The Dinner Party Ch. 02

The couples followed Phillip into the dining room as Natalie brought up the rear. They found their spots at the table and were seated. Phillip and Natalie took opposite ends of the table. Nick was seated to Phillip's right with Carina next to him, then Edward and Bridget. Opposite Nick sat the elegant Sophia with her husband, Massimo, next to her and then Gretchen and Gunther. The table looked to have been quickly rearranged to remove two place settings. Things just weren't quite symmetrical, though the plates were spaced evenly.

At first glance, Nick thought it looked like any other elegant dinner party. A man and woman in dark uniforms began bringing the soup course in to the seated diners, a rich cream of asparagus. Conversation was light and entertaining for the most part but the contents of the conversations were something else entirely.

"Gunther and I have just returned from a vacation in Mexico. We found many delicious locals willing to entertain us."

She gave a feral grin that Nick found almost frightening. What exactly did she do with the locals? Eat them? His mind flashed back to the kiss he had seen her share with Carina. Perhaps she did, in a manner of speaking.

"Oh, yes!" Massimo nodded gravely. "We found Mexico, Guadalajara in particular, to be most invigorating. Did we not, Sophia?"

He raised his wife's hand to his lips. Her eyes flashed in the candlelight as she smiled.

"Very much so. I enjoyed the spa treatments as well as all of the delicious young men, so eager to please."

"What was the name of that maid at the hotel who was so fresh and appealing?" Massimo asked.

"Micaela. Yes, she was a very... fresh young lady. I believe she learned to enjoy many things she never would have thought of before we left," Sophia said.

Her husband brought his hand up to brush the side of her breast with the back of his fingers. "I know she enjoyed these. I certainly enjoyed watching her lick them."

Sophia smiled indulgently at her husband. Nick looked on, trying not to show his surprise. He knew what would be going on here tonight, in theory at least, but somehow the incongruity of the elegant participants made it seem all the more erotic.

Nick looked around as the soup plates were cleared and the fish course was brought in, oysters on the half shell. He suddenly realized Carina's hand was in her neighbor's lap, under his napkin. It was the British man, Edward. Looking farther down the table, he realized the man's partner, Bridget, also had her hand under the napkin.

The two women's hands seemed to dance a tango under the napkin. As Nick watched, the napkin shifted off the man's lap and drifted to the floor, revealing the proceedings. Bridget's hand was cupping and playing with Edward's balls while Carina's hand was leisurely stroking his erection. It wasn't Bridget's hand playing with Carina's that he had seen, but rather Carina's hand and Edward's cock.

As the server set down Edward's oysters he looked up at her. "I seem to have lost my napkin under the table."

The young woman smiled brightly. "Allow me to get that for you, sir."

She knelt down and slipped between the chairs at the table and soon appeared again, with her head between Edward's legs. "Is there anything else you'd like while I'm down here, sir?"

"Right here, dear. You can take over for me." Carina fed the girl Edward's cock as if it were a big sausage and the girl went to work with a will, sucking and deep throating it.

Unconcernedly, it seemed, Edward went on with eating his oysters.

Carina glanced over at Nick and noticed his pre-occupied stare. "Is there something wrong with your oysters?"

"Ummm, no, not at all."

Nick looked around the table and realized not everyone was staring at Edward. They were all preoccupied with other conversations or diversions. Even Bridget was continuing the conversation she had been engaged in with Natalie at the end of the table as if nothing else were going on.

Phillip had Sophia's hand in his and was complimenting her on a ring Massimo had recently bought her while they were in Rome. He leaned in and looked at it carefully, then smiled at her in a way that left little doubt in Nick's mind that they knew each other more intimately.

Sophia's husband, Massimo, was discussing investments in diamonds with Gretchen. Gretchen suddenly stood with an exasperated look. "This dress is driving me crazy! I will never buy another Vera Wang." She casually reached back and unzipped it, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it. Left in nothing but her garter belt, stockings and panties, she picked up the dress and held it out to the male server who took it out of the room.

Gretchen sat and everyone returned to whatever they were doing as if a woman with a set of very healthy looking breasts wasn't sitting nearly naked at the table. Nick tried not to look, but found his eyes straying to her every few minutes. Suddenly, she pounded the table with a fist to drive home a point in her argument and Nick was transfixed as her breasts shook. It had an effect on him under his own napkin.

Nick heard a gulping noise down and to his right. He looked and saw the servant girl release Edward's now flaccid cock from her mouth and slide back under the table to pop out between the chairs. She straightened her clothes and began removing the oyster plates, carrying them out to the kitchen.

The main course was served, a beautiful chicken breast in a light lemon sauce with tiny glazed squashes and carrots.

"Ah, I've always been a breast man," Phillip exclaimed as the plate was set before him. Everyone chuckled politely at the obvious joke.

"You have no idea how true that is," Natalie added. "Some nights I'm not sure he knows there's other parts of me!"

"Now, now, dear," Sophia chided gently. "We all know you have your favorite parts as well."

This appeared to be an inside joke as the group erupted in laughter around Nick, Natalie laughing as heartily as the next.

"Eat well, my friends, you will need your energy tonight," Phillip invited as the laughter ended. "But remember to save room for dessert."