Thursday Lunch, Then the Playroom
Thursday I left the dealership at eleven-thirty and drove to the Italian place on Sprague. Patti was already in a booth in the back, dark glasses off, a glass of red in front of her. She stood up when she saw me and kissed my cheek like we were just friends having lunch. Under the table, her knee found mine and stayed there.
We ordered. Talked about nothing first, her week, a car I’d just delivered, Roger’s surgery schedule. Then she leaned in.
“I keep thinking about Monday. Your mouth. You inside me.” She sipped her wine. “I told Roger. He asked if you and Tamra would come to dinner Saturday. Just the four of us. After dinner, the playroom. He wants it. I want it.”
“Toys?”
“Toys. The bench. Cuffs. Whatever people are in the mood for.” She watched my face. “Tamra too. With me. With him. You with both of us. That’s the invitation. You don’t have to decide the menu now. Just say yes or no to dinner.”
I said yes. I texted Tamra from the table: Saturday dinner at Roger and Patti’s. The four of us. Playroom after. Your call.
She wrote back before the pasta came. Yes. Tell them yes.
We ate. Paid and walked out, walked. Her Mercedes was at the far end of the lot, between a panel van and a wall. She unlocked it, looked around once, and said, “Get in the passenger seat. Please.”
I did. She didn’t start the car. She leaned across the console, unzipped me, and took my cock out like she’d been thinking about it through the whole lunch. Warm mouth, no teasing this time. She went straight down until her nose was in my hair and hummed the way she had on the bed. One hand on my shaft, the other cupping my balls.
I put my hand on the back of her head and let her work. Anyone walking past the van would have seen two people sitting in a car. That was it. Inside, she was sloppy and hungry, pulling off to lick the head, then swallowing me again. I lasted maybe three minutes.
“I’m close.”
She stayed on it and took every pulse, swallowing, then licking me clean before she tucked me back and zipped my pants. She sat up, wiped her mouth with a napkin from her purse, and smiled.
“Saturday. Seven. Don’t eat too much before you come.”
I drove back to work tasting red wine and her.
Saturday we dressed nicer than last time and left the kids with a sitter. Tamra was quiet on the drive, not angry, charged. “I keep picturing the playroom,” she said. “And her. I want to see what you see.”
Roger opened the door in slacks and an open collar. Patti in a black dress that didn’t need much underneath. Dinner was good and too long. We all knew where it was going. Wine, a little talk about work, then Roger stood up and said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
The playroom was behind a regular door off the hall. Inside it wasn’t regular. Padded bench in the middle. Eye bolts in the ceiling. A rack on the wall: cuffs, a collar, a few floggers, plugs, a prostate massager, dildos in two sizes, a coil of soft rope. Lube on a shelf. A low light that made everything look warmer than it was.
Roger locked the door. “House rule. Anybody says stop, it stops. Other than that, we play.”
Clothes came off without a speech. Patti’s little cock was already filling. Roger was thick, a little longer than me, heavy. Tamra looked at both of them and then at me, cheeks already pink.
Roger took Tamra to the bench first. Not rough, he cuffed her wrists to the sides, padded straps, her ass at the edge. Patti knelt between Tamra’s legs and licked her while Roger rolled a condom? No, Tamra shook her head when he reached for one. Open marriage, we’d already talked. He pushed into my wife slowly while Patti sucked Tamra’s clit. Tamra’s head went back. I stood close enough to watch Roger’s cock stretch her and Patti’s tongue working around the place they joined.
After a few minutes, Roger pulled out, shiny, and nodded at Patti. Patti climbed up over Tamra’s face. Tamra didn’t hesitate. She took that small uncut cock in her mouth and sucked while Roger fucked her again. I stroked myself and waited.
“Dick,” Roger said. “She’s wet enough for two if you want her mouth. Or you can have Patti.”
I went to Patti first. She was still straddling Tamra’s face. I got behind her, lubed my cock, and slid into her ass in one long push. She groaned around nothing, Tamra had her cock, and pushed back onto me. I could feel Tamra’s chin against my balls when I bottomed out. Roger was still in Tamra’s pussy, same rhythm, the four of us locked on that bench.
Patti came first, a little spurt Tamra swallowed. I held still until she finished shaking, then started fucking her in earnest. Roger watched my cock go in and out of his wife and didn’t look jealous. He looked hungry.
He pulled out of Tamra, uncuffed one wrist, and said, “Switch.”
Tamra sat up flushed, pussy wet, mouth wet. Roger put Patti on her back on the bench and cuffed her ankles wide. He fed his thick cock into Patti’s ass where I’d just been. I went to Tamra, sat in the chair, and pulled her into my lap facing me. She sank onto my cock, pussy first, and kissed me. She tasted like Patti.
“You like her,” Tamra whispered.
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Across the room, Roger was fucking Patti deep, one hand around her little cock, stroking it. Patti was saying, "Please, please, breed me"-the same words as Monday. He came in her with a groan and stayed planted. When he pulled out, cum leaked down onto the leather.
He looked at me. “Your turn with me, if you want it.”
I did. Tamra slid off me and went to Patti, licking Roger’s cum out of her ass, then sucking Patti’s small cock until Patti whimpered. I got on the bench on my back. Roger didn’t make a production of it. Lube, two fingers, then the head of that thick cock against my hole. I breathed out and took him. Stretch, pressure, that full feeling I chase. He fucked me steady while I watched Tamra and Patti sixty-nine on the floor beside us, Tamra on top, Patti’s tongue in my wife’s used pussy.
Roger reached down and stroked my cock in time with his hips. I didn’t last. I shot across my stomach, hole clamping on him. He kept going until he came again, not as much, deep in me. When he pulled out, I felt it run.
We didn’t stop on a schedule. Patti used a plug on Tamra while I recovered. Roger put the smaller dildo in Patti’s ass and made her suck me clean. Tamra asked for the cuffs again and got them, wrists only, while Patti fucked her with a strap we found on the rack, Patti wearing it over that little cock, the shaft rubbing Tamra’s clit while the toy worked her pussy. I stood at Tamra’s head and let her suck me half-hard. Roger watched, then took Patti from behind while Patti was still strapped to my wife.
By midnight, everybody had had the invitation the promise had. Me in Patti. Me taking Roger. Tamra taking Roger. Tamra with Patti’s mouth and Patti’s strap. Cum on the bench, on thighs, in two asses and one pussy.
We cleaned up in the big shower, four people, not talking much, soft towels. Water running. Patti leaned against me and said, “Next time you don’t have to wait for a Saturday.”
Roger handed me a drink in the kitchen after we dressed. “You’re both welcome. That’s not a line.”
Tamra drove home. Halfway there she put her hand on my leg.
“I liked her cock in my mouth,” she said, plain. “I liked watching him fuck you. Don’t make it weird in the morning.”
“I won’t.”
At home I reclaimed her the way I always do, slow, tasting whoever was still on her. She didn’t stop me. She pulled my hair and came quiet so we wouldn’t wake the house.
Sunday breakfast was eggs and coffee and the kids talking about cartoons. Under the table, Tamra’s foot found mine. Patti’s number was still in my pocket. Saturday already felt like it wasn’t going to be the last time.
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