Fine Dining Erotic Couplings

We walked in just in time for the last table seating of the night. We had no reservation for our anniversary because we didn’t think we would find a babysitter, and then a friend offered. The Japanese restaurant was packed but couples and groups were gradually paying their checks and leaving.

The hostess had us follow her through a curtain and down the steps to the basement. The real deal was downstairs. A sort of sushi and sake speakeasy. The noobs were upstairs. This is where one could find yellowtail sashimi and Uni flown in from Hokkaido just that morning.

I turned back to see my husband looking at the hostess’s butt. Some would say I should say something. The truth is, I noticed it too, and who am I to judge? I knew who he was going to be later that evening.

She seated us in a dark corner. A single tea light lit the room. There was a third bar through a doorway and some lit bottles cast some colored light. It was still too dark to read the menu. Sucks being forty! I pulled my phone out for some more lighting.

“Oh, good,” Jon said. “It’s not just me that can’t see.”

“Definitely not just you. It’s so dark in here.”

“Welcome, my name is Hector.”

“Hi, Hector,” Jon said. I just smiled. Now, who was the one staring at another person’s body? The answer is, me.

“Have you two dined with us before?”

“Many times.”

I still said nothing. I was probably being dopey and batting my eyes and blushing. I certainly felt my body react to Hector’s presence.

“Well, then I don’t need to make suggestions, do I?”

“Actually, I have a question. The sake flights… is that for two?”

“It can be. If she wants a sip.” Hector smiled and winked at me.

, fuck fuck. I am not a cheater but I was blushing.

“I’ll just have a glass of the Shiraz,” I said.

“Good choice. Sake, sir?”

“Please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

“The fuck was that Bex? You see him coming on to you?”

I nodded and picked up my menu. I couldn’t think but I tried to pick out somethings to order.

“I kinda like it,” Jon said. I put the menu down and met his eyes.

“Like what?”

“That a guy of his…caliber, is hitting on you.”

“You do?”

“I do.”

“You don’t want to pummel him?”

“No. It makes me appreciative of what I have with you.”

Jon reached out and held my hand. I smiled and felt warm from his gesture.

“Shiraz for the lady. And sake for the gentleman.” Hector placed both drinks down. “Do you need more time? I have to warn you, the chef has to catch a flight so he’s wrapping up shortly. Red eye to Oslo.”

“Oslo? Lucky,” I said.

“Not as lucky as the gentleman here.”

I shook my head, as if doing a mental reboot. Had he said that? Quite forward if I didn’t just escape into my head and my fantasies.

“Hector, I’m paying. She’s not the one who will write in the tip.”

“Jon! Forgive my husband.”

“I didn’t say it for a tip,” he said. “Just stating a fact.”

“Thank you,” I said. “We are ready to order.” But what I was really thinking about was Hector’s tip and him brushing it against me. I took a sip of the wine.

We ordered and Hector briefly left us. Jon looked at me and didn’t stop. I wasn’t really looking at him. I felt his gaze and squirmed.

“I love you,” he said. That helped. I stopped avoiding him.”

“I love you too.”

“It’s nice to get out for the night. Even if it’s late.”

“It is.”

Different staff started bringing our pieces as they were finished. But after some time, Hector was the one bringing them.

“Did everyone go home? They have you shuttling plates too?”

“It’s late and yeah. It didn’t make sense. You two are the only ones down here. The chef is on his way to the airport.”

“You’re closing up the place?”

“I don’t mind.”

“That’s a lot for a waiter.”

“Well, I’m the owner too. I have some skin in the game.”

“The owner,” I blurted out.

“Yes, this is my favorite restaurant in my group. I spend most of my nights here. I like to see customers enjoying the menu. Lee has worked hard with our team to make something truly unique.”

“We love it here. This must be our… fifth time in the last few years,” Jon said.

“With all the fine places to dine in this city and,” Hector looked down at my hand, saw the ring, “the limited time of parents with kids at home, that really means a lot to me.”

“How did you know we have kid,” I asked.

“Elementary, my dear.” He smiled. “I can offer dessert but only the one Lee prepared right before he left.”

“What is it,” Jon said.

“Nama chocolate crumble.”

“Yes, please,” I said.

“For two?”

“Yes,” Jon said.

When Hector returned, he placed the dessert before each of us and asked if he could sit. Who would tell someone no, after being so kind to us? He sat next to me. That was a bit shocking.

“Let me know how it is. It’s a new creation,” he said. “It’s not even on the menu but Lee thinks it should be.”

I picked up the spoon and tried a small bite. It was a mousse with a type of graham cracker or crust crumble. I felt like the best orgasm ever, inside my mouth, inside of my brain. I moaned.

“Sorry,” I said.

“Good, right?”

“Jon, try it,” I said.

“Yes, Jon,” Hector said.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he said.

“Right? When Lee gets back, I’m going to give him another bonus. He just keeps creating. The guy is the most prolific chef I’ve ever met.”

“Are all restaurateurs so generous,” I said.

“I don’t know miss…”

“Rebecca.”

“A beautiful name. I don’t know, but I am. He’s a significant part of why this place works. I’m the director and the moodsetter. He’s the alchemist.”

“That’s how all bosses should think,” Jon said. “I try to be that way with my team, but in middle management, I can only do so much.”

Hector smiled at Jon and I saw his eyes slightly squint as if he was looking into Jon’s mind. Then Hector’s eyes relaxed. His hand moved from the table to my leg. Slide from my knee, up the length of my skirt, to my thigh. Not on my skin but it was still very forward of him. Jon leaned forward, raising his chin, furrowing his brow, and it was as if he was caught up in observing.

Hector had kept his eyes on Jon. Unchallenged, he turned me.

“Come to my apartment,” he said.

“Just me?”

“No,” and he didn’t turn to look at Jon. Now he only stared at me. “Jon, you want to come. I know it.”

“I do,” Jon said.

I looked at Jon. There was probably some panic in that look. What were they both thinking?

“Will you, Rebecca?”

I bit my lip. Thinking. Wanting to ask but not wanting to. Deciding to trust, I nodded. I said nothing.

Hector stood, held my hand and helped me up. He led me to the stairs and to the street. Jon followed, about 10 feet behind us. Hector locked the door and I slid my arm in his.

His place wasn’t far. He swiped a fob at the lobby door and again for the elevator, granting us access to the top floor. As we rode up, I felt my stomach turn, my arms had goosebumps. I was feeling anxious about what would happen and that anxiety was compounded because no one spoke.

The doors opened and we stepped into the penthouse. The place had views of the entire city. The walls of the living room were just glass windows. Hector left us to admire the view.

“Wine?”

“I’d love some,” I said. He looked at Jon.

“Yes, please,” Jon said. Hector turned and left us. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “But, are you really OK with whatever this is?”

“I think so,” he said, as he shrugged his shoulders and his eyebrows.

When Hector returned, holding three glasses and a bottle, he gestured to the sofa and chair. I sat on the sofa and Jon took the chair. This left Hector to sit next to me as he poured. There was an unspoken understanding between them that I felt. They weren’t speaking and they weren’t going to. Hector poured the wine.

As I held the glass to my lips, Hector’s gaze watched what I felt, glass on skin and I knew this moment was the point of no return. I took the sip. He took the glass from me and set it on his coffee table. He stood and faced me.

“Unbuckle my belt,” he said.

My eyes shifted from his, to his belt, to his eyes again, and to Jon. Jon nodded. I fumbled with the leather and metal clasp but it quickly clanked and fell apart, undone.

“Continue,” Hector said.

I undid his button and pinched the metal zipper and pulled it down. Tooth by tooth, it split apart. His pants dropped to the floor. He was in smooth and skin tight boxers. They hid nothing from my eyes. I ran my fingers up his strong legs, across the hem at his stomach. My fingertips grazed his skin, taut and bronze and warm. His cock grew as I touched him and watching his underwear betray his excitement, started to make me wet. For the first time, I thought of him inside of me and I wanted it.

He unbuttoned his shirt and I stood and helped pull his arms free. I touched him from his hands, veiny and rough, up his forearms, his arms, to his strong shoulders.

He unzipped my skirt and it fell to the floor. My top was crème satin and I lifted it over my head, tossing it onto the coffee table. Now I was in my underwear too. Something Jon had never seen. I ordered it especially for our anniversary, crème sheer and lace bra and panties.

“You are magnificent,” Hector said.

I looked beyond him to Jon. Jon’s eyes were huge. He liked what he saw too, I guessed. Hector touched me, his hands were on my hips as he pulled me close. I felt his restrained cock brush against my bare stomach. He used a finger on my chin to tilt my head up to meet his. His breath was hot on my cheeks and I leaned up on my toes to kiss him. I ran my hand through his thick, dark hair. His hand curved behind my neck and dug into my hair, he pulled tight. His kiss made me feel as if I blacked out. When he stopped and stepped back, it took me a few seconds to remember my name.

I quickly forgot it. He spun me around so I faced Jon and he stood behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as he kissed my neck. One of his hands drifted down my side, across my hip, and his fingers slid into my panties. I felt my wetness on his finger and closed my eyes. He rubbed circles on my clit and I let out a moan.

By that point, my panties were soaked. I looked down at his hand, concealed by the soft fabric, his tendons flexing and rising. When I looked up, Jon’s mouth was wide open. Hector whispered in my ear. My breath caught and I nodded as I looked into his eyes.

He pulled his hand back and stepped away. I bent down and slid Hector’s belt from the pants piled on the floor, rising and walking to Jon.

“Sit back,” I said.

Jon obliged and I took his wrists and bound them behind the chair, tying a triple knot with the leather. Then I walked around in front of Jon and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He was hard already.

“Oh, you like what you see?”

He nodded.

“Good,” I said. “Are you ok?” I mouthed this silently so Hector wouldn’t hear. Jon nodded again.

So now I knew Jon was not only OK but turned on, and felt better about how much I wanted to be fucked by Hector. I rejoined him and peeled his boxers down, slowly, letting the spectacle happen. I savored each inch as I saw more of his toned body, and then the base of his thick cock. I pulled further, and kept pulling, until finally he bounced free, firmly at attention. The tip was so perfectly shaped, like a large chestnut, smooth. I knelt before him and wrapped my hand around his cock and then my other, and looked up at him. He smiled at me and I melted. He was gorgeous, just like his cock. I took his tip into my mouth. It was full in me and I liked it. I moved my tongue around it and watched his face as he closed his eyes.

“Fuck,” he moaned. I let him pop out.

“Do you like that?”

“You’re so good at that,” he said.

“Think so?”

I didn’t wait for him to respond. I took him back in, this time taking more. I let go with my hands and reached behind me to unhook my bra. As the cups dropped, he looked down at my breasts. I felt his cock twinge in my mouth. I smiled with his cock in my mouth and sucked as I caressed the underside of his cock with my tongue. He smelled like cedar and I really liked it. It reminded me of how one of my favorite areas to hike smelled. Now I didn’t know if I could ever separate the two completely different thoughts that would compete for dominance.

I dropped my bra to the floor. He reached down and picked me up and lifted me onto his hips. His cock was between my legs, running along under my body, warm against my wet and cooling panties. He had to have felt it.

He held me up by my butt and kissed me. I arched my back and pressed my clit against his hard body, right where his cock started. He whispered in my ear again. I nodded. He dropped me onto the sofa. There was plenty room for me to stretch out and he took advantage of that.

He started kissing my knees. Then my thighs. Inside my thighs. His lips brushed against my panties. I was so horny that I wanted his cock right then. I saw it there swaying as he moved back and forth. I reached for it to pull him closer. I wanted to feel it pressed against my panties. He shook his head and gently but firmly swatted my hand aside. I gasped, shocked at his directness.

He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and peeled them back. They were sticky where my pussy had soaked them and I heard the sound as they stretched free of my delicate skin. He dropped them between my knees and lowered his head between my legs. His tongue was perfect. I didn’t know how he knew how I liked it. It was firm but gentle. He teased my first orgasm within minutes. My hands had really messed up his hair. I had been pulling his head tight against me as I rode the waves and his lips.

“Fuck,” I said, breathless and blushing. “How are you so good at that?”

“I could feel what you liked. Your body is very communicative.”

“Fuck. That was hot.”

I looked at Jon and he was wincing. I felt bad.

“Jon, do you want to watch me fuck her now?”

Jon nodded. I didn’t understand how he could wince and want more.

“I can read you both,” Hector said.

“Are you sure?”

Jon nodded at me.

I stood and reached into Jon’s pocket, finding the condom. He had joked he would bring one for us to fuck in the car in the parking garage. I ripped the package and put the condom against Hector’s tip. I unrolled it but didn’t get far before it became a challenge. And then the worst thing to happen, happened. It ripped.

“Fuck,” I said, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

I pulled Hector’s head close to mine and whispered.

“Are you clean?”

He nodded.

“I have a breeding kink anyway,” As I did my best to look up into his eyes and feign innocence.

“Does he know that?”

I shook my head.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he whispered.

I pushed Hector back onto the sofa, straddled him, and held his cock up as I lowered myself onto the tip. He really stretched me as it went in. Jon groaned.

I looked over, dropped Hector’s penis and saw Jon squirm. I stood and grabbed my panties, and walked over.

“You ok,” I asked.

“Yes, just, I’m the only one who has ever been in you without a condom.”

I looked down and saw precum had been leaking from Jon’s tip. It was pooling on his balls. Clear. I smiled at him, and leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Then, I slipped my wet panties into his mouth, so deep that he couldn’t spit them out.

He groaned again and I smacked his cock. More precum dribbled down.

“You are a naughty boy,” I whispered. “I never knew this about you.”

I winked and walked back to Hector and resumed my position. Taking the tip and then the bulk of his shaft, watching him stretch my pussy. It was a new sensation, in a night full of new sensations. I kept going until my clot pressed against his body.

“Good girl,” Hector said. “You took it all.”

“I want to take your cum too,” I said. I promise this isn’t my normal M.O. but I just was getting carried away by his energy.

“You will. I’ll give it all to you.”

I smirked and slowly rode him, arching my hips and allowing me to feel all of him in all of me. It was like fireworks going off in my head. I was already close again within minutes.

But he must have sensed that and lifted me off of him. He flipped me onto my back and then took his cock in his hand and pushed into me. I took him easier now. He held me down by my shoulders and thrust deep into me. Over and over. With each thrust, my body, my breasts, everything shook. My soul shook. The strength in his hips, his firm skin pushed against my clit and all I wanted was for him not to pull back. I begged with my arms and my legs when he did, willing him to stay but he overpowered my will.

Stars entered my vision as I felt my pussy clench him.

“I’m close,” I said.

“Cum for me,” he said, throatily. “Let me feel you cum on my cock.”

“I’m going to oh fuck!”

“That’s right,” he said. Sweat from his forehead fell on my breasts and it made me want his cum right then.

“It’s like your cock is splitting me in two. I’m coming. I’m coming undone,” I said.

I reached down and squeezed his balls.

“Cum with me,” I said, through gritted teeth.

“Damn it. That’s not fair,” he said. I had pushed him over the edge. I felt him twitch inside of me. Again. Again.

“Cum!”

I ran my fingers over his balls, as though playing with marbles. Then I gripped the base of his cock and squeezed tight.

“I’ll be a good girl then,” I said. L

I stopped his orgasm and rode through mine. I didn’t know if he was a one and done, so I obliged him. When I was in a state of bliss, he pulled out turned me over and picked up my hips. He carried me to Jon and dropped my head in his lap.

Jon was still dribbling precum. He was straining against the belt that held him there but when I put my tongue against the source of his precum, stopping it from coming out, he relented. I looked into his eyes and smiled. Taking the tip in, I sucked all the precum I could from him. It was sweet and smooth on my tongue and as I emptied him, he seemed to slow his breathing down.

I was on my knees on the floor, my arms against Jon’s legs, bracing my upper body. Hector knelt behind me and ran his hand up and down my inner thigh. He didn’t touch my pussy, which was likely swollen. I knew I’d be walking funny the next morning.

“Who cums first,” I asked.

“Ladies choice,” Hector said.

He stood and slid the coffee table closer to the chair. He picked me up and laid me across it, my breasts on the cool surface and my head was back in Jon’s lap. My hips and legs stuck out behind me on the sofa.

Hector pushed my knees apart and stepped between them. He lowered himself down and held his upper body up by placing his hands on the chair armrests. His core strength was quite something. He angled his hips until his tip found my pussy. I moved slightly to make the entry angle easier for his handsfree penetration. He felt it and pushed, stretching me again. I had tightened after my last orgasm.

I cried out, mostly from pleasure, but by now I was feeling the strain so there was some pain. It still felt so good and so I took Jon in my mouth.

As Hector plowed into me, pressing hard against my butt with his hips, I gripped Jon’s cock tighter with my hand, and his balls with the other.

“Cum in my mouth,” I said to Jon.

“Really?”

He asked because I had never let him before. He’s a very considerate guy. A good man. I nodded with his tip still in my mouth and my eyes on his.

Hector held himself up with one hand and shifted his other to my shoulder, pulling himself against me. Prone, surrendering myself beneath him, I felt myself close to orgasm again. I needed to make him cum. I wanted to be filled by him.

Jon’s cock slipped from my mouth as Hector’s last thrust rippled through me. It had rattled everything in me. I didn’t want to bite Jon’s cock so I let it go.

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