Pot Lick Dinner

Well, it was that time of the week, with it being a Saturday night. My name is Louisa and I had a circle of friends I had known for many many years. We all came from different walks of life yet attended the same tennis club, and every week on a Saturday night, we would congregate at each other’s houses for a pot luck dinner. We would bring whatever food we felt like, there would be room for a lot of casual conversion and copious glasses of wine. You were guaranteed to have a great time and this occasion would be no different, with it being my turn to host the diners. There was my husband, Gareth who is such a fantastic guy and we have been married for over a decade. We live in a sumptuous house and we are so proud of it. I am every inch the housewife even I work full time.

Here I was slaving over an oven, wondering what I should cook for the guests. There were going to be eight of us. We had added another couple to the circle. In the end, I just decided to go with pork cutlets with a BBQ sauce. They were all sticky after being roasted in the oven, with crispy fat creating heaven on a plate. Life was and still is about joy and pleasure, and hedonism. Gareth and I had always had a very active sex life and we would fuck all over the house. I remember doing it that morning in the shower. But where did we do it? Everywhere. The bathroom, the bedroom, the living room, even the kitchen and when once I was drunk, the toilet seat was a loveseat. Let’s stop right there.

Anyhow, here I was with this meal and I made a bit of salad to go with it. I knew Gareth was up to no good. He had a secret project he had been working on. It required me to out of the house on the weekends. This usually wasn’t a problem. I visited friends or family in the morning. All would be revealed that evening and he also wanted to show our friends. Pair by pair, they came in. There were Mitch and Diana, there were Julie and John and there were the new couple, Richard and Marie. The eight of us were crowded around this dinner table. I figured our commonality with one another was because we were the last ones standing in our community. Whilst everyone else had been married, they also had a lot of kids. We were childless by choice. I guess that was why we were able to continue this dinner thing on such a regular basis.

The pork was well received. As we got stuck into dinner, I know Gareth kept giving me knowing glances even if I didn’t know what the “knowing” was. What was he up to? Why did I have to be out of the house? I did wonder what had happened to the attic upstairs. I used to frequently go in there to fish out old magazines and memories because there was a lot of junk. He vacated the spot and I noticed all my junk was now in the spare room. The attic was closed off and I didn’t want to question it. I didn’t want to question it during dinner even if Gareth said he was going to reveal his master plan.

During dinner, the conversation turned to sex. We were fairly open people. We practised swinging too. I had the pleasure of the company of at least two of the men before and swinging was only ever done once in a blue moon. I didn’t want life to be too complicated and to be unfettered by sexual proclivities. But as we were talking, I slurred my words slightly as the wine starting to take effect.

“John, do you still find me attractive?”

“Louisa, of course, I do. A bit drunk are we?”

“Just a little, not too much. It is that wine you two keep bringing. It is very tasty like you can be sometimes.”

“Well, isn’t someone just being a bit flirtatious in front of everyone?”

“You know how I roll, I do this all the time!”

Julie was oblivious to the chatter. John and I used to flirt heavily with one another all the time. I suspected this night wouldn’t be any different. As I said my goodbyes, I was surprised why Gareth hadn’t revealed his secret. I was standing by the front door and there was Gareth. He had words to say.

“So, in about fifteen minutes I want you to come up to the attic. I want you to come to the attic completely nude. I mean it. Not wearing anything.”

“Why?”

I’ve spent the last couple of months working on something. I am sure you will like it and our friends too. But I want to give it a trial run tonight. Don’t know how well it is going to work. Our dinner companions had an input in this. The boys already know about it!”

“I am so confused right now.”

“Hopefully, you won’t see that way in fifteen minutes.”

With that, Gareth walked off. I started to head upstairs and I suspected he was heading for the attic. This request for me to be there in fifteen minutes nude threw me through a loop. What on earth was going on? I went into my bedroom and started to slowly remove my clothing. Slowly, so it felt a bit more sensual. I wondered what sexual trickery he was up to. The dress was off, with my pert tits, wide hips and a pussy that was already soaked on display. I had become aroused by the idea Gareth had built something for pleasure. I didn’t know what to expect.

I daintily went up the stairs. There was the attic. Was I about to have my mind blown? Probably. I did this meekest little knock on the door.

“Is that you, Louisa?”

“Yeah, it is me. Can I come in?”

The door opened. There was I was, greeted by a completely dark room.

“Aren’t you going to turn the light on?”

“Not quite yet, my love. Shut the door behind you, I will explain.”

Slowly, I closed the door behind me and I was in pitch black. Here was this voice coming out of nowhere like an ominous god of some sort. I heard this voice all the time but Gareth was acting oddly.

“Welcome to my dungeon. It is not quite a dungeon in the way one expects but…I have been talking to the guys about fantasies and the only lights you will ever see will be from certain orifices in this room. This room is designed to be used in total darkness. I wanted a room of mystery pleasures.”

It was like something in the air changed right there and then. A ticklish sensation that initially gave me a fright.

“Oh, ooh, what is that? Who is that?”

As I stood there, I could feel someone pinching my nipples. I couldn’t hear the footsteps of another person present as ambient music was piped into the room to block background noise. I didn’t know if it was Gareth or someone else. My nipple went into someone’s mouth. This firm suction of a stiff nipple sent a vibration down my body that went through to my clit. I started to become rather breathless.

“Oh, that feels good. Ooh, but you stopped. What is going on?”

“Louisa? Don’t go thinking it was me. But let my able assistant help you to your seat.”

I wondered who the able assistant was. How did they know where they were going? I shuffled along in the dark to what felt like a plush chair. Next thing I know, I felt my legs were spread apart. I felt a finger slip into my saturated pussy.

“Dear Louisa?”

“Yes, Gareth?”

“Your muted sounds are not very becoming of you. You usually moan very loud when I fuck you. Just give in to it, and enjoy it.”

With that, I lay back further in the chair. I felt extremely alive. A complete stranger fingering me. They swooshed their fingers in and out and ever so often, the fingers would come and rub my clit. I felt a foreign mouth between my legs. This person started to tongue fuck me. I was lost in that moment, wondering who was doing it but it felt incredibly erotic as this tongue swirled around my clit. Sloppy and wet, tongue checking every little bit. The scent of horny pussy was in the air. I started to play with my nipples as they continue to nibble away at me. The thought had crossed my mind that perhaps this was not a man. Their lips felt gentle compared to a man’s. Had one of my female friends decided she wanted to taste my cunt?

I started to orgasm. My moans continued to escalate in volume as I could feel my sweet vaginal liquor coat the face of my clit sucker. I was shaking in the seat, threatening to slip right off as I twitched and shuddered. What’s going on…

“Do you need to catch your breath there?”

“It wasn’t you who did that, was it?”

“No. Come along now. Able assistant, well, they are going to smell like your pussy, taste like your pussy, maybe it was not a man. I get the feeling you suspect it wasn’t a man. Yes, it was a female friend who just licked your cunt. Why don’t we put that cunt to good use? You like cock.”

“I do.”

“Especially my cock?”

“Yes, Gareth.”

“But you also love the cock of our male friends too. I did see you talking to John earlier during dinner.”

“Yes, I happen to love John’s dick. I fantasise about him a lot.”

I wearily stood up with a person guiding me when I noticed the dim light in the corner. It looked like a narrow box on the ground with a hole in it and the sides of the room were narrow too. Gloryholes. I had often fantasised about gloryholes. A random cock in a hole in the wall, yes I was happy with that. But then the box at the bottom? I was not unhappy about it, just bewildered somewhat. The dim light became brighter so I could see what I was doing. Gareth told me to wait.

So I waited. And waited. Slowly, this box became noisy. There was a muffled tone and I watched as this erect penis came up through the hole. There it was, a big throbbing cock waiting for me. I wasn’t too sure what to do. I took the cock in my hand and slipped into my mouth. I wonder whose cock is this? I loved the tasted of this cock. Ran my tongue around the head, sucked it for just a little bit. The guy became very fidgety. Then Gareth threw a minor strop.

“Louisa? No sucking the cock and put it down. I want you to squat over that box, sit on that cock for me.”

I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. As I went towards the box, this erect dick, well, how did he stay hard in that position? A big dick, I could guess who it was. It had to be John. John used to hurt if I didn’t use enough lube. I was feeling like an idiot as I squatted over this cock, guiding it with my hand as I rubbed it against my pussy. It felt so nice to tease somebody before I finally let his cock in me.

Riding dick, I loved the feel of that foreign cock in me, a cock that was not my husbands. The light was switched on the other side of the room. I found another two erect dicks coming out at me, one for each hand. The box was too narrow. I could reach them with my mouth. How greedy with two dicks in hand. Why don’t we suck both them off? One of them was uncut with a foreskin I loved playing with. The other was a pale veiny thing with a bright pink head. Tongue rolled around one dick. Rubbing slightly, that’s good. Switched to the other cock. Continued to play with the foreskin and the head of my other blowjob partner. Then I did something I had wanted to do for years.

I had always wanted to give two guys a blowjob at the same time. I had to rub their cocks together. Their cocks began to twitch. I rather liked that. A mouth full of cock, I felt like a slut. Next thing I know, my grinding and pumping on the cock below me had a result. I couldn’t hear a thing but I felt this violent jerking underneath me. I could feel the stickiness dropping me out of me all over the box. Lover in the box shot his load right up into the depths of my pussy before I felt his flaccid cock disappear completely.

Two cocks in the hand, jerking them off, a few licks and having my mouth wide open to receive their sticky mess. White sticky ropes of cum squirted all over my face and the box, with cum dripping down my face and onto my stiff nipples. What a mess. I kept sucking cock even though I was covered in cum.

The cocks slapped as they disappeared back behind the walls and here I was in this dark room. The lights came on fully. There I was, absolutely drenched in cum when my husband appeared.

“Well, well, well, Louisa. I didn’t know you had it in you, I had been told you like the glory hole fantasy. How was it?”

“Oh, I loved it. I fucking loved it because I love cock, you know it. Foreign cock is great but guess what, your cock is still better. I want your cock now. Fuck me.”

Husband dropped his pants, and a hard throbbing dick shoved into me. He only lasted a couple of minutes, with such forceful thrusts. He stuck his fingers in my mouth, scooping the last remnants of foreign cum. He then slipped his finger into his own mouth. You kinky bastard! Within minutes, my husband’s cum had joined the party deep inside my pussy. So squishy, we both collapsed into a heap and had to compose ourselves.

Well, we walked out of that room and showered together. No one was around to be seen. The following week, we had dinner at John’s. It was eerie sitting at the table because we didn’t speak of the weekend before but we shared knowing glances. It seems it was a fantasy for everybody. Would it happen again? Of course.

Rules of my house, pot luck dinner, you will not leave without cumming