said. "Yes."
"Have you ever had any experiences with a woman before?"
"No." Sam said it quickly, but the way her eyes started to look up at me and by the surprise on her face, I could tell that maybe that wasn't the complete truth."
"C'mon, Sam. You can tell Cindy and me. After all, we're all fuck buddies here."
She hesitated, glancing at Cindy, who was grinning widely, then me, and then around the nearby vicinity.
"It was when I was in college. My roommate and I were out bar-hopping. She met this guy and we were all drinking heavily. When we got back to the room, I kind of stayed out of the way because I could tell that she wanted to... you know... fuck the guy. They were just getting ready to have sex when he got sick and ran into the bathroom and threw up. That kind of killed the mood for them and he staggered out of our place to go home. My roommate came back and said she was still very horny. I didn't say anything, but then she was suddenly cuddling up to me in bed. She started running her hands all over me, and I was drunk and horny, too. The next thing I know, she is going down on me. The next morning I woke up and we both acted like it didn't happen. We never did anything like that again."
"Did you have an orgasm from her?"
"Yes." I could barely hear her answers.
"Did you return the favor?"
