Chapter 5 – The Dinner Party
The next morning, I was moping around the apartment when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Marie standing there in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that had V cut into it, showing quite a bit of her ample cleavage.
“Oh hi, Marie,” I wearily offered. “Hi, Sara. I won’t take much of your time, but Tom and I were wondering if you could come over for dinner tonight. We figured you were good and settled and maybe even bored of our little town.”
“Great,” I thought. “My social life had devolved into hanging out with my older landlords. They’re nice, but I’m sure they are as boring as the rest of this town. Boy, things are different than college.” Even with those thoughts in my head, I heard myself answer Marie, “Sure. What time do you want me there?”
About 6 o’clock that evening, I walked the 20 feet to their front door and knocked. I was surprised to see Marie pretty dressed up when she answered the door. She had on a tight skirt that hugged her little body with black stockings on underneath and a cute red blouse. And here I was in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Oh, I’m sorry Marie. I didn’t know I was supposed to dress up. I can go change or something.”
Marie cut in, “Oh nonsense, you’re fine. I just felt like doing it. Tom,” Marie yelled up the stairs, “Sara is here.” Tom came down looking better than he ever had in a pair of khaki’s and tight fitting shirt that showed off his big chest.
Dinner was great and I was having a good time chatting with them. After the two glasses of wine at dinner, Tom suggested after dinner cordials and that we move into the living room to be more comfortable. I was pretty tipsy at this point.
“So, I know our town is a little boring,” Marie started. “Especially in the man department.” She looked at me a little too knowingly.
“Yeah, it’s definitely different than where I came from.”
Tom piped in, “But, not everyone here is boring and vanilla. Take Marie, for instance,” nodding to his wife, “You might not think it, but she is a little dynamo in bed.”
Not sure how to respond to that, I simply say, “Uh-huh. I see.” Marie scoots over closer to me on the couch and puts her hand on my leg and says, “Yeah, Tom and I are pretty, um, adventurous.”
I’m starting to get that tingle, but can’t quite process what is beginning to happen, so I just sit there.
Joe says, “Sara, we know how it is to be in a place where you have desires and needs that other people just don’t get.” I start to turn a little red. He continues, “Especially when you’re new to the area and so young. We really feel for you.” Tom gets out of his chair and sits beside me opposite his wife.
Marie starts running her hand up and down my leg, “We want to help you, Sara. We really do.” Light headed from the liquor, but still sober enough to know this couple is turning me on, I make an effort to stand up. “Gee, guys, I don’t know. I think maybe I should get going.”
Tom raised his voice, “Sit back down. Now!” It was the same commanding voice that Ron would use and I was instantly weak in the knees. I plopped back down on the couch. Then, very soothingly, Tom said, “Good. Good.”
Marie stroked the hair near my ears, “Yes, that’s good, darling. Let Tom and Marie take care of you.” Tom put his hand on my other leg, kissed me softly on my ear and whispered, “Yes, we will take very good care of you.”
“Um, okay,” was all I could manage as I felt like I was melting into the couch. Getting kisses from both sides and two hands rubbing and exploring my body was enough to start my juices flowing.
Tom worked his way from my neck to my mouth and kissed my mouth eagerly. Marie then grabbed my chin and turned my mouth her way and planted a big kiss on me. I wasn’t sure which one I liked better. Tom’s had a more dominant feel to it which, of course, hits my buttons perfectly, but the sensuousness of Marie’s kisses were sublime.
Tom stood up in front of me, rubbed the bulge in his pants, and said, “Sara, tell me you need my cock.”
Pretending I didn’t know what he was trying to get me into, I replied, “Look, Tom, I’m enjoying this and all, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
“Shut up, you little slut. Marie and I know just what kind of girl you are.” I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants was getting bigger and I longed to see it.
Marie stroked me on my leg, “Honey, it’s okay. We understand the need to have, um, more excitement in the bedroom than the average person. This a small town and we’re one of the few options you got, so be a good little slut and tell Tom you need his cock.”
I couldn’t hide my physical excitement and apparently this couple was into the same stuff I was into, so I guess my secret would be safe with them.
Looking up at Tom, I cooed, “Tom, this little slut needs your cock.” With that, Tom undid his button and zipper and reached in to pull his half hard cock out. It was tremendously thick, which sent a shiver down to my pussy. It was also not bad in the length department.
“Now, suck it like a good sub,” Tom commanded. I obeyed and took his member into my mouth. It instantly started growing and filled my mouth so well. It was probably just short of Ron’s cock in length, but was definitely thicker. I decided I would have to this cock in my pussy and ass at some point.
Marie placed her hand on the back of my head to guide my mouth onto her husband’s thick cock. “Yes, that’s a good girl, Sara. Suck your master’s big cock.” Sometimes, she would force my mouth down onto his cock such as to make me gag. After a second of my gagging, she would release her hand to let me catch my breath before forcing me back on his big dick. She was surprisingly strong. This position along with Marie being physical and verbal with me had my pussy so wet.
“Marie,” Tom said as I plunged his cock in and out of my mouth, “I think we should show Sara our play room.”
Marie led me off the couch and opened a door, flipped a light switch and started to descend a set of stairs. She started unzipping her tight, black skirt on the way down and then she shimmied out of it at the bottom of the stairs. She had cutest little ass.
“Tom, let’s get Sara out of her clothes, so we can make her, um, more or maybe less comfortable.” Tom smiled and he started on my jeans.
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