others watching nervously, everything felt heightened.
She reached up behind her head to pull apart the snaps holding her dress up. They gave way with three quiet pops. She let the front of the dress fall. Now the others could see Phillip’s hands and her breasts, and the way he rolled her nipples into hot red buds.
The dress continued its descent, gravity pulling the soft fabric over her hips and to the floor. She felt Phillip’s scratchy chin against her neck, his breath steaming her skin. She felt a melting sensation begin in her shoulders and spread slowly downward in concert with the path taken by one of the other men’s eyes.
He was the older of the two male clients. Also, apparently, the braver as he took the champagne glass from his wife’s hand and set it on a nearby table. After a swift kiss, he drew the wife’s dress straps down and lowered his head to nip her skin where the strap had just been.
He continued to guide his wife’s dress down, revealing smallish breasts and a nicely curvy figure. Once the dress had slipped to the floor, he closed his hands over her breasts to mimic Phillip’s gloriously torturous actions. Amanda watched, surprised at the way her own body swelled and heated in response to what she was seeing. Maybe because they were so nearby. Or maybe because her body had high hopes that the fantasy would play itself out as scripted.
The odds climbed higher when the other couple finally worked up the courage to join in. This time, the wife of the pair was the first to succumb, picking up her husband’s hands and guiding him to strip off her dress. He needed little more encouragement, as if he had been waiting for her permission.
Soon enough both couples faced her. Amanda watched hands work away at nipples, and the rosy stain of arousal spread across skin. Compelled, she raised a hand to trace her palm across the nearest wife’s nipple. The husband stretched it out to meet her touch.
She felt the contact sharply between her legs, her pussy quickening. The sound she made betrayed the escalation. Phillip’s hand travelled to her mound an instant later, his index finger sliding between her labia.
Finding her wet and heated, Phillip made a low, soft growling sound that reminded her of Thomas. A fleeting wish that he could have been here to watch sent her pulse into overdrive. Of course, the two of them seemed to be getting worse at controlling themselves rather than better. By now, Thomas would likely have pulled her off set and had her bent over the nearest available surface, fucking her brains out.
To make matters worse, her imagination decided to toss Josh into that tableau, catching them together. Joining them. Putting her mouth to good use.
A spear of wanton pleasure beamed from her pussy up to her throat. She writhed under its effect. Phillip must have felt the spike in arousal. The hand he’d kept between her legs sought her cunt. First one thick finger invaded. Then two, pumping in and out so slowly, grating against an eager ring of nerves, creating a sensual friction.
She watched as the other couples followed Phillip’s cue, husbands banging wives, and all eyes drinking in what everyone else was doing.
Phillip withdrew his fingers, ready to move on. Amanda took over then. It was her turn to undress him. Once he’d done away with his shoes, she stripped him of everything else. Then it was the ladies’ turn to stand behind their partner.
The wait staff appeared on cue to pick up clothes and place them neatly on benches. They shifted chaises around into scripted positions, and added elegant hand-tables in lieu of treasure chests. Each table held warming dishes filled with lube and an array of toys. Amanda now felt a stab of envy, seeing the plugs and double-ended dildos, nipple clamps and shock wands. The couples had this room and the adjoined bedroom suite all night. Only one of those toys was scripted. The rest, she hoped, would be put to use after she and Phillip left the
She reached up behind her head to pull apart the snaps holding her dress up. They gave way with three quiet pops. She let the front of the dress fall. Now the others could see Phillip’s hands and her breasts, and the way he rolled her nipples into hot red buds.
The dress continued its descent, gravity pulling the soft fabric over her hips and to the floor. She felt Phillip’s scratchy chin against her neck, his breath steaming her skin. She felt a melting sensation begin in her shoulders and spread slowly downward in concert with the path taken by one of the other men’s eyes.
He was the older of the two male clients. Also, apparently, the braver as he took the champagne glass from his wife’s hand and set it on a nearby table. After a swift kiss, he drew the wife’s dress straps down and lowered his head to nip her skin where the strap had just been.
He continued to guide his wife’s dress down, revealing smallish breasts and a nicely curvy figure. Once the dress had slipped to the floor, he closed his hands over her breasts to mimic Phillip’s gloriously torturous actions. Amanda watched, surprised at the way her own body swelled and heated in response to what she was seeing. Maybe because they were so nearby. Or maybe because her body had high hopes that the fantasy would play itself out as scripted.
The odds climbed higher when the other couple finally worked up the courage to join in. This time, the wife of the pair was the first to succumb, picking up her husband’s hands and guiding him to strip off her dress. He needed little more encouragement, as if he had been waiting for her permission.
Soon enough both couples faced her. Amanda watched hands work away at nipples, and the rosy stain of arousal spread across skin. Compelled, she raised a hand to trace her palm across the nearest wife’s nipple. The husband stretched it out to meet her touch.
She felt the contact sharply between her legs, her pussy quickening. The sound she made betrayed the escalation. Phillip’s hand travelled to her mound an instant later, his index finger sliding between her labia.
Finding her wet and heated, Phillip made a low, soft growling sound that reminded her of Thomas. A fleeting wish that he could have been here to watch sent her pulse into overdrive. Of course, the two of them seemed to be getting worse at controlling themselves rather than better. By now, Thomas would likely have pulled her off set and had her bent over the nearest available surface, fucking her brains out.
To make matters worse, her imagination decided to toss Josh into that tableau, catching them together. Joining them. Putting her mouth to good use.
A spear of wanton pleasure beamed from her pussy up to her throat. She writhed under its effect. Phillip must have felt the spike in arousal. The hand he’d kept between her legs sought her cunt. First one thick finger invaded. Then two, pumping in and out so slowly, grating against an eager ring of nerves, creating a sensual friction.
She watched as the other couples followed Phillip’s cue, husbands banging wives, and all eyes drinking in what everyone else was doing.
Phillip withdrew his fingers, ready to move on. Amanda took over then. It was her turn to undress him. Once he’d done away with his shoes, she stripped him of everything else. Then it was the ladies’ turn to stand behind their partner.
The wait staff appeared on cue to pick up clothes and place them neatly on benches. They shifted chaises around into scripted positions, and added elegant hand-tables in lieu of treasure chests. Each table held warming dishes filled with lube and an array of toys. Amanda now felt a stab of envy, seeing the plugs and double-ended dildos, nipple clamps and shock wands. The couples had this room and the adjoined bedroom suite all night. Only one of those toys was scripted. The rest, she hoped, would be put to use after she and Phillip left the
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