Dinner and Then Some - Part 1

Author: Guess and Paris Waterman, Copyright 2002

Chapter 1

It was their fifteenth anniversary and Leigh wanted it to be a celebration. However, persuading her loving husband Michael to travel into the city beyond his practice and the never-ending series of lectures he gave weekly at the medical center and the nearby University was posing quite a problem for her.

She was just emerging from the shower. Glancing in the fogged mirror she saw a good-looking, light-brown-haired woman, perhaps thirty-five years of age looking directly at her. She walked into the bedroom still toweling her hair. Michael lay on the king-size bed waiting for her. His fat cock lolling on his belly.

He smiled at her and Leigh responded with one of her own. Then she did a slow pirouette.

"Like it?"

"Yes of course I like it. I always have and I always will."

His cock stirred as if awakening from a deep slumber.

"You're so sweet . . ." She giggled. "I see your friend is waiting for me."

Michael maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed and reached for her. Taking care not to hurt his testicles, Leigh sat on his lap.

He buried his face in the hollow of her throat and murmured, "You smell of soap, so fresh and ripe."

Leigh giggled like a schoolgirl as Michael nibbled at her ear and neck. Then she began to squirm.

"You're doing that on purpose," he said.

"Want to see how hard I can make you," she giggled.

"I'm so glad we met."

"And you made an honest woman of me too."

"The way you shop? I'm not so sure of that."

"What?"

"Still," he continued, ignoring her, "I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"Oh, Michael. I love you so much..."

They kissed, enjoying the ritual of exploring each other's mouth for the ten thousandth time.

A few minutes later, Leigh lay anxiously on her stomach, her legs wide apart, providing Michael with his favorite view of her body. He was languidly caressing the small of her back, working his way to her buttocks. Leigh shivered when his fingers lightly roamed around her twin globes, anticipating what was to come next. With the first touch of his tongue on her anus, she felt a rush of excitement from her toes to her clitoris to the tips of her breasts.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"

Her hands blindly sought out his head and her fingers twined themselves in his curly hair.

"Michael . . . ohhhhhhh, I love you...."

Then he was kissing his way up her back, lavishing wet kisses on her shoulderblades and the back of her neck. Leigh couldn't lie still any longer and sought his mouth with hers as Michael's hands roamed her body. Leigh thought his hands felt like vibrators, leaving little electronic stimulation's wherever they went. She was totally relaxed now. The kiss ended and he moved down her body, returning to her ass. Leigh sighed as Michael's hands drew the cleft of her ass apart.

"Your ass is so beautiful Leigh, my darling."

"You really like it Michael?"

"Oh, yes. I'm fascinated with it."

"Why?" She asked, knowing he loved to look at it, especially just after she'd washed it.

He didn't answer her instead he flicked his serpentine tongue along the tiny pleats of skin surrounding her anus.

Leigh groaned with pleasure. Then his tongue was exploring her tight anal channel, relentlessly probing as she writhed before him, sheets clenched tightly in her fists. When Michael ended his assault, Leigh raised her rump up high, presenting him with a more favorable view and he began anew, this time licking a wide swath from her anus to her mons before returning to her rectum again.

Leigh groaned in anticipation as his fingers feathered across her dampened labia, then ever so slowly, parted those delectable folds and entered her making lazy circles as they moved deeper.

Her hips responded, jerking in rhythm to his movements as if she were a puppet on a string. He continued licking her, listening carefully as Leigh's breathing rate increased dramatically.

"Jesus, Michael . . . that's unbelievably good."

"Anything for you lover."

"Make me come soon . . ."

"Soon, my love."

"Ohhhh, you're going to make me wait . . .?"

"Patience. Just think of all your friends."

"My friends?"

"Yeah, your friends. Every other Saturday night . . . they get five minutes of missionary-style grunting in the dark. While you get nibbled on for hours."

"Ohhhh," she wailed forlornly.

"Don't pout."

"I can't stand waiting."

"Bull! You've told Jenny about us. How you love the prolonged fucking I give you."

"No!"

"Yes! Why else would she mention that she just loves to be breathed on and nibbled during sex?"

"She told you that?"

"I'm not making it up."

"That bitch!"

"So, you did tell her."

"Well, maybe I hinted to her..."

"You damn well told her how I tease you."

"You're right, I did," she said contritely.

Michael slowly drew his finger from her pussy and held it up for Leigh's inspection. "See how you glisten on my finger."

"You're not going to...?"

But the finger was already circling around Leigh's puckered opening.

"Ohhhhhh."

His finger gently entered her ass. Leigh moaned each time he delved deeper into her. With his free hand Michael reached for the lubricant, the smell of fresh strawberries filed the room as he massaged it into her opening.

"Lift up for me."

Leigh raised her ass and pressed her head down into the pillow.

She grunted as he entered her. The pain if one could call it that was negligible, and soon he was deep inside her glorying in the tightness of her membranes clutching his cock. His strokes were long and slow at first, gliding easily in and out.

"Ah, you feel sooo good love," he whispered, then increased his pace, changing the angle of his thrust. He laughed when he felt Leigh's hand seeking out her clit and soon after he emptied himself into her anal channel.

After taking a brief moment to collect his breath, Michael moved silently over the mound of her belly to her second, smaller mound, decorated with light brown hair and spreading the wet labia apart began to flick his tongue over her swollen clitoris.

She felt her orgasm approaching and groaned, holding his head tightly against her.

Michael rolled her clit between his tongue and palate, the sweet pressure hastened her climax and when Michael began to suck on it while squeezing her breast, she came.

A few minutes later Leigh opened her eyes to find Michael hovering above her.

She smiled, and licked her lips. He kissed her lightly.

"Another?" He asked, his voice sounding husky and virile to her.

"Hmmmm? No, that was wonderful, thank you."

"Michael?"

"Yes dear?"

"You know our anniversary is coming up . . .?"

"And?"

"Oh, nothing. Forget about it."

"No, What is it?"

Leigh had always accepted the trials and tribulations of being married to a well-known plastic surgeon. Accommodating his rigid schedule meant little time for nights out in the city. But Michael had made the foolish mistake of asking what she really wanted to do this year. Now that the door had been opened, Leigh seized upon it.

"How about taking in a show and getting a bite to eat in the city? What do you say Michael?"

Michael somewhat distractedly looked at her, as she continued.

"You know, away from everything and everybody. Just the two of us, a wonderful idea, don't you think, dear?"

Seeing his expression, Leigh mentally clicked her heels in delight. 'A picture is worth a thousand words,' she thought, 'and his goes way beyond that. Got him!'

Michael, loving her as he did, could only muster a weak, "Wonderful idea Leigh, I can't wait. I'll make some calls in the morning."

Leigh smiled radiantly, knowing damn well he hated the idea, but she'd known he'd accede to her request. He really never could refuse her.

Several days later, their anniversary arrived. It was a perfect lazy fall evening, somewhat warm and humid for September. The clear night sky unveiled thousands of stars that shone brightly in the northern sky, and the oppressive humidity seemed lessened by the soft breeze blowing in from the nearby water.

Leigh, wearing a black negligée walked into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and peed. Michael was across the room shaving and cut himself as he peeked at her as she wiped herself. He loved watching her pee and told her so.

She flushed the toilet and sauntered over to him.

"Turned you on, did I?"

He grunted.

She reached to his front and jiggled his cock. It wasn't quite hard, but it was getting there.

"Save it for later," she said, lewdly licking her lips for emphasis.

Michael watched her image in the mirror as she headed into the bedroom to dress. Leigh surprised him by closing the door behind her.

Peeling off the negligée, Leigh stood nude and looked pensively into the full-length mirror. She lifted her breasts up for inspection. They weren't large, but men had always made a fuss over them, especially her nipples, which jutted out a half-inch and were not fully aroused. Leigh had a smirk on her face as her thumbs flicked them to their fullest and admired them. More than adequate, she decided. Pouting, she idly searched through her lingerie, tossing items aside until she came up with a white lacy garter belt.

The memory of her first time wearing a garter belt flooded her consciousness. She'd just turned eighteen and wanted desperately to impress Chester. God, she thought, I actually had the hots for a guy named Chester. Well, she told herself, he was Chet today, and a very successful writer.

Leigh smiled at the memory. She'd worn the garter belt over frilly white satin panties and put a white dress on over them, not realizing that in certain lighting the dress was almost transparent. She'd caused a sensation at the bar when she walked in to meet him. Leigh giggled as she recalled how quickly Chester had whisked her out to his car and away from what appeared to be a frenzied group of his friends.

That had been the first time she'd been eaten and she was delighted with the experience. They had rutted like rabbits for two months, then when her period was late Chester showed his true colors and deserted her. Two days later she began to spot, but she never called him again. On her nineteenth birthday Leigh met Michael while walking in the park and the rest was history.

Leigh decided to wear the garter belt, and hooked her hose to them just to heighten Michael's interest later on, then she donned a black cocktail dress that revealed just a little cleavage. Selecting the right earrings took longer than any other part of her dressing. When she'd finished she wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. Moments later, Michael walked in to ask her if she approved of his attire. He wore a three-piece gray pinstripe suit. And held a bouquet of pink gardenias out to her. He was grinning.

Leigh thought of him as her big bear and gazed into his cheerful blue eyes.

"Thank you, kind sir. They're lovely. And you are lovely too," she said adjusting his tie. She reminded herself just how lucky she was to have him as her man. She truly loved him.

The limo arrived on time, and Leigh felt drawn even closer to her husband as he insisted on holding the door open for her over the mild objection of the driver, who scooted back behind the wheel.

They found themselves in their own little world as the greenery from their humdrum suburban surroundings whizzed by. Leigh thinking ahead, had insisted he leave his cell phone behind, and after agonizing over the dire consequences that could befall him without its availability, he'd tossed it onto his pillow before heading for the front door.

Leigh leaned her head onto Michael's shoulder, thinking, no phones, no stress, no problems; we're definitely taking advantage of the moment.

But apparently, Michael had other ideas, for to Leigh's chagrin, he began talking with the driver about the game the previous night. The driver was only too happy to respond and valuable time passed before it occurred to Leigh that grabbing Michael's penis might just get him back on track.

She ran her fingernail along his length, somewhat smaller than a few minutes earlier, and half-circled the tip of his cock. Michael got the message and ended his conversation.

They looked at one another, that special look both knew so well. Their eyes met and conveyed the message of a deeper love. Leigh was reminded of their very first time, thinking that she seemed a little hornier than usual this evening. Gradually both realized the driver was paying them no mind, and their hands traveled lightly over the linen that each wore, whispering erotic promises to the skin beneath. Michael's long fingers continued to gift Leigh with soft, fleeting touches that stirred her. He'd always been able to do that. And she was ever grateful for it.

"You and your magical hands," she whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. In turn, Leigh's hand toyed with the silky hair at the nape of his neck while the other crept tantalizingly along his inner thigh. She sensed his unease at her brazenness. God, she thought, how I wish Michael wasn't so damn reserved at times, but maybe I can persuade him to get playful in the backseat. We've got all this room. It would be a shame to waste it. And so what if the driver takes a peek or two.

Their eyes locked and Leigh smiled while rubbing the palm of her hand up and down his just discovered hardness. Michael groaned and she squeezed him harder. Leigh realized he was going to give in to her seconds before their lips touched. Softly, merely brushing across the others. A series of little licks followed, then mouths open, the kiss deepened as Leigh tugged Michael's fly open, extracting his rock hard manhood. Just as she was bending to pay it the homage it deserved, the driver interrupted to announce they had arrived.

A grumpy Michael carefully replaced his cock and shyly attempted to cover the lump in his pants as he got out of the limo. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Leigh's hand brushed against it as she emerged from the limo, causing Michael to turn crimson with embarrassment.

'If only he knew, I've merely just begun. This is going to be a very enjoyable evening. Oh, you lug,' she told herself, 'I love you so much. I feel guilty about tricking you into taking me out, but how else could I have managed it?'

The plan was to take in an early show and then grab dinner at one of the many restaurants in the district. "Rent" turned out to be a fabulous show, and when Michael realized it was based on Puccini's opera "La Boheme," even though set in New York's East Village, he was captivated. Leigh found herself humming one of the tunes as they exited the theatre, and felt good about having gone even though the tickets were $80 each. They agreed it was a tragedy that Jonathan Larson died before being able to see the opening performance of his smash hit.

Around them, people poured out of the theatre. Everyone was talking, gesturing, or shouting with laughter as they tried to hail a cab to whisk them into the next part of their evening. Michael and Leigh were no exception. Although unlike those around them, they decided catching a cab was impossible, put their arms around each another's waist and idly made their way from West 41st Street to 53rd Street and Etrusca's, a marvelous Italian restaurant, totally lost in the feel of one another.

Needless to say, there was a small group of people ahead of them, but they found seats and waited patiently. Leigh couldn't help but notice one particular man. Tall and slim dressed casually in black, but very trendy. His salt and pepper hair, combed straight back gave him a rather distinguished look. But, it was his eyes that caught her attention. Leigh had always had this thing about eyes, as if one could gaze into the soul of a person through their eyes. The man's were dark brown, almost black. She found something bewitching about them, but couldn't pin it down. They weren't sinister, but they were beguiling, almost hypnotic, at least that's what Leigh felt when he met her eyes and held them for a moment.

Quickly, she broke the connection between them she had the strangest feeling that this "mystery man" was luring her closer and closer to him, to some mystical place that she might dare to venture. Leigh shivered from a sudden chill.

"Are you all right dear?" Michael asked with concern.

"Oh, yes. I must have got caught in a draft when someone opened the door."

Michael returned to studying the Daily Specials on the blackboard in front of him, and Leigh struggled to regain her composure, and succeeded, managing a strained smile as the mystery man walked by, his face expressionless. Still, Leigh had an eerie feeling creep through her, and the hairs on the back of her neck rose.

"We should be called soon," Michael said casually. He nudged her lightly with his arm.

"What?"

"Look at the lovers."

Sitting to Leigh's left were two young lovers who could barely keep their hands off one another and of course, the "mystery man" stood close by. She looked over Michael's shoulder at another, older couple, just entering through the door.

"Let's be nice and give them our seats," she whispered to Michael. "We won't be standing long."

"That's fine with me," he said, rising. After surrendering their seats to the older couple they stood near the entrance to the dining room. Michael was behind her with his hands on her waist. His body was very close to Leigh's, which was unusual for him and surprised Leigh. She pressed back, feeling his bulge against the rise of her ass and derived great pleasure just knowing how well she was affecting him. With an inward smile, Leigh told herself that this was a pleasant surprise, recalling that Michael was always reserved and that it was she who always wanted more.

Had the young couple aroused him, she wondered. She pondered this for a moment. 'I'm always trying to pleasure him and he doesn't understand half the things I'm trying to do. For God's sake, there are actually times he's embarrassed with my sexual hunger.' Then, in a moment of clarity, she understood. It was she who wanted him to take control at those times and he never did. 'Except for my ass,' she told herself.

The maitre d' interrupted Leigh's thoughts and suavely escorted them to a table. Leigh felt almost regal as she walked among New York's elite, had her chair held out for her and sat amidst some of the richest people in the world. The room was crowded with the usual blur of sounds expected in a place of this caliber in New York.

A sultry looking female with dark gleaming hair promptly took their order of a bottle of Tuscany red.

Michael was immediately drawn to the sensuous menu. "They have game birds, and housemade pastas, dear," Michael said, engrossed in the menu's variety of exotic offerings.

"That's interesting sweetheart," she said, glancing around at the Terra cotta, limestone, marble, and natural woods that provided such handsome and elegant accents to the décor. Then she saw him, the "mystery man," seated alone in a booth, just to the right of Michael's right shoulder, facing her.

Leigh realized from the way that he kept glancing at his watch he was waiting for someone and she became most curious as to whom that might be.

Their eyes met, and as if an animal in submission, she diverted hers. His dominance prevailed. She decided he was meeting another man for a business meeting, then gave her undivided attention to the menu, selected an appetizer and decided on a seafood platter, then saw a lobster dish she liked too, causing her to delay ordering for the moment.

The server was pouring the crusty red, Tuscany wine into her glass when a woman walked past their table. Leigh looked up and with her peripheral vision, saw the "mystery man's" eyes light up. Leigh was positive the corners of his mouth curled into a little smile, or was it a smirk she'd just seen?

Leigh sucked in her breath. The woman was joining him! Eager to check the woman out as she casually sashayed towards him, Leigh dropped all pretenses and blatantly stared. Fortunately for her, Michael was too preoccupied with reading the wine's label to notice what Leigh was up to.

Leigh's critical eyes evaluated the woman from the rear. Her walk was cat-like and slow. She knew how to strut to her advantage. The woman was all legs and wore summer heels that emphasized them even more. A soft, clingy skirt showed off her nice firm, tight ass; an ass that didn't jiggle with her walk and as far as Leigh could tell, there was no pantyline. Leigh's mind was working overtime. Talk about short, she told herself, if she were to bend over, she'd probably show everything she had.

While digesting that fact, Leigh noticed Michael staring too. She thought for a moment that his eyeballs were going to pop out of his head and into his wineglass. She deftly administered a quick little kick under the table and got his "heads" back in order.

Michael's face turned a shade of red, confirming that Leigh's intuition was correct. Smiling warmly, she raised her glass in a toast and touched her glass to his.

"Happy Anniversary Dearrr-r--r--r!"

"My god, Leigh, did you see that!" He whispered excitedly. It was quite apparent that those diners close to their booth were also paying the woman close attention. Judging by the expression on the "mystery man's" face, he was well aware of the attention and seemed to be enjoying his little show-piece as much as everyone else.

Leigh noted one brow arched slightly as his eyes fixed on the woman's curved, sensual body. She wore a short, emerald green, silk skirt with matching top. It was obvious she wore no bra by the way her perky breasts strained against the softness of the fabric. Her hardened nipples added to her sensuality. Her hair was fashioned in a short, tousled, cut. Its dark auburn color complimented her porcelain complexion. Her sparkling sapphire eyes appeared as two deep pools --- the kind most men would willingly drown in, Leigh thought with envy.

"Quite a statement, eh, Michael?"

Michael started to turn around, but Leigh cut him off, "Don't stare, Michael! It's impolite." But she herself stared transfixed as the woman literally poured herself into the seat by his side. Then, with bowed head, she licked her full, pouty lips. The "mystery man" whispered and she raised her eyes to his. It was then that Leigh noticed the wide black-velvet collar adorning her long slender neck. Was she a into S&M? Could she possibly be his pet? Leigh had heard of such things, but had never witnessed it before.

Leigh's eyes were glued to them. Suddenly, she heard Michael's voice blaring, or so it seemed, "Leigh, it's not polite to stare."

Embarrassed, she managed a meek "Yes dear." Then, assured that he hadn't read her mind, she wrinkled her nose and stuck out the very tip of her tongue. Michael shook his head, "You're so damn cute" he chuckled. Still smiling, he began talking about his last lecture and how some of the top surgeons in the country were scheduling him for a seminar. Always interested in his work, Leigh tried to be attentive, but her mind and eyes were elsewhere. Michael's voice soon became a low drone in her ears as in no time at all; she had quite a show to watch.

From her angle, Leigh had a perfect view. She could see clearly under the "mystery man's" table. His legs were apart, hers together, but with that short skirt, it was all legs showing. Leigh could not even make out the hemline. The man nodded at the auburn-tressed woman and she leaned towards him. Her red painted lips slowly parted and the soft, wet pink of her tongue swept languidly across his lips, lingering before she pulled back. Leigh squirmed in her chair as she observed his hand disappear under the table and tap once on the woman's thigh. Her response was immediate. She parted her thighs and to Leigh's astonishment, the woman's splayed legs revealed a smoothly shaved pussy. Even its lips were sharply visible. Leigh drew in her breath and took a deep gulp from her wineglass. Anyone could see, she thought. Leigh counted to three and exhaled before daring to glance their way again. Once again she discerned his nod. It must have been some sort of command, for the woman's right hand with its manicured red nails that perfectly matched her lips, slid to her undulating breast. Using unhurried movements, the woman lowered the silky material to reveal a generous portion of the milky white smoothness of her cleavage. Her middle finger disappeared deeply into the valley.

Leigh swallowed; she didn't know where to look next. She took a moment to glance at Michael and catch the gist of his conversation, made an appropriate comment and resumed her surveillance of the "mystery man's" table. She considered telling Michael about them, but since he would turn around to see for himself, she decided against it. That would only alert them and they'd end their activity. Covertly, Leigh checked them out again. She felt her entire body flush as the man's hand was now caressing the woman's inner thigh. And . . . Yes! From the look on her face, Leigh guessed his pinkie was petting the soft outer fold of the woman's labia. Whew! She thought, this had turned into quite a memorable evening and it was just getting started.

Then the woman closed her eyes and cautiously slouched down. The "mystery man's" hand disappeared before Leigh's eyes. All she could view was the back of his wrist --- and from its movement, Leigh knew instinctively he was slipping the woman a finger or two. He nodded once again and the woman's mouth met his. From the hollow in her cheeks, Leigh knew the kiss was deep and it appeared to last a good five or six seconds. The woman's cleavage now had a light sheen of perspiration visible as her breasts rose and fell rhythmically. With an involuntary sigh, Leigh squeezed her thighs together, thoroughly aroused by the spectacle she was viewing. She wanted to see and learn more about this couple. She sensed her inner heat rising and once again found herself squirming in her chair. The waitress interrupted her thoughts, asking if she was ready to order. Leigh fumbled the menu and blushing, told Michael to order first as she was still deliberating over two of the evenings specials. To her chagrin, Michael said, "I'm still undecided, you go first my dear."

"Well," she stammered to the waitress, "If you'll give me just another second or two . . ." Just then, adding to her confusion, a sultry-looking waitress approached the "mystery man's booth. Leigh noted that all hands were back in their proper places. The woman was calmly sipping at a Margarita. 'Such odd drinks for an Italian restaurant,' she wondered. Leigh forced her eyes back to her menu, quickly ordered an appetizer and a seafood dish she realized she would probably detest, handed the menu off to the waitress and glanced over at the "mystery man's" booth again. The woman's tongue sensually licked at the crusted salt before taking in the tart freshness of the drink.

Leigh clutched at her wineglass and quickly drained it. As she placed it back on the table the "mystery man" lifted his glass of tequila, caught her eye and silently toasted her. Leigh was mortified at being caught. Embarrassment flooded over her and she wore its color on her. She cast her eyes downward, not realizing that this brought a satisfactory smirk to his face and he made a comment to his companion.

Meanwhile, Michael, oblivious to what was transpiring, decided on having his pheasant under glass after all, and began making polite conversation with her. In due course, talk shifted from the mundane to that of his professional career. Their long years together had enabled Leigh to converse with him on this subject while running other matters through her brain.

At the moment, her mind was reeling with thoughts of what might happen to the "mystery man" and his companion after they left. Perhaps they'd go to a mid-town hotel. She recalled noticing the band of gold on the third finger of his left hand and his companion, or should she refer to her as his dom? No, not dom, Leigh corrected herself. She would be subservient to him and that made her a sub. She must be his submissive, or at the very least his mistress. Surely, she couldn't be his wife, could she?

Chapter 2

While continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue, she was soon lost in her fantasy scenario of what would transpire with this fascinating couple later in the evening while continuing with polite responses to Michael's predictable dialogue.

The extended white limousine rolled silently along the socially prominent Upper East Side. Passing gloved doormen hailing cabs in front of opulent hotels; they drove by Madison Avenue's toniest shopping precinct until pulling to the curb in front of a nondescript building on 92nd Street that happened to be the most private club in the city.

The chauffeur quickly opened the door and the "Mystery man" and his beautiful companion stepped out of the limousine and walked briskly to the entrance of the club. The door opened automatically, and they entered. A short, pudgy, but elegant man in his fifties greeted them.

"Good evening, Mr. Banning, Miss von Stade."

'He knows my name,' Marion thought, 'what kind of arrangement has Banning made for this evening?'

"Henry," Mr. Banning nodded. "Do you have my case?"

"Yes, Mr. Banning," Henry said and strode to an overstuffed chair, picked up a briefcase and quickly returned to the couple, handing it to Banning.

"Thank you Henry, your efficiency is always appreciated."

"Oh, you're very welcome sir. We hope you enjoy your stay with us."

"I'm sure we will. It's room 313 isn't it?"

"Right sir, 313 as usual, sir."

Banning accepted the key card and he and Miss von Stade left the lobby that was not a lobby and headed to their playpen rendezvous.

Moments later, hidden from view behind the tall mahogany doors of the luxury suite, Banning sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair watching and waiting as Marion emptied the briefcase's contents on the bed. A melange of sexual toys poured out onto the bedspread. Banning crossed his legs and nodded. Marion von Stade smiled and began to follow the first of her Master's explicit instructions, after placing a cassette tape in the deck and turning it on, she moved to the center of the room, removing her garments slowly to a choreographed dance. She teasingly peeled the apparel from her magnificent body.

Languidly swaying in front of him, Marion manipulated her body, using the erotic bumps and grinds of a stripper and that of a belly dancer. Marion was soon nude, but continued dancing, gradually arching her body like a bow so as to present her shaven pussy for him to view. Banning nodded again and Marion dropped to her hands and knees, holding her ass high, inviting his further inspection. She adhered to a long established routine and backed toward him, silently praying for his approval. Marion knew failure to gain his approval meant harsh punishment for her and while she "enjoyed" the pain to some degree, his harsh punishments were to be dreaded.

Marion recalled the last time, when he'd said, "This will hurt me more than it does you, my sweet pet," in the saddest possible voice. Her body trembled. She reminded herself once again that he was a most loving Dom who believed that pain should never be a form of punishment. "It is the way," he would say, before flogging her.

But to Marion, the worst punishment consisted of those words followed by his denial of any contact between them for three consecutive days. Long, drawn out days that left her with an emptiness and a heavy heart that she found excruciating. Marion much preferred physical punishment, regardless of the pain inflicted on her simply because it was over quickly.

But tonight would bring no punishment, Marion reassured herself. Tonight would only bring joy. She felt secure with the inspection that was about to begin as she had a waxing earlier in the day. There was no telltale stubble to irritate him. 'Go ahead,' she thought to herself, 'look at me. Touch me. You can't help but be pleased with me. And I will pleasure you my Master.'

Thoughts of giving him pleasure always aroused her. She existed simply to please him, for she worshiped and obeyed him in any and all ways that he could conjure up as challenges to her. She loved and trusted him implicitly. He was her shining star.

Marion came back to reality with a jolt. Banning had bent forward and leaned in towards her, examining her closely. He was spreading her ass cheeks wide apart so that her pinkish brown pucker beckoned to him. An enema taken earlier had left her fresh as a budding blossom and the oil she'd massaged into her pliant buttocks would fill his nostrils with an airy scent of jasmine.

"Clean as a whistle," he said, playfully slapping her ass.

Discretely, Marion breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very good my little pet." he said in a flat monotone voice, "You've managed to please me. Now present your pussy to me."

Her forearms slid slowly forward, her forehead coming to rest on the thick carpeting as she thrust her ass higher. His soft hands slid down her satiny twin globes. The very tip of his nose traversed her secret crevice down to her dampened slit. His breath left a hot, dry trail of glowing red coals that seared her skin. Pausing at her labia, Banning pulled back for a better view. Using his thumbs, he parted the naked petals before him and smiled at the wet pinkness that greeted him. A thin white lube was now oozing from her and her womanly scent was evident. Banning told himself that Marion was his most precious gift.

Marion shivered under his fingers as his hands casually glided down the silkiness of her inner thighs to her calves and back up again. Laughing to himself, Banning bit Marion's ass hard --- then licked soothingly.

She moaned loudly.

"What a good girl you are," he breathed close to her ear as his fingers dug in her flesh, kneading and raking. His groomed nails left a track of red lines, designating his signature of satisfaction.

"Ohhhhh, master . . . . ."

Chapter 3

Leigh was suddenly jolted back to reality. Michael's words had stopped droning in her ears. By the skin of her teeth, she had barely managed to stay abreast with the conversation. She nodded her head between bites of the seafood dish that had just been served and threw in a few words here and there, but once again found her eyes straying in the direction of that mesmerizing couple as Michael sampled her plate. Leigh hadn't noticed the woman leave the table. She wondered if should she call her Marion? Then chastised herself for such a thought. But then again, it was her own bizarre, little fantasy. While pondering this line of thought, Leigh reached for her wineglass and took a sip just as her eyes spotted the woman under the table!

My god, she thought, this is unbelievable!

Sputtering, Leigh almost choked.

"Leigh, darling, are you okay?" Michael asked, concern engraved on his face.

"Uh huh, just went down the wrong way Michael," she replied, still coughing while dabbing at her lips and chin. Satisfied things had returned to normal, he offered her a taste of his pheasant, but Leigh declined, using the excuse that she couldn't eat something that had been alive earlier. Michael laughed at this, and countered with, "But you're eating seafood which came from the sea and was, or had been a living thing."

"It's not the same thing," she replied.

"And you love hamburger."

"Michael!"

"All right, all right. Let's not spoil the evening." He changed the subject and resumed telling her about the agenda of his forthcoming seminar.

Once again only half listening, Leigh was drawn like a magnet back to the couple's arrogant display. The woman's long, red nails were running up and down his leg nearest the aisle. Leigh sat back and gawked as the woman slowly slid down below the table. Talk about chutzpah, she thought, I've never seen anything close to this, even when I caught Wendy Zadanowitz blowing that football player back in high school.

One thought led to the next and it wasn't long before Leigh's mind's eye could perceive the woman's full, pouty, red lips wrapped tightly around the "mystery man's" cock, sucking him off to sweet ecstasy. The competitive part of her personality wondered if the woman was as good as she at giving head.

'Naww, no way,' she quickly admonished herself. 'I give great head,' Leigh thought, 'because I love playing with and sucking a man's dick, pure and simple. And I drive poor Michael crazy when I do.' She searched her memory and recalled the three other men in her life that she had honored with her mouth and tongue. Yup, she concluded, all of them had told her that she was the greatest. And Leigh smiled a secret smile. Still, part of her wished her mouth was on the "mystery man" right now.

Leigh discovered she was shocked at the thought. She had never cheated on Michael. In fact, she'd never entertained the thought before. There were times, she admitted to herself, she had looked at various men, even wondered how good they were in bed; and several times she'd masturbated using one of them to inspire her fantasy to its conclusion. But she'd never actually lusted after one of them. Leigh reinforced this recollection with the memory of Tom Hutchinson, a handsome enough guy, who'd groped her at a cocktail party and how she'd slapped his face in front of everyone. 'Naww, she didn't really want to . . . '

Shoving her self-denials aside, Leigh's eye roamed back to her Mr. Banning. He looked rather cool, calm and collected considering the circumstances. Leigh emptied her wineglass and made an innocuous reply to Michael, then glanced back at "him."

Just then "he" surprised her, for Leigh had thought Mr. Banning had everything under control, now she noticed his right hand. Its fingers tightly clutched the tall shot glass of tequila sitting before him. He was squeezing it so hard Leigh wondered if the glass would shatter beneath the whiteness of his knuckles. A moment later, his eyes rolled back under fluttering lids. His teeth bit on his bottom lip.

'God,' Leigh thought, 'the look on his face was incredible. What an orgasm he must be having.' Her mind was racing. 'Jesus, how did he taste? Was his musk heady? Was he clean, without any sexually transmitted disease? Did he have a curved cock or a straight one? Was he cut or uncut?' Leigh felt herself growing wet and hoped she wouldn't spot the chair she was sitting in, or worse, her dress. Thank God it was black. Michael, she thought, God, what was Michael up to?

A surge of relief surged through her as she grasped the fact that Michael was still caught up in his forthcoming seminar and still talking to her. She paid attention to him for a moment just to keep up the conversational flow, nodded at the appropriate part and said something totally innocuous, before returning her attention to the other couple.

Mr. Banning's dreamy eyes opened and met Leigh's. His lips parted. It seemed to Leigh that he could read her thoughts. He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it at her. Leigh formed a vivid image of its softness on her clit. She flushed and became even warmer. She averted her eyes, realizing that she was embarrassed, mesmerized and desperately wanted him. 'What's wrong with me?' She wondered, fighting not to panic by the emotions running riot through her body. For the first time in her marriage she found herself desiring another man.

She risked another look in his direction. As if by magic, the woman was sitting at his side. Leigh noted that while her hair was a bit messed, not a speck of lipstick was out of place, and bit her lip as she wondered what brand she used.

The other woman . . . Leigh caught herself --- 'I'm calling her the other woman. Now that's a joke.' She felt her composure returning and used it to make several mundane remarks to her husband.

When she was satisfied Michael was unaware of her voyeuristic activities, Leigh returned her attention to the couple. The woman sat there, feigning a coy, demure, smile. Looking sweet and rather innocent. Leigh noted that the woman's eyes never left his. When, with a dainty pinkie, she brushed across her lips wiping at the corner of her mouth, Leigh's mouth went dry, was she tasting the last remains of his seed?

With a tremor in her hand, Leigh reached for her wineglass and finding it empty, put it back down. 'Now I've done it,' she told herself. 'I'm thinking with my pussy.' Indeed her pussy was tingling with excitement and Leigh experienced difficulty stifling a gasp as she felt the wetness seeping into the crotch of her panties. She was grateful that she had decided to wear them, even so she realized she might well leave a telltale sign behind.

Recovering somewhat, Leigh found herself smiling as she watched her Mr. Banning lift his rump up and lean back in his seat. Both his hands disappeared under the table for a brief moment. Then he straightened up just as their smiling waitress appeared with two coffees and a dish of flan. Evidently the bitch must have forgotten to zip his fly. 'Did I just refer to her as a bitch?' Leigh asked herself.

Michael's voice penetrated her consciousness.

"You know," he said with a loving smile, " I've been monopolizing the conversation all evening my dear. You must have something to say, so I'll shut up for a while." That said, he poured the last of the wine into her glass and leaned back in his chair.

Leigh managed to focus her entire attention on him. "It's been fifteen years," she said, looking at him fondly.

He hoisted his glass to her. "Glorious years, darling."

She arched her eyebrow. "Oh, really? Here's a test. Do you recall the first time?"

He pursed his lips in thought, then grinned at her. "Sure do," he said smugly. "But who's testing who here?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"First would you like more wine? I can order another bottle."

"No. No thank you. I've had enough to . . ."

"To what?" He smiled knowingly.

Leigh paused, frantically forcing herself not to look toward the "mystery man."

"To, err, stimulate me later."

"Really?" Michael dabbed at his mouth with his napkin.

Leigh dug a fingernail into her thigh. She wanted to peek over there so badly.

"Okay," he said, "I'll give in. My parents had left us alone for the weekend. Remember the note?"

Leigh laughed. She did recall the note. "Yes, she left explicit instructions for you on how and when to water her flowers and shrubs."

"And?" Michael prodded, laughing once again at foolish he'd been back then.

"And then, with the house all to ourselves, you took advantage of me. And in the process forgot all about the watering business."

The waitress appeared at their table, took their desert order and left, promising to return promptly.

"You seduced me Leigh," he said seriously.

Giggling, she reached for her wineglass, realized it was empty and picked up the water glass, and drank.

"As I recall, you grabbed me as soon as we were in the door," Michael said as if he'd trumped her at cards.

"What a tramp I was," she giggled again and caught herself thinking that the other couple might be watching her now, and took satisfaction in the thought.

"I never considered you anything of the sort," he said seriously.

"Oh, darling, I know that. But I was a bit sluttish wasn't I?"

"Hmmmm, perhaps. You certainly acted as if you knew what you were doing."

"Me?"

"Well, I'd had very little experience in matters of seduction, back then."

"Oh, you've been practicing your seduction techniques of late?"

Michael became flustered. "No, no! Only with you, only you."

She burst out laughing at the chagrined expression on his face.

"I'm teasing you, you big lug! But, seriously, when's the last time we did it two nights in a row?"

The waitress reappeared and set about placing their deserts in front of them, poured two coffees and departed.

"Well, you know how busy I've been . . ."

"I know. Still . . ."

"Let me tell you one thing Leigh."

"Yes?"

"I've been wanting you all day."

"Since watching me pee?"

"Maybe. Perhaps it was even earlier in the day."

She decided to tease him further. "Do you know what I'm wearing under this dress?"

"I'd hesitate to guess, but . . . nothing?"

She smiled lewdly at him. "A sexy garter belt over skimpy lace panties."

"Ohhhh!" He formed an image of her standing in front of him, one foot raised up on a chair, clad only in a garter belt and squirmed in his chair.

"Getting hard, Lover?"

"Very much so." His voice had gone dry and he reached for his water glass.

"Perhaps we can fool around in the limo on the way home."

Michael turned serious. "I'd like to, but I don't think so. The driver . . . you know how rumors start."

"It wouldn't be a rumor," Leigh smirked.

"You know what I mean," he stammered nervously. He dropped his napkin on the table. "Excuse me, I've got to go. I'll be right back.

Leigh snorted trying to suppress her laughter as he rose from the table endeavoring to cover the protrusion in his trousers.

"It's not funny, dear," he managed, and he sat back down.

"Wait a moment or two for it to subside," she said and forced herself not to laugh at his awkward situation, 'after all,' she thought, 'my underwear is saturated. I'm afraid to get up myself.'

They sat there waiting quietly as the bus boy cleared their table then Michael coughed, got up and walked to the men's room.

Leigh took out her compact and checked her makeup and her mind wandered back to the couple in their hotel room.

Chapter 4

Marion was stunned at what happened next. She couldn't believe her ears. His voice was harsh as he ordered her into the larger bedroom.

"Do not turn on the lights," he said. "When you reach the chair bend over and grip the arms."

Stark naked, and with great trepidation, she walked into the adjacent bedroom. Although the room was darkened, her reflection glared back at her from every conceivable angle. Wall to wall mirrors greeted her. There was a large bed, a lounge and an armchair.

'How many people are watching,' she wondered, and shivered at the thought. It was a deliciously dangerous feeling. She grew more excited with each step she took toward the chair.

Suddenly a spotlight flared on, bathing the armchair in its luminance.

Marion halted a foot or two from the chair and bent her upper body over the armchair and gripped the arms securely. A minute passed by. Two minutes passed, an eternity to Marion. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead and chest. She felt a tremor in her arm. 'I mustn't slip or fall,' she told herself.

Another minute passed before she sensed someone behind her. She kept her eyes directly on the chair's cushion, not daring to sneak a peek for fear it would not be Banning behind her. Involuntarily, she clenched the cheeks of her shapely behind tightly together.

"Don't do that!"

Marion exhaled with relief. It was Banning! 'Thank God,' she thought, trembling in gratitude.

He placed a hand on each cheek and she felt his strong thumbs near her fissure as he began to expose her "back there."

She was positive others were watching this performance. 'Well let them,' she told herself. 'I'll give them something to watch if that's what they want.' Her defiance flickered out as it occurred to Marion that they might do more than just watch.

Banning tickled her anus, causing her to snicker.

"Something funny Marion?"

"It's just nasty, that's all master," she replied softly.

"It's delightfully nasty Marion. It's filthy and depraved. It's debasing and painfully delicious."

"Yes," she murmured faintly.

"Yes what?" Banning shouted in her ear.

"Yes master." Marion said weakly, as the first wave of fear swept over her body. 'Just how well did she know Banning?' She fought to retain control over her bowels, but a few drops of piss trickled down her thigh. Banning was too occupied to notice as he placed his middle finger against the center of her anus.

Reflexively Marion tensed, as his finger became more insistent --- probing into the tightened anal ring. He slapped her ass hard. Marion heard the slap, but the sensation from the blow was like that of stepping into a shower of scalding water. Heat, of an unbearable nature shot through her body. Before she could even react, there was a similar sensation on the other cheek. She moaned anticipating more, but nothing happened. Marion dared to breathe again.

"That's not the end of your punishment Marion. Would you care to guess what the rest of it is?"

"No, master. I'm sure it will be suitable for my disrupting your attention to me."

"Well said, Marion. I'm pleased with that response. I'm going to fuck your ass without benefit of lubricant. I hope you're good and tight. That will make things interesting, don't you think?"

"If it pleases you, my master," she said as a solitary tear rolled down her cheek. Not because of the pain that awaited her, she had failed him and that hurt more than anything else.

Banning was quick, and he was brutal. Spreading her cheeks apart he placed his erection at her puckered entrance where it hovered for a moment, then began forcing its way in. Marion felt something much larger than a finger at her rectum. She had the feeling she was about to pass a large stool, only it was traveling in the wrong direction. He pushed again and a searing pain rocketed through her anus and Marion was compelled to use all her control to contain the primal scream lodged in her throat.

As he withdrew she experienced momentary relief from the torment. But then Banning thrust deeply inside her --- again and again and again --- Marion fought back a sob, then groaned as she had the sensation of receiving an enema as he filled her with his cock. Then he was grunting, spewing his seed into her.

Marion derived no sexual pleasure from this, merely accepting it as just punishment for her transgression.

Banning backed away from her, and with a soft "pop" he was gone and relief flowed over her. Moments later he placed a damp towel in her hand and she calmly wiped herself clean, careful to hold her position and awaited further instructions. He stood next to her, watching and breathing heavily.

"You may get up now."

Marion scrambled to her feet and turned to face him. Banning tilted her chin upward, his eyes on her face. Then he removed the blindfold, watching carefully as she blinked in the light.

"I want you to squat while I disrobe. Perhaps you can get my juices flowing again."

He laughed at her as she squatted, splaying her knees wide, using the fingertips of one hand to balance her body. His shirt fluttered to the carpet next to her. Then, with her weight concentrated on the balls of her feet, Marion began to finger herself. Banning kicked a shoe off and it flew past her head missing her by inches, landing on the other side of the room. Bending to remove the other shoe, he said tersely, "Add another finger."

He deliberately prolonged his undressing. His eyes were glued to her rapidly working fingers. Marion closed her eyes. He knew she was into it now as she provided him with a series of sloshing, clicking sounds as her fingers strummed, appearing then disappearing within her center. The wet sounds excited him and though he did not express it, Marion sensed it and opened her lust filled eyes to watch him. The evidence was clearly visible from the bulge in his pants. Not daring to smile, she closed her eyes again, allowing her fingers to wallow in her juices as the first intimation of her orgasm revealed itself to her.

"That's it pet, that's it," he said softly. "Twist another one in there for me. I want you flowing for me when I'm ready. And while you're at it, keep those lovely blue eyes closed. Don't even consider peeking."

He allowed his slacks to drop around his ankles. Stepping out of them, he casually picked them up and hung them neatly on a hanger, added his jacket and stored them in the closet. Banning quickly removed his shorts. He wore no undershirt and naked he strode to the bed and grabbed the blindfold and nipple clamps from the pile of toys and implements strewn on the comforter.

Hearing his movements, Marion began to anticipate what lay ahead and became more excited, finger fucking herself with a renewed energy, causing her juices to slosh and seep out along with her heated scent, which permeated the room.

Banning breathed deeply to absorb her aroma. He was satisfied with both his readiness and hers.

"Remove your fingers!"

Marion did so, although she lamented their loss.

"Lick them thoroughly!" He listened to the soft sucking sounds as she licked at the sweet/tart stickiness as she complied with his command. Looking beyond Banning into the mirror across the room, she thought she detected movement. 'So someone is watching,' she thought. 'If that's what he wants, so be it,' she told herself.

"Place your hands behind your back and kneel perfectly still." Marion responded with alacrity. Momentarily flustered by the feel of her juices trickling down into the crease of her inner thigh she managed to forgot about them as Banning's fingers combed lightly through her hair while slipping the blindfold over her head.

Marion was so excited that the touch of his hand on her forehead brought her close to a climax. Banning sensing this, gruffly said, "Don't even think about coming."

"Yes, Master," she replied, sufficiently humbled.

"I'll be right back," he said, "I must clean my prick for you, I know how you disdain the taste of shit."

"Thank you master," she said contritely.

He returned shortly and wasted no time clamping a nipple tightly, then tightened a second clamp on the other breast. Marion grimaced with the influx of pain while the thin connecting chain swung gently between her breasts. As the initial shock wore off, a variation of combined pain and pleasure bit into each nipple, causing the tips to turn a dark pinkish red. Her stimulated udders sprouted a garden of tiny rivets that encircled their prized flowers.

"Do you like the clamps?"

'Oh God,' she thought, biting her lip, "Yes sir," she moaned approaching an almost feverish delight in her torment.

Kneeling beside her, he yanked gently on the silver chain with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her silky hair with the other. Tugging gently on both, his face revealed the enjoyment of the grimace on hers. Banning took a step back, admiring his work, knowing this treatment was pleasurable and not painful, although the pain was real enough.

Marion swayed unsteadily, pulling on the chain, thereby stretching her nipples. He leaned close and bit at their tender tips. She groaned at this, but her sounds diminished as he soothed them by licking them wetly before settling back in his chair. Marion envisioned his cock standing tall and throbbing, although she saw only blackness.

"You know Marion, I do believe your nips are getting longer. Shall I try stretching them a bit more tonight?"

"If you desire Master, I would be honored if you would do so." And Marion trembled with anticipation for the new level of pain about to rack her tormented nipples.

Banning tightened each clamp in turn, drawing satisfaction when Marion failed to cry out.

"Very good Marion my pet, very good. Let's take two more turns on each clamp and call it a day insofar as your tits are concerned."

"Yes, please do, Master," and she cringed inwardly trying desperately not to reveal her fear of permanent damage.

But Banning caught her grimacing in pain as he completed the last of the tightening. "We'll measure them later. I do think you've grown some this time." He turned and walked to the armchair and sat down.

"Now take a step toward me."

Without hesitating, Marion stepped forward and waited.

***

Michael returned to the table and sat down, but Leigh seemed to off somewhere. "Leigh, Leigh? Are you with me darling? You look like you're in a trance sweetheart."

Jolted back to reality, Leigh stuttered, "No, err, I mean yes. Yes, I'm with you Michael."

"You were gone for a while there."

"I was daydreaming I guess."

Michael looked concerned. "You sure you're all right?"

"I was thinking about that lump in your pants a few minutes ago," she whispered with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Yes. Well . . . I was thinking about that garter belt. Are you really wearing one?"

She batted her eyelashes at him and said, "Would I lie to you?"

"My God," he replied, dabbing at his chin with his napkin, "I can't wait to get you home."

Silently she kicked off her shoe and ran her toes along his calf.

"Shall I go higher, love?" She teased.

"No! No, not in public! Think of the consequences!"

Pretending to be chastised, but laughing inwardly, Leigh said, "All right then, change the subject to something safe, maybe I'll cool off."

Clearing his throat to help compose himself, Michael took a moment to collect himself then resumed his monologue on his recent findings and the comments of his colleagues. Leigh hardly heard a word he said. Gradually her attention wavered and her eyes drifted once again to the mysterious Mr. Banning; watching furtively as he fed the woman a taste of his flan, then sampled some himself, before feeding her again.

Once again, Leigh's mind drifted back to that imaginary room and the scene continued to unfold.

***

Banning guided Marion onto his lap so that she was straddling his thighs. "You may place your hands on my shoulders," he told her, feeling generous toward her.

"Yes, master," she replied and in doing so, brushed against his cock. Marion was surprised at how quickly he'd renewed himself. Banning's cock was almost fully erect.

Banning gripped her hips as he guided his twitching cock to her mons.

'How I want you,' he thought, but he knew he had to demonstrate restraint if she were to be pushed to further heights and to please the others looking on behind the mirror.

"Rub your cunt against me, pet."

Marion immediately rolled her hips, in a parody of a belly dancer's movements.

"Wet my cock with it. Show me how much you want me. How much you love me."

Marion dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rubbed her wet slit up and down his heavily veined underside. Lifting up, her cunt hungrily devoured the drops of precum that had surfaced on his satin crown, helping make the movements slick and wet. Banning reached up and took a clamped nipple and tugged, stretching her nipple out a preposterous distance from her pebbled areola before releasing it. Marion's head jerked back as the excruciating pain seared through her. Banning glanced at the mirror and drank in their reflection as his fingers skimmed across the chain, pinching lightly at their very ends, sliding from one nipple to the other. Marion's head lolled from side to side, her lips parted seductively as she sweetly sang her tortured melody to herself as his hot, sleek cock wormed its way inside her. Marion ground against him, taking him deeper.

Banning thought her heat incredible as she managed to grip him tightly within her. She shivered with anticipation and he felt it ripple the entire length of his cock. He sighed in satisfaction, knowing they were enroute to a premiere performance.

Marion rode him, enjoying the pressure of his swollen knob caressing the walls of her coral tunnel. He paused momentarily, then pulled out from her.

"Oh, please sir!" Marion whined as she continued rocking above him. "Soon, soon," he crooned to her. Then with one hand, he lifted her ass high, grasped his cock with the other and in a quick blinding thrust, slipped between her succulent folds again.

"Oooooooh!"

Reaching up, he tugged at the chain between her breasts as she swayed on his shaft. Her warmth and softness hugged at him. Banning's cock responded with loving throbs. Looking at her face, he realized how much he loved her and the precious gift she had given him . . . herself.

Marion heard a clicking sound, then was conscious of movement around her and assumed correctly that the voyeurs had entered the room and were moving closer. She tensed up and gripped Banning's shoulders. This was not expected. Marion's lust vanished and fear took its place.

"Who's there?" She asked in a quavering voice.

"Just some friends Marion," he said softly as he eased his shaft from her.

"Friends?" I thought this was between you and I?" Marion failed to notice he was no longer inside her.

"Are you not my slave?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then you are my slave in all things."

"But the safe word?"

"It still holds . . . for pain, not for my making use of you as I wish."

"And you wish to have these others use me?"

"They want to get a good look at the nipple clamps, Marion. That's all, don't be afraid." He lifted her up from his lap and stood in front of her.

"You may sit in the chair Marion," and she obeyed without delay, hoping to gain some time and strength for what lay ahead. Several unseen hands caressed her breasts and tugged on the clamps as they moved by her. Being naked and in discomfort from the clamps was bad enough she thought but to have not one word spoken for several minutes was making it worse. She surmised that the silence was meant to add to her discomfort and fear.

Suddenly, a voice with a foreign inflection whispered in her ear, "Open your mouth, I wish to pay homage to you."

She hesitated only a moment before complying and moaned when his velvet firmness brushed against the roof of her mouth. Dutifully, Marion pressed her tongue down and tightened her lips around him as he began to fuck her orally. As he forced himself into the deeper recesses of her throat she feared he was going to choke her. Then she was distracted as someone had knelt between her thighs and was performing cunnilingus on her . . .

***

"Leigh? What's with you? Your face is all flushed. You okay?" Michael's voices reflected the same concern is voice did.

"Err, ummm, yes. Sure, I'm fine."

"All my talking must be putting you to sleep. I apologize, this is our anniversary and I shouldn't be running on so about work."

"Oh, Michael, don't be silly. I think it was the wine, perhaps I had a glass too many."

"Do you want anything else honey? We can go if you like. You sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I am Michael. I really think I've had enough and to top it off, these drinks went to my head. Let me just run to the ladies room while you get the check."

"Okay, take your time and happy anniversary, I love you."

"I love you too Michael," She squeezed his hand and rose from her chair and made her way down the aisle. Leigh realized she had to pass by the "mystery man" and wanted to get a good look at him so badly, yet as she passed his table she couldn't bring herself to scrutinize him from close range.

Two steps beyond his table Leigh froze.

"Excuse me?"

He'd spoken to her! Her knees began to buckle, but she regained her balance with the greatest of concentration.

"Yes?"

"I think you dropped something," the "mystery man" said in a deep, yet gentle voice. Leigh turned and stared at him. His expression was benign. A voice in the back of her head was telling her 'he had great eyes when he smiled.' Utilizing an age-old ploy, she broke eye contact and glancing at the floor said, "I think you're mistaken." Then looked up at him and smiled.

"No, I'm not mistaken at all," he said confidently, as his hand reached out to hers. Perplexed, she accepted the offering he placed in her hand.

"Thank you," she managed, cursing herself for acting so juvenile, but still confused as to what course of action to take with him.

"You are most welcome, my dear." He smiled back at her, revealing a wonderful set of teeth. He managed to arch his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner and said, "I hope you and your husband have a very good evening."

"Thank you. You too," Leigh stammered, mentally kicking herself for not being able to summon up a scathing remark to put him in his place. She turned away and her hip bumped into the table next to her, almost toppling it. After a series of profuse apologies, she managed to make her way to the ladies room. Once inside, she sat on one of the stools in front of the large mirror and opened her hand. There in her palm was a pale, muted blue business card. With her heart pounding, she examined it. The card reminded her of the sky on a beautiful spring day. There was a path with wildflowers on either side leading to a bright shinning essence of light. Slowly she turned the card over. The reverse side was black with gold embossed lettering. It read . . . "Give willing of your body, mind and soul. Your complete surrender is a precious gift I will treasure. Take my hand and walk by my side on this journey". Signed, 'Your future lord and master.' "

Leigh's fingers were trembling as she noted the phone number. Staring into the mirror, Leigh slowly saw her expression change as the pieces of the puzzle finally came together. A smug, satisfied smile was etched upon her face as she tucked the card safely into a zippered compartment in her purse. '

So I'm entering a new phase of my life,' she thought as she applied a fresh coat of lipstick and retouched her makeup. 'But I'm still horny as hell' she giggled, getting up and wending her way back to Michael.

Chapter 5

Michael had already paid the check and stood as she approached their table. Leigh risked looking at the "mystery man" out of the corner of her eye. He was holding the woman's hand and talking quietly to her. 'What a strange, exciting couple,' Leigh thought as they made their exit to the street and their awaiting limo.

The driver held the door for her then skipped around to the other side and did the same for Michael. In seconds the long limo was smoothly moving along in the late night traffic. In the same period of time Leigh leaned her chest against Michael as her hand unzipped his fly and reached inside to grasp him.

"Um, honey . . .?

"Yes sweetheart?"

"The way you're touching and holding me there . . . and the way your breasts are brushing against me, is getting me aroused."

Leigh's face took on a delighted look and started rubbing her breasts against him while she softly squeezed his stiffening penis.

"That's the idea, loverman mine."

Naturally enough, it continued to grow. But Michael kept her at bay, confiding with a bearly perceptible whisper that he feared being observed by the driver. She knew the driver couldn't see anything going on behind him because of the darkly tinted glass of the partition and silently smirked. In this she would be proved wrong, but it is of no consequence.

Leigh knew how to handle his reluctance --- she'd transform herself from demur housewife to foul-mouthed slut. She recalled how he loved it when she talked dirty to him.

"Come on, ride me, you horny fucker," she whispered obscenely in his ear as her hot tongue descended upon his ear lobe. "I want your cock inside me. Come on you BIG FUCK . . . give it to me."

"Leigh, what are you . . ."

She was having none of his excuses this time. Highly excited from her voyeuristic experiences at the restaurant and by her inflamed imagination, and topped off by the "mystery man's" handing her that card all combined to arouse her as never before.

Despite Michael's attempts to fend her off without drawing the drivers attention to them he was losing the struggle. She had a firm grip on his emerging erection.

"For god's sake Leigh!"

"Come on you bastard!" She cried out although her voice was muffled since her face was wedged into his crotch.

"Can't keep your dick hard for me?" She actually snarled as her fingers nimbly squeezed and yanked on his now fully exposed cock.

"Leigh!"

She ignored his reluctance and turning slightly, slid down the smooth leather seat, hiking her dress up to her garter belt. The very tips of her fingers barely touched Michael's shaft and the tingle of her nails kissed at his skin.

"Ohhh, fuck! Leigh!" He cried as she licked his shaft with a passion that gave Michael concern. He'd never encountered such uninhibited enthusiasm before. He was totally confused. 'What was going on?' He wondered even as his hands reached for her breasts.

"Ohhhhh Michael." She cooed as his fingers manipulated her pert breasts. The words blew her desire and want across the top of his velvet covered glans. He felt the heat of her breath greet his stiffening cock, and as his purple crown made its appearance, he arched forward, the muscles in the cheeks of his ass tightening.

'"Oh, yes! Do me baby! Suck my dick!" He moaned as the limo tore across the city line.

Leigh's fingers deftly pulled his foreskin back to allow the wet flat of her tongue to press and then lick slowly across his slit, forcing it to wink as she passed from one side of his glans to the other. Michael's head lolled back and his eyes rolled in his head as the electric charge from her oral massage bolted through him. His hands went to her hair and he had to restrain himself from pushing her head hard down upon his aching cock.

'Sweet Jesus!' A silent voice echoed in his head. 'I don't know what's come over her, but I'm loving it!'

Reveling in the total control that she now possessed, Leigh smiled with her eyes as she looked up at him, her eyes two dreamy almonds. She knew he liked what he felt for his cock continued to twitch beneath the feather soft touch of her fingers. She closed her eyes as her lips returned to his glans, sliding down to the soft bunching skin at his ridge. Michael's slit oozed with precum. Leigh's taste buds were reawakened and dancing with delight.

Michael's hand caressed her face as Leigh tightened her lips forming hollows in her cheeks. Her head began to bob up and down. The saliva in her mouth along with Michael's salty, sweet nectar made his cock a slick tool, easily devourable and although she'd just eaten, she was starving for him.

Michael's breathing became loud and labored with intermittent moans of obvious pleasure. Slurping wet sounds emerged as Leigh's mouth slithered up and down the slippery velvet of his pulsating root.

The tension in the drivers shoulders increased and he forced himself to concentrate on the road before him. 'These rich bastards,' he thought, 'fucking like rabbits. Don't give a shit where they do it! My luck I'll be cleaning his cum off the leather and smelling her cunt until all hours. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Then he smiled. 'Course I'd do her in a minute if I had the chance.' This last possibility helped release his sexual tension and he adjusted the rear-view mirror for the second time.

As she continued blowing Michael, Leigh's nose brushed the nest of his pubic hair with each downward slide. Her palm and fingers worked in perfect unison with her lips. Up and down, the flutist played, inspiring the sweetest music. The tempo increased as Leigh's head bobbed up then down on his musk-ridden cock. Spittle ran down and along his balls and into his crevice.

"Suck it baby, suck it!" Michael had his face tucked into his shoulder to muffle his voice. With his free hand he held Leigh's head down on his rampant cock.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby!" He crooned, his fingers tugging at her hair even as her lips slid slowly upwards on his ever so rigid shaft.

Pausing for a moment, Leigh admired how his foreskin puckered at the ridge. 'Oh, I'm giving him the best blowjob ever,' she thought happily. 'And I'm gonna get laid a hundred times tonight,' and happily turned her head from side to side, permitting her lips to bathe in the silky, softness of his velvet prick.

"I don't believe this, Leigh. What's come . . . Ohhhh suck it! Suck that cock! Oh, Christ all mighty!"

Her tongue flicked out to swirl over, around and under his glans. His pelvis lurched upward. Her palm slid down his thumping dick, pulling the foreskin taut to his base. Heat and friction rode the entire length of his cock and then fire ignited as her tongue flicked across the underside where his sensitive "T" stood out like embossed lettering.

"Oh my God! Oh, my God!" Michael shouted and for the first time caught the driver watching them.

'Go girl,' the driver said to himself, focusing on the rear-view mirror. At the same time cutting the wheel to avoid a tow truck coming in the opposite direction. 'Can't lose my fucking job over a blowjob,' he groused, then grinned. 'Still and all . . . maybe they'll be fucking back there shortly. I can only hope.'

Leigh rubbed at the small of Michael's back and gently squeezed his aching balls before taking him deep. She'd realized she'd never done this before and began to fear the consequences as the tip of his glans rubbed against the soft palette of her throat. She managed to overcome the fear and ventured on.

Each was lost in their own reality of pleasure as Michael drew closer, he violently thrust his hips upward and his legs began to stiffen. Leigh was air humping, squeezing and releasing her thighs as she played his skin flute. She knew her panties were soaked with her fluids and actually felt her juices seeping into the crease of one thigh. 'Had she peed herself? No way, she'd squirted! Damn, she hadn't done that in a while!'

Michael gasped, then bellowed as he released the first spew of his load. Leigh gagged and pulled her head back in alarm. She felt a warm tingling in her clit as Michael's scalding jism descended down her passageway.

She took a deep breath and swallowed. Satisfied she was not going to choke, she continued to milk his wildly throbbing, still spurting cock. Her lips popped over his slick glans bringing his foreskin with it with each swallow. Both Michael's hands were in her hair as she pushed his foreskin back and allowed her tongue to swirl around as she sucked the head of his cock clean

"I never knew you could do it that well. All these years and now?"

"Well," Leigh said, "I thought we should try something different."

"That was different," he said, caressing her face with his fingertips. "Very different and a lot of fun. We'll have to try this more often."

"Tomorrow at seven," she grinned at him, then kissed him tenderly. "Of course we're not finished with tonight yet."

"For sure," he replied with a big grin. "I owe you a good head job."

"Only one? On our anniversary?"

He laughed. "We'll see," he said and glancing out the window and was startled to see they were only five or six miles from home. "Better compose yourself dear," he said, "we're almost home."

Leigh sat up, slipping her arm out from behind him and using the mirror in her compact, wiped the last of his come from her lips. Michael hastily pushed his spent cock back into his slacks and zipped up, looking like the perfect gentleman again. The driver silently cursed them for finishing so soon.

They pulled into their driveway and the driver, still silently cursing them and with a conspicuous bulge in his trousers, opened the limo door for Leigh. She provided him with a view from her ankle to crotch, partly because she was intensely aroused, partly because she suspected he knew what had transpired and she felt sorry for him. She hurried inside while Michael paid the driver.

Moments later she heard Michael enter through the front door. She was ready and waiting, presenting her body to him by posing bent over a chair in the foyer with her hands gripping the arms and her ankles wrapped around the legs wearing nothing but white stockings and a garter belt. Her closely trimmed pubic hair caused her mound to stand out clearly even in the dim lighting. But all Michael saw was her magnificent ass framed by the garter belt.

"Oh, my God!" He exclaimed, and moved toward her, hungry for what was evident between her legs. Michael dropped to his knees behind her and ran his hands over her buttocks, teasing her rectum then using his fingers to open the ready lips of her labia.

"Lick me, I'm so goddamned wet already," she pleaded.

In answer to her plea, his mouth closed down on her and sucked and licked for several very enjoyable minutes, leaving a trail of saliva over her entire mons. He used his long tongue to play with her folds, lifting and dropping them, rubbing gently along their length, all this to coax her clitoris from its hiding place. When it emerged, he teased it until she screamed for mercy, then thrust his serpentine tongue halfway into her. Leigh's wanton scent drove Michael wild as his tongue began collecting the juices from Leigh's now squirting cunt.

Leigh groaned loudly and pushed her buttocks toward his face. His hand busily fingering the lacy texture of the garter belt; and the taut skin along her ass as he slowly licked his way to her hole. She screamed and came hard the moment his tongue flickered at the entrance of her anus. And moments later she came again as Michael tore the garter belt violently from her body. In the process she lost her hold on the chair and slipped to the carpeted floor.

"Get up you hot bitch! Get up!"

As she struggled to her knees he placed himself under her. "Squat over my face," he commanded. Surprised at the alacrity of her response, Leigh quickly found herself hovering above his hungry mouth as his tongue delved between her labia once again, Leigh reached behind her and felt his rigid cock and gave it a squeeze. He moved to her clit immediately signaling his approval, then he settled into a rhythm that satisfied them both. Having already come twice, Leigh was content with the slow, languid build up of his tongue's lapping and soft sucking of her genitals by his mouth. Gradually he pulled her down to him so that she lay alongside him.

She opened her mouth, felt his tongue push into her and tasted herself. Not for the first time, mind you, but this time the taste provided a pleasure that seemed to remain for the longest time. Finally, she clasped his head between her hands and tried to match the intensity of his tongue with her own. Minutes later, Leigh was pushing her hips against Michael trying to bring his attention to her pouting pussy and it's desperate need.

But Michael knew her and would not allow her to interrupt him, continuing to lick and kiss her head, giving her earlobes the same attention that her mouth had received.

Leigh was reveling in the variety of sensations careening through her body when she caught herself thinking about the "mystery man."

Even as she was enraptured by Michael's attention, she began to imagine his mouth as that of the "mystery man."

Michael pinned her legs against her chest and began licking firmly between her legs and Leigh closed her eyes and began to shudder. Michael introduced a finger into her anus that didn't stop until the palm of his hand rested against her cheek. His tongue circled around the fleshy hood of her clit, teasing and pushing as imagined herself bound and gagged, completely under "his" control.

Michael felt her anal muscles contract around his finger and slowly withdrew his finger part way only to push back in again as his tongue continued it's frenzied movement within her cunt.

Leigh savored the finger inside her anus trying to imagine it a dildo Banning had decided to introduce to her. She squirmed round and round permitting the finger deeper entry and then overcome by the sudden surge of yet another orgasm, she screamed in delight, pushing her hips hard against Michael's face and pulling him even closer with her leg as a long, convulsive shiver ran through her body. Michael continued eating her beyond the end of her convulsions and she didn't stop him. Leigh's body remained rigid throughout this period and she was soon squealing again, jerking with each outcry. She pushed Michael off after it peaked, and holding his head tightly between her hands, she lay there quivering for about ten seconds. Then she let go of go and melted back into the floor. He followed and she curled into his arms and they began to kiss and hug each other, savoring the aftermath of their unquestionable love for one another.

Leigh was undeniably back with Michael now, the "mystery man" having disappeared into the remote recesses of her mind.

"That was . . . wonderful Michael. Wonderful."

"Umm. I had quite an appetite for you didn't I?"

"I should serve that desert more often, you think?"

"At least once a week," he said and they both laughed.

Perhaps five minutes passed before Leigh clamped her legs around Michael's waist and her groin stirred again.

"Michael?" she cooed softly.

"Ummm?"

"Wasn't that fun?"

" 'course it was, why?"

"Want to move into the bedroom for your turn?"

"Sure," he said, helping pull Leigh to her feet. Moments later they lay comfortably on their king-size bed.

"Mmmm, sweetie," she purred, "why don't I get on top and slip you in and lets just wiggle a little."

"Sound like a good idea. And let me say . . . you're filled with good ideas tonight."

She laughed gaily and leaned down to suck on his nipple.

"Ohhh, yeah, that feels good," Michael hissed, then drew in his breath as she inserted his erection inside her and began to roll her hips.

"Can you feel that?"

" Oh yeah, oh yeah." He laughed as Leigh's movement picked up a notch. "Your juicer is working pretty good."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Squeezing the hell out of me. I like this . . . not having to work hard at all."

"Are you gonna come?"

"Not just yet angel. Ohhhh, that does feel nice!"

"Your cock is nice and big and feels so good. Did you know it just fills me up?"

"So bigger is better?"

No necessarily, but it helps a girl to get where she wants to go."

Michael chuckled.

"I'll tell you something else."

"What?"

"I'm loving the way we fit together, you know? Like I think you have this ridge at the base of your knob . . ."

"My knob?"

"You know . . . the head thingy . . ."

"Ummm?"

"Well, it . . . that part . . . has a habit of catching hold of my clitty . . .ummm, if I tilt a certain way and then rubs it this way and that . . . until I just can't stand it and before I know it I'm going over the edge again."

"I love it when you talk dirty like this."

"But I'm not talking dirty sweetie, I'm just . . ." She cut herself off abruptly and began riding him furiously.

"That's it baby, do it! Ride me!"

Leigh was beyond responding. She wasn't out to bring him pleasure at this point, she sensed she was going to come - a mighty orgasm was emerging and she was pummeling him to make it happen.

"Fuck me!" Michael growled.

Leigh recovered her voice in time to beg him, " Ohhh, pinch my nips you fucker!"

He obliged as his loins erupted, exploding into her.

"I'm almost there!"

"God, I'm coming!" Michael screamed.

"Aaaaaaaggghhhhh!" Leigh screamed as they came together.

They lay quietly for a while, then Leigh rolled off the side of the bed and went in to take a shower.

When she returned Michael was dozing and she snuggled up against him and took his earlobe between her teeth and woke him.

"Sweetie, that last one was exceptional. Want to try to come again?"

"No lover, I've had it for tonight."

"Okay, let's get some sleep. I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Leigh. It was a great evening. Thanks for dragging me out. I promise we'll do this more often."

"You mean fucking?'

"No . . . well, yes, but going out on the town and fucking is more in line with what I meant."

"I knew that, sweetie," and she kissed his face, rolled over to allow him to fit against her butt spoon fashion and they drifted off to sleep.