Ladies Who Lunch - Sex Stories

Ladies Who Lunch

... It then hit him like a bolt from the blue, that his wife's weekly luncheon dates weren't the innocent affairs he has assumed them to be, and he wondered where things were leading. At that point Sylvia tapped her wine glass with a spoon, and announced, "It's time for dessert ladies, which you will be delighted to know, is strawberries and cream," and she went out to the kitchen, returning with a tray on which there were three bowls of strawberries, but no sign of any cream. She placed a bowl in front of each group of two women and one man, and clapped her hands, "Dessert is served, enjoy." Almost as if this was a prearranged signal, each of the six women then stood up and removed their skirts. Aroused as he was, Alan grew even harder when he saw that none of them was wearing panties, presenting him and the other two men with the sight of six delectably groomed pussies. Returning to her place beside Alan, Sylvia turned to him and murmured seductively, "Its time to earn your lunch now, lovely man. Stand up and let us remove your trousers so that we can see that interesting package you keep in there." By now, Alan was growing extremely excited, and he groaned quietly as Sylvia and Mary undid his belt, and sliding his trousers down to his ankles, started to fondle and caress his cock and balls. "Sit on the table, Alan," Sylvia commanded, "and open your legs so that Mary and I can get better acquainted with that delicious cock." What followed was fifteen minutes of exquisite ...

... torture for Alan, as his two female companions teased him, sucking his balls into their mouths, licking the length of his throbbing shaft, and taking it in turns to slip his engorged head into their mouths. From the groans that barely penetrated his consciousness, he knew that the other two men were receiving the same delicious treatment, and with part of his mind he wondered just how often his apparently innocent wife had given similar sexual favours to one or other of their male friends, although by then he was really past caring. Eventually he could stand it no longer, and he cried out, "Ladies, I am going to come." Sylvia and Mary cooed in unison, "Oh yummy, cream is served," and taking the bowl and holding it in front of his cock, Sylvia started to masturbate his shaft, while Mary knelt between his legs so that she could suck his balls. Alan couldn't remember cumming so hard in years, as he started to ejaculate stream after stream of hot semen over the strawberries, crying out in ecstasy at the intense sensations spreading from his loins down his shaking thighs and across his taut abdomen. At last he was spent, and slipping from the table he collapsed on his chair exhausted. Then, in front of his excited gaze, Sylvia and Mary proceeded to feed each other cum soaked strawberries, licking their lips in satisfaction with each succulent morsel. When there were only a few of the bright red fruits left, Sylvia glanced over at him, and said to Mary, "Poor man, he hasn't had any ...