Chapter Seven - Dinner, Dip and Depravity
"There you are. You're already two drinks behind!"
Stephanie was in a giddy move as I joined the others out on the deck. It had been warmer and sunnier than expected today, so Lisa had decided we'd eat outside.
"If it gets chilly, we can turn on that propane heater," Tyler said. "I'm seeing a lot of skin on you ladies, so don't be shy about asking."
Indeed, our three female companions looked stunning, with Stephanie in her little black dress that accentuated her perfect breasts and Gigi in a emerald strapless bodycon dress that would easily slip down, and up, if needed later.
Lisa was especially alluring. in a pair of tight leather pants and an open black satin jacket. She was wearing nothing underneath, and she was exposing a lot of side boob every time she moved.
"I'm making Limoncello spritzes and Bellinis," Gigi announced. "Of course, you can be really boring and just have a Bud Light, but I'll hold it against you forever."
"You're very good at upselling," I told her. "A Bellini sounds good."
"Sorry to be so late with the food," Aaron said, bringing an antipasto platter out from the kitchen. "I was a little distracted by my sous chef."
"And to think I have to put up with her all the time," Tyler lamented. "At least she's wearing something above her waist tonight."
"Fuck off, Tyler," Lisa responded. "I'm always dressed appropriately. At least until you make me strip."
"Some nights, it's a miracle we get anything ready for dinner," her husband added.
"I hope we're not cramping your style," I observed.
Aaron returned with a couple more trays. "This one is arancini, and of course this is bruschetta. I gotta come clean here. I had my staff do a lot of the prep work before we came up. I just put the finishing touches on it."
"What's that I smell on the barbecue?" I asked him.
"It's a lamb leg stuffed with feta, spinach and a few secret ingredients that Aaron wouldn't divulge, even when I flashed my boobs," Lisa joked.
"It's going to be great," I said. "Let's toast, to good friends and good times!"
"And more debauchery after dinner," Tyler chimed in.
"You weren't making naughty videos again today, were you?" Stephanie inquired.
"I wish I had," Tyler answered. "But you ladies just wore me out. I kinda crashed there for a while after Lisa made me fuck her in the shower before dinner."
"Completing the trifecta, as it were," I said. "Good thing there wasn't another couple here today. I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I would have had it in me."
"But there will be a new couple joining us tomorrow," Lisa said. "I'm guessing my daughter and her new boyfriend will keep to themselves, but we're going to have to behave ourselves for once. At least for the new guy's sake," she added, staring wickedly at me.
The sexy banter continued and Gigi kept our glasses full, keeping up with the rest of us as she went along. After a while, Aaron announced that the lamb was ready, and Lisa started clearing the the plates.
"Here, let me help you," I offered. "I feel like I do sweet fuck all when I'm here. At least let me carry some of this stuff back to the kitchen."
I followed her in, and after we both placed our trays on the counter, I approached her from behind and cupped her naked breasts under her jacket.
"You like?" she asked.
"I love it. You look so fucking hot tonight."
"Well, I figured I had to do something to get the men to pay any attention me. I don't have your wife's boobs, and don't get me started on Gigi's."
"You know what they say.....size doesn't matter. It's all about proportion, and your body is perfect," I responded.
"You should talk to my husband. He thinks he's King of the World with that massive dick of his, but sometimes, a woman needs more than that." She rubbed her ass against my hardening cock as I continued toying with her nipples.
"Next time you feel like sexting me, I hope you're wearing this," I said. "But I get what you're saying. I hate this "nice guy" image I seem to have cultivated with you ladies. However, If I've learned anything over the years — especially since I've been with Stephanie — you have to treat women with some respect if you want to have a real relationship."
"You mean if you want to fuck her brains out," Lisa responded.
"That too," I said, as I continued to fondle one breast, but lowered my other hand to rub her crotch.
"Mmmm, that feels so good, baby. I might just have to bring this jacket back to the city with me and put it on when we hook up. That is if you're not spending all your spare time with my slut daughter."
Before I had time to protest, Aaron brought the lamb into the kitchen.
"I'm going to let it rest for a few minutes before I carve it. Lisa, can you uncover the Caprese salad and slice the ciabatta? As for you, bus boy," he said to me, "if you can stop feeling up the sous chef, could you please take these wine glasses out?"
"Hey, no need to go all Gordon Ramsay on him," Lisa laughed. "How do you know I didn't start it?"
"Of that I have no doubt," our chef replied. "Anyway, Tyler's already brought the wine out — it's a very nice Chianti Classico to keep with our Italian theme — and by the time he's filled the glasses, I'll be out with the food.
When I went back outside with the glasses, Stephanie was nowhere in sight. But she returned momentarily with our well-used and much beloved candelabra. "It was getting a bit dark, and I thought this would add to the mood," she said.
"It certainly helped us last night," I said, at the same time kicking myself for not taking the time to properly view the dozens of sexy photos I'd taken of my wife.
I lit the candles while Tyler poured the wine. Lisa emerged with the salad and bread basket, while Aaron followed close behind with the platter of lamb, which appeared perfectly done.
"Dig in," he said. "I know lamb isn't everyone's first choice, but I sell a lot of this at the restaurant, so I must be doing something right."
