A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Gentleman's Tastes Pt. 06

... everyone and she'd barely even looked my way. But every now and then she'd glance over and then make a point to kiss whomever she was with. She'd caress them or whisper something.

I was content to be this much in her thoughts -- a witness to her lust, her power, her wantonness.

The night wore on and Kelly never seemed to wear out. She didn't drink much. Her skin glowed from the dancing and her own near-continuous blush. Sex was the intoxicant tonight. I kept my drinks minimal too. I didn't want to miss a thing.

Except when I did.

After bringing the table back another round of drinks from the bar, I looked out on the dance floor and couldn't see Kelly. I set the drinks on the tables and noticed that Lena was gone too.

I looked around the table but no one was meeting my eye. It was the five men and two women. John, Lena, and Kelly were gone. I looked around like a kid lost at the mall.

Marisol finally broke the tension. She leaned in and whispered, "They've gone downstairs." Before I could bolt, she added, "Stay here."

I froze.

"Those are your instructions," she said, "We don't want to lose the tables."

My heart was racing. I looked into Marisol's eyes. I needed comfort, but all I saw was pity. I scanned the other faces who were variously smirking into their drinks. Nola was whispering into Doug's ear and stroking his lower back. They both laughed and then looked at me, slightly embarrassed. Nola shrugged. Her breast jiggled under the crop top.

I ...

... felt the urge to text my wife and check in on her, but stopped myself. Should I look that needy and insecure? Would Lena frown on the interruption to whatever they were up to? I should trust my mistress.

As I set Casey's drink down for him. He smiled broadly.

"I'll break the ice," he said. "Your wife is incredibly hot. How'd you land that?"

"We... we were high-school sweethearts. Different schools though."

"Of course, yeah. I should've locked my first down too before she knew how hot she was." He laughed and slapped my back.

I felt uncomfortable as he leaned in.

"I'm hoping to fuck her tonight." he said. "If she's into me. Do you think your wife will give me a shot?"

As the frankness of his question and the supposition behind it reverberated through my body, I felt a sense of shock. That's what the night was for. My wife was here to fuck. But Casey's question made it clear. Kelly wasn't just some slut pulling a train on command. She was only going to take partners she wanted. Would she want any? Would she want all? I found myself too overwhelmed to be angry at the question -- a man telling me he wanted to screw my wife and not asking my permission, but whether he was her type?

I could only fall back on my nature. I could only be the Gentleman. I pictured her earlier out on the dance floor with him. She had leaned back on him grinding and smiling as he caressed her shoulders.

I said, "She seemed to like you. She likes her shoulders stroked."

Casey ...