James glanced down at his watch. "Almost half five," he replied.
Anne gave an approving nod and glanced at the GPS on the dashboard. "Good," she said, reassured by its assertion they had only twelve minutes to go. "I really don't want us to be late."
They had been on the road for an hour as they made their way to the address they'd been given. The couple they were driving to meet, and the dinner date they'd arranged, had all been agreed some weeks before.
They'd met online through their shared love of art. Sarah had been the first to contact them, followed by her husband Ryan, and the stilted conversation that began with text messages had soon flowed easily and comfortably in the subsequent video calls as both couples relaxed and warmed to each other.
There had been an unspoken understanding, given the site on which they'd met, of how the night might develop but no details were discussed and nothing had been promised.
And for Anne and James that had proven a greater thrill. Over the past fortnight, the pair had fantasied about tonight and shared those fantasies during their lovemaking; pleasuring their minds with anticipation as they pleasured their bodies with each other.
"Here," said James as they turned into the quiet residential street and the car slowed. "Number sixty-nine". The tension broke as the pair smiled at the address, then Anne switched off the engine and they sat for a moment in the quiet car.
"Ready?" asked James at last.
Anne looked at him and smiled. "Ready. Let's go have dinner."
Ryan and Sarah greeted them at the door; he was dressed in smart-casual attire and she wore an elegant dress that hugged her voluptuous figure.
James and Anne were similarly dressed, and both couples took a moment to appraise the other's partners. Neither woman wore a bra and, whilst Ryan's eyes ran over Anne's stylish evening gown, James' eyes flicked from Sarah's radiant smile to the outline of her nipples that were just visible beneath the fabric.
The ladies returned the admiring glances, basking equally in the thrill of being admired as they did in admiring the figure of the other's man.
"Come in, come in," said Sarah with another smile, breaking the tension. "Can I get you both some wine before dinner?"
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From entree to dessert, the dinner was excellent.
In keeping with etiquette, Anne and James sat on one side of the table with Ryan and Sarah on the other such that each person faced the other's partner.
Ryan, a trainee chef, had prepared a medley of small, light courses that delighted the eye as much as the tongue, and the conversation and wine flowed freely as the couples shared their love of art; from Titian to Turner, Correggio to Caravaggio, they discussed the works that inspired and delighted them.
As the evening wore on, and the wine took effect, their talk inevitably turned toward the erotic. Waterhouse was praised in glowing terms by Sarah, who felt the abduction of Hylas to be an act of sexual empowerment on the part of the nymphs whilst Anne, explaining her pleasure in the unashamed drawings of Klimt, extended a hand under the table to stroke Ryan's inner thigh.
Sarah listened intently as she sat opposite James, her naked foot extended beneath the table and teasing his growing cock.
The veneer of sophistication, spurred on by the excess of wine and increasingly filthy talk, was beginning to slip. The two couples, educated and cultured, were delighting in the knowledge that beneath it all they were filthy, horny animals with sex on their minds.
"On the subject of female pleasure," said James when Anne had finished describing Klimt's images of women masturbating. "Are you familiar with the work of Hokusai?"
"You mean the Great Wave?" asked Sarah, momentarily confused why James had upset the sexual flow of the evening.
Anne, who was now stroking Ryan's bulge beneath the table, smiled with familiarity. "He doesn't mean the Great Wave," she said. "He's talking about 'Tako to Ama'".
"The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife," translated James with his own smile. Then he drew his phone from his pocket. "Excuse this at the dinner table," he said, calling up the image on his browser. Then he placed the device down and slid it across to Sarah. "Here."
There was a pause as Sarah's eyes widened. "Oh," she breathed as she drank in the image, her heart quickening. Unconsciously, her foot beneath the table returned to teasing James' manhood which - under the twin pleasures of the image they were viewing and Sarah's touch - throbbed.
With the production of Hokusai's image, the conversation faltered completely. Now the need for manners was abandoned, etiquette discarded.
James reached under the table to free his straining cock then gave a sigh as Sarah extended her other foot to grasp it firmly and began to slowly pump.
On her side, Anne had already released Ryan from his trousers and was tugging at him in long, lustful strokes. Almost in unison Ryan and James extended their hands to their respective partners, their fingers snaking under the evening dresses to tease the wet, warm mounds, eliciting moans and sighs from the women.
The room began to get noticeably hotter as the two couples enjoyed the foreplay in a continuous ring of pleasure; James teasing Anne's pussy whilst she pumped Ryan's cock as he toyed with Sarah whilst she played with James.
Their breathing became heavier now as they approached release and the two women fumbled at the tops of their dresses, pulling their breasts free before returning to pleasure each other's partner. James, his fingers slick with wetness, dipped into Anne's pussy as he leaned over to flick a tongue over her now exposed nipple. She sighed at his touch.
Sarah was the first to cum as her husband's fingering drove her over the edge. She slumped back into her chair and her eyes rolled back as her feet firmly grasped James' throbbing cock. "Oh fuck," she breathed.
Then it was Anne's turn. Beneath the furious movements of James' fingers in her pussy and his tongue on her erect nipple she let out a long moan. Her hand grasped Ryan's cock tightly as her orgasm took over, then she began to pump furiously as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
"I think," said Ryan, "this table is in the way. Let's take this to the living room."
