Since that decision was made, we became friends; along with two other couples. We try and meet up as a group at least once a month; but with work and life getting in the way, it’s not always possible. Fortunately though, only one couple in our group have children to worry about.
They were the ones that couldn’t make it when Alison and James invited us over for a party one evening.
We arrived and were ushered into their home by James, he explained that Alison was preparing the Hors-d'oeuvre in the kitchen and that she would be out later. What a lie that turned out to be.
We sat and chatted for a short while and were offered some drinks. We both accepted gin and tonics when the doorbell rang. I answered the door, it was our other friends Melissa and Steve. Melissa looked as gorgeous as ever and dressed for the evening; she was wearing practically nothing and if I knew Melissa, she would not be wearing knickers either. Her skirt was black and very short, barely covering her pussy if I were to be honest. Her top failed dismally to contain her breasts. At least Maggie, my wife, got dressed to leave the house.
“I don’t know why you bothered with those clothes,” I told her as I let them in. Melissa just giggled at me, squeezing my crotch as she walked past.
We all congregated back in the lounge and I made Melissa and Steve some drinks. James once more explained that Alison was preparing the food.
“I’ll just give her a quick hand,” Maggie told James as she pulled herself up from the sofa using his arm as a lever. The rest of us just continued chatting.
After some time I started to become slightly uneasy. I started looking to the kitchen door to see whether someone would come in and invite us to have a few snacks. The more I watched the door, the more I became concerned. Had the kitchen swallowed up Alison? Had both the women been kidnapped? Or worse, abducted by aliens?
It was strange because I heard no one talking or clanking of pans or any noise associated with food preparation.
James was eagerly chatting to Melissa and Steve. As I looked towards them I could see James’ hand lightly touch Melissa’s breast. I made my way to the kitchen door.
My jaw dropped open at the sight in front of me.
Alison was lying horizontally on the table, laid out like lunch. She was dressed in stockings and suspenders and a mask that fully covered her eyes, but that was it. Her breasts fell to either side of her body. Her hands were down by her side. It was like she was dead; the rise and fall of her chest was the only give away sign that she wasn’t. Around her were snacks, Canapés of all sorts, I could identify salmon ones and cream cheese. There were strawberries and cream in small pots scattered around her. In between her legs were dishes of cut carrot and celery purposefully placed with the dips.
Maggie, by this time, had circled the body and had taken a Canapé from the table and was eating it. I watched her as she lifted the carrot from the dish. She hesitated. I could see the indecision on her face. Does she put into her pussy and then eat it or does she use the sour cream! Maggie dipped the carrot into the sour cream and bit off the end. She finished the carrot; crunching it and chewing it as she looked at Alison.
Alison seemed to be breathing heavily in anticipation. I could see she wanted to be touched. She knew someone was there. Alison gasped out loud. The reason was a fingernail; Maggie’s fingernail, that touched Alison’s finger and stroked along her arm.
Melissa appeared next to me, “Oh my god,” she said. I turned quickly to hush Melissa whose shocked words, although fairly quietly, was still audible. Alongside her was Steve and then James came into the room smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, dinner is served,” he announced.
Maggie’s finger was dragging its way up Alison’s arm. Her other hand plucked a salmon canapé from the table. Maggie was smiling all the time that she slowly walked around the table. Like me, she couldn’t believe the feast in front of her. She popped the food into her mouth as her fingertip rounded Alison’s nipple.
It wasn’t long before we were all spread around the table in different positions. The men just looked at Alison displayed as she was amongst the food. Then we all started eating. It was surreal in a way.
Melissa was the first to abuse Alison, in a nice way. She picked up a pot of cream and a strawberry. The latter she placed into her mouth in the most erotic way I have ever seen. The cream she poured onto Alison’s right nipple. As she poured, it started to run down the side of her breast and onto the table. Melissa watched it and then plunged her mouth over Alison’s nipple and sucked on it. Melissa followed the cream down her heaving breast and onto the table top. She licked it all up. Then she repeated it again, and again.
Alison was sighing and moaning at the attention she was being given; though she was keeping her body fairly straight and stiff in the process. Both Maggie and Melissa were now touching her. I watched as her head followed the touches on her skin; desperately trying to determine who was doing the touching. It was amazing that after that initial outburst by Melissa, no-one spoke at all.
I watched as Melissa took another carrot; celery was definitely not her favourite food at all. This time she did as I thought she would have done last time. She slipped the cold carrot stick into Alison’s pussy. Alison gasped. After pulling and pushing it in a few times, Maggie retrieved it, licked it and then ate it. Her nostrils flared at the naughtiness of the whole situation. I could see she was getting turned on.
Melissa picked up a few snacks and started to eat them, after she popped the final one in her mouth she grabbed her top and pulled it over her head. Her breasts swung free. She leant over the table and swung them over Alison’s breasts. They touched and their nipples rubbed past one another. Melissa then positioned her breast above Alison’s face, she poured some of the cream onto her own breast and watched as it dribbled around her breasts, onto her nipple and slowly dripped onto Alison’s mouth.
Alison was quick to open her mouth and suck the cream into it. She never knew what route it took to get there.
Maggie started to undress, her whole attire was discarded in under a minute, except for her hold up stockings and shoes which she left on; for some unknown reason. She started to clear the table of the dips, celery and carrot sticks that were lying between Alison’s legs. She placed them on the side tables next to her. She walked to the end of the table and grabbed Alison’s legs under her knees. Suddenly Alison was pulled towards the end of the table. Her bum lying close to the edge, her legs flailing in mid-air until her heels found the edge of the table.
Melissa’s breast was left hanging over the table, the cream dripping onto it.
I didn’t know which way to look. On the one side of the table, Maggie was starting to kneel down, and on the other, James was fondling Melissa’s bum and pussy from under the shortest of skirts as she leant over the table. His finger was pushing its way inside her as she dribbled cream over her tits.
Every man in the room had a hard on under their trousers.
The next I heard was Alison gasp out load. Maggie had abandoned the carrot sticks. It was tongue time now. She thrust her tongue into Alison’s pussy. I knew as I watched her that she was doing what she loved most. Ever since we had met these two lovely people, she loved Alison’s pussy and would quite happily spend the whole day between her thighs.
Maggie’s tongue extended all the way inside Alison’s pussy; much better than a carrot stick, I thought. I walked to the table and picked up a few crisps and started to crunch on them. I then picked up a pot of cream and dribbled it over Alison’s pussy and onto Maggie’s tongue. I used the whole pot. I wanted to drown that pink pussy and tongue and red lips in white cream.
My attention was grabbed by Melissa who had started to climb onto the table now that there was room at the top. She hiked her skirt up to her waist; not that it had that far to go, but it allowed her to move more freely. She then waddled towards Alison on her knees.
Suddenly I became enormously horny. I knew what Melissa was going to do and I loved to watch her do it. Steve was on the other side of the table to me, watching her. Melissa slowly lifted her bum over and onto Alison’s face. She gasped as she felt a tongue slip along her pussy. Her hands instantly came up to her breasts and she played with her nipples as she rested her pussy onto Alison’s tongue.