The Cottage Ch. 02

She asked us, "Would you like your basket or dessert now?"

"Dessert, please. How much longer before the show starts?" asked Chris.

"The show will start in about 45 minutes. I will be back with your dessert." She turned and walked away.

"Don't ask! You'll see later. I personally selected everything that you will seelater, and yes it does go home with us," he said, before I could even ask. Just as he was starting to cuddle up to me Cindy returned. This was the most intense dessert I had ever laid my eyes on.

The dessert was chocolate mouse molded into the shape of a cock going into a pussy. The clit was a cherry and the balls were chocolate-dipped strawberries. Whipped cream was placed to look like hair. The whole dessert was a very visual experience.

I fed him a few bites of the pussy, and he fed me a few bites of the cock. I made a special effort to feed him my cherry. The strawberries were a whole other experience. I took my strawberry and held it up over my mouth, licked at it with my tongue, put it into my mouth and pulled it back out. Then I bit down on it looking into his eyes. He did not even get to his.

He gently kissed my neck, which sent shock waves through my body. He started sucking on my neck, first just below my earlobe, slowly venturing down to my collar bone, skipping around the strap of my dress. He started licking down to my cleavage. He slid his hand into my dress and started rubbing my nipple. I leaned back letting him explore my body, with his tongue and hand.

He sat up and reached for the strawberry-flavored gel, and began painting my pussy. Cindy was right: this did, indeed, offer a rather intense heating sensation. He sat up and reached for his strawberry, and ate it in one fell swoop. I was on fire and he got up to go use the little boys' room.

As I sat there, burning for him to return, I drank my cool, intoxicating drink. Cindy returned with two fresh drinks in her hand and a basket that was wrapped in gold velvet with a red velvet bow.

She told me, "Wait for him to come back before you open this." And she left. Before I could even think about opening the basket, Chris returned. He seemed to approve of the basket being delivered.

"Go ahead and open it." I methodically untied the bow and draped it around my neck, then slowly pulled back the very soft material. As the material fell away, revealing a mid-sized basket overflowing with erotic items. There was a Café Aphrodite cookbook, 16-ounce jars of the lubes that were on the table, C-rings of different colors and sizes, 1 rounded glass blown dildo that had ten closely placed rippled edges, 1 very large vibrator, a book about Kama Sutra positions, and a remote-controlled vibrator. I folded up the velvet wrapping and placed it back in the basket.

"I really think we could have fun with all of these items, but I don't think we need to try them out here. There is enough stimulation without," I said with huge smile on my face. Oh, the things we could do.

"I agree, now, where was I?" With that he was back sucking on my neck and squeezing my nipple; he started going down farther and farther till he was burying his face in my crotch. As he breathed, the red gel from earlier heated up again. The burning was causing me to make little cooing sounds; he didn't need to touch me, just breath. "You are too hot," he said to me. He reached for the purple gel and painted it only on my clit. The burning sensation was cooled but not extinguished. He slowly circled the opening of my very wet hole with his finger, and licked my clit with one quick flip of his tongue. I was taken to a level of desire that I had not known existed. He did it again. I don't know if it was the drink I was drinking or the whole sensory overload of the evening but I came, and with such force that juices actually squirted out of me and onto his face.

He looked up at me from in between my legs; with his fingers he wiped the juices off of his face and licked them off of his fingers. Then he went back down and nibbled on my clit, while he plunged three fingers deep into me. I let out a soft cry as I came again, with the same ferocity as before. My goodness, this was intense, and I wanted more...lots more.

As he licked my clit with slow strokes and let his finger stay in me, just moving slightly, I was brought to climax again. I think he found my G-spot, and he knew it; again and again I felt explosions within me. This was like a rollercoaster that never seemed to end. I felt sweat starting to form on my forehead; my throat was sore from the vocal release. "I think you've had enough for now," he said, with smile on his face that seemed to light up the whole room.

He sat up and drank. The lights on the stage where starting to flicker like they do at a play. The show was going to begin.

The announcer got up on the stage and said to the crowd, "Welcome to the Kama Sutra Room. With that name you would expect to see a show on the methods and techniques taught in the Kama Sutra. Well, in part that is true, but this is meant to be a learning and a sexual experience. From the first drink to the last curtain call, you are expected to experience multiple orgasms and the loss of all inhabitations. You are not to engage in sexual acts with anyone other than the person you came here with. The actors and actresses on stage are trained professionals, with protection used at all times. I will encourage playing with and exploring your partners, but I strongly discourage any of you having sexual intercourse. By exploring your partner you will learn how to heighten your own sexual pleasures. Intercourse is the final act, and we are not here to deliver a—forgive the expression—'wham , bam, thank you m'am' kind of experience.

"To completely fulfill our own sexual fantasies, we must first fulfill our partner, in doing so, will add a new layer of love and trust to your relationships. As you watch this evening's performance, explore your partner. Now, without further a due, I give you the Kama Sutra Room Performers."

Everyone clapped. The curtains went up, revealing a naked man, rubbing massage oil all over his partner. He was exploring her with love in his eyes. She was lying on her back with her butt on a pillow, her legs were gently spread apart.

Just as I was getting into the show before me, I felt his hand run up my white stocking to the garter belt clip. He paused there for a moment, and then continued to my inner thigh, gently massaging his way up, with his hand inching closer and closer to my waiting pussy. When he reached my waiting lips, he gently pulled them apart and rubbed one of the gels all around me. Then he retreated back.

I was not sure what he had just introduced to me, but I could feel myself almost nearing climax again, with just the table rubbing my nipples. I turned to him and took off his jacket; it looked very hot. I proceeded to unbutton the buttons on his shirt and vest. Taking off his shirt, revealing his naked chest, I licked his nipples, till they started to respond to my touch.

I took them into my mouth and let my tongue dance around them. He leaned back, as I traced his hair line with my tongue, till I came to his pants. I undid the button and zipper with my teeth, an old trick I'd learned. I gently grabbed the band of his underwear with my teeth; he helped me pull them down. I painted the red gel on him, and blew on it gently. I heard him gasp as the gel worked its magical heat on him.

I sat up and leaned back, letting my hand creep down to my burning crotch. I made sure he could see very clearly what I was doing. I spread my lips open revealing my pussy, dripping juices. I put my index finger on my clit and started rubbing my opening with my other fingers. I was so hot that I let out a low cry; as I quickly excited myself, he watched with curiosity. Not being able to hold back any longer, he leaned down, lowering his face, breathing on me. The yearning of wanting him was intense; I wanted to feel his wet tongue. As though he could read my mind, he started to nibble every crevice of me. He did this with a ferocity I had never felt before. I wanted him, as he slowly stopped, leaving me speechless.

Instead of watching the show I sat up and pushed him down, reaching down past his balls, and pushed two fingers into the flesh between his balls and asshole. I teasingly licked him, gently squeezed his balls, and sucked him right back into my mouth. I took him in and out of my mouth till he was nearing another climax, except this time, I untied the top of my dress and placed his hard cock in between my luscious breasts.

Letting my breasts squeeze around him, I moved up and down, letting him feel the tightness all around him. Just as I heard the low gurgle from his mouth, I took the head of his cock in my mouth with my breasts still engulfing him, and sucked all he had to give me. As his cum dripped from the corners of my mouth, he wiped it with his fingers, placing it back on my tongue.

The show on the stage was starting to heat up. The Lingam Massage had given way to oral pleasures. Since we had just explored each others bodies with our own tongues, we watched for a few minutes. Not that either of us was familiar with Kama Sutra, my techniques were very close to those which she used. The actor's techniques intrigued my husband. I wasn't sure if it was the technique he was watching which caused him to slowly rub himself, or if it was just watching this very attractive man pleasuring the young Asian woman on stage.

Cindy brought two new drinks. The alcohol was taking its toll on me and I was not sure how we were going to get home. I laid on his chest, gently rubbing him as we watched the couple on stage move into the different positions. Some we have done, others we would like to try. I was glad to have the book in the basket, so we could explore, later.

I think I was most aroused by the position of 'Put one Under', in this position the women lies on top of the man with her back to him and only allows a small portion of the cock to come into her. To me it was an incredibly arousing position. Here he was free to play with my nipples and/or clit, while still achieving penetration. The show was nearing completion and I still had a hot burning desire for more.

Cindy appeared and said, "I have arranged for our Café limo to drive you both home. In the morning, if you give me your keys, your car will be driven to your home. We look forward to having you join us again; maybe next time you will entertain the Renaissance Room. It has light bondage mixed with themed costumes and hand- and leg-cuffed booths, with the same menu. Or maybe our Voyeurism Room is to your liking: we tape everything you do in your booth for your own personal showing later. I hope you have had a good night and I will return with your leftovers, a DVD of the show and your bill. Is there anything else I can get you?'

Chris said, "No, and thank you very much for the ride home, you have saved me from getting a cab."

Cindy returned with our bill, leftovers and a coupon for our next visit. I never saw the bill because Chris grabbed it before I could see it. He paid for it with cash although I did see several one-hundred dollar bills left in the check folder. Chris left a one hundred dollar bill on the table as a tip, and for the first time I did not object. We made our way to the Maitre'd and he escorted us to a gorgeous black stretch limo that quickly took us home.

Home at last, free to take off clothes and explore each other farther. We stumbled up the steps of the cottage and he put the food in the fridge. I enticingly held up the basket and shook it, encouraging him to come up the stairs after me. He quickly closed the fridge and ran up. When we got into the bedroom, I stripped off his tux jacket, vest, shirt and pants. Leaving him standing in the middle of the room with nothing on. I ordered him into the captain's chair, which I had moved closer to the bed. I was still fully dressed.

I grabbed the handcuffs from the bag on the dresser. I grabbed the handcuffs and tethered both of his legs to the chair, although I allowed his hands to be free. I took his hard cock into my mouth and plunged him deep into my throat. I could hear him moan. I put all the saliva I could on him and grabbed him with both hands and rubbed him hard between my hands. I stopped long enough to deeply thrust him back into my mouth; when I was sure he was near orgasm I stopped and climbed onto the bed. I lay down on the bed with my pussy close to his head, but still far enough away that he could not touch. I slowly started rubbing my clit in between two of my fingers.

I was starting to get very excited, and so was he. He grabbed his cock and started rubbing it, very slowly, pulling the side of his shaft out to the side. Then back to long strokes. I grabbed my nipple with my left hand, while I continued to play with myself with my right hand. I took my nipple and started pinching it and flicking it, making myself hotter and hotter. I reached into the bag and took out my glass toy that had several large ridges on it. I continued playing with my nipples while, I took the glass toy slowly at first, pushing it into me, then increasing speed every so often, letting it come out and rub up against my clit. I started moaning with deep pleasure as the first wave of satisfaction came over me. He never allowed himself to cum—what control! I could see it on his face: he was very much enjoying his show, but he really wanted me.

I went over to the chair were he was being held captive. His cock was rather hard and just a little bit excited. I started rubbing him up and down with my body. My dress at this point was getting in the way; I had already untied it, but it was gathered around my waist. I stood up, letting him look at me. I started to swing my hips as I slid the dress down off of my hips, and legs. I was standing there with only the white garter and stockings on.

I resumed my rubbing of his body, and with his hands free to explore me, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down on top of him. I pulled myself off of him, undid the cuffs that confined his legs. I remounted him, except this time my back was to him. I wanted him to watch his delicious cock going in me. I bent over and grabbed his calves for support, letting him see his whole length plunge deep into me. He grabbed my hips to set the rhythm.

Although I could not see his face, I could hear him enjoying this. I was enjoying feeling his cock go in me really deep then slowly being pulled out. He released his grip on my hip with his left hand to grasp my nipple. I heard him say, "I...want... you...to... get...off... with...me... I...want... to...feel... your...pussy... clamp...down... on...me...NOW!" and with that he let out a tremendous roar as I felt him release inside of me. He grabbed my nipple, as I screamed, "Yes...Oh!...Yes...Yes!" feeling a release within me of monumental proportions. It was as if the evening of playing had built up to one massive orgasm that seemed to take all the energy we had.

We dragged our exhausted bodies to bed.