Ladies Who Lunch - Sex Stories

Ladies Who Lunch

... and fondle his balls through the thin material of his trousers and very soon he had a very hard erection. Looking across at Jim he realised from the slightly dreamy look on his face that he was receiving very similar treatment.

It then hit him like a bolt from the blue that his wife's weekly luncheon dates weren't the innocent affairs he had assumed them to be, and he wondered where things were leading.

Sylvia then tapped her wineglass 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, and came back 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 were 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, "It's time to earn your lunch now, lovely man. Stand up and let us take off 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 Angela undid his belt, and after 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 Angela 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 and licking the length of his throbbing shaft; 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. With part of his mind, he wondered just how often his apparently innocent wife had given her 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 cried out, "Ladies, I am going to cum."

Sylvia and Angela 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 Angela knelt between his legs so that she could suck his balls.

Alan couldn't remember cumming so hard in years. He started to ejaculate stream after stream of hot semen over the strawberries, crying out in ecstasy at the intense sensations spreading from his groin 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 Angela ...