Dinner and a Show

Hester b&w by Hugo de Jong

Mrs A hummed along to the music as she stood at the fridge collecting items for dinner. She turned, arms full and looked up into the smiling face of her husband. Mr A leaned against the door frame watching her. He was dressed in a black tailored suit, white shirt and grey silk tie. There was just something so sexy about a man in a suit she thought to herself.

"Sneaking up on me again, Mr A?" she teased as she sat the food on the counter and turned back toward him. "Are you enjoying the show?"

He crossed the room and slid his arms around her. "Always enjoy watching you gorgeous," he spoke softly in her ear. "I am hoping the show is only beginning."

He kissed her softly and slowly, his tongue lightly teasing hers. She took him in - the familiar smell of his cologne, the taste of him and the feel of his warm body pressed against her and wrapped around her. They stayed like that for some time before he pulled away.

"Forgive me Mrs A, I believe you were in the middle of a show." He went to grab a chair and sat on it in the entrance to the kitchen. "Please carry on."

"You know I always like to please you, sir," she smirked and raised an eyebrow. "What is it that you would like to see?"

"More of you for a start," he grinned at her. "Why don't you start by removing some of those clothes? And I will get comfortable as well."

She watched as he removed his jacket and tie then rolled up his sleeves as sat back down and nodded at her to continue. She walked slowly to him, hips swaying and eyes locked with his. When she reached him she turned around and lifted her hair so that he could unzip her dress. He did it ever so slowly, taking his time at unveiling the bare skin underneath. He planted a soft, fleeting kiss at the base of her spine and then slid the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She now stood, back to him, in her black bra and panties, thigh high stockings and black heels. He ran his finger tip along her spine, sending shivers through her.


"That's better, gorgeous," he spoke in a low deep whisper, all traces of humour gone. "Now off you go, I want to watch you some more."

She walked back into the kitchen and began preparing the meal, making sure to bend and play up for him. She felt self conscious at first and began to chatter away to hide her discomfort.

"Mrs A," his voice was deep and low with just a slight edge that caught her attention.

She looked up at him and they locked eyes. His cool, blue eyes burned into her and she felt the heat rush to her face.

"Shhhhh," he whispered.

She nodded and this time when she went back to work she was intensely aware of his eyes watching her every move. Her body tingled under his gaze and she heard his breathing change as she bent over to place their dinner in the oven.  Her sheer lace panties left little to the imagination and he would have had quite a view of her in that position.

"Turn around," he spoke with a quiet authority.

She turned to face him, waiting.

"Take off the rest for me."

His eyes didn't move from her as she slowly removed what remained of her clothes. She stood before him completely bared, willing herself to stand still and fight the urge to go to him.

"I want to watch you play with yourself, gorgeous," his eyes searched hers, looking for her response.

She bit her lip and felt her pulse race but remained frozen on the spot. He got up and moved the chair back to the long, polished dining table. The table had been set for two and he pushed it all aside then turned back to her.

"Are you going to play for me, Mrs A?" his eyebrow arched questioningly and he patted the table lightly. "Or do I need to remind you what happens to naughty girls that make me wait?"

She flushed and felt the excitement pulse deep within her at his words. When she reached the table, he moved behind her and spoke in her ear.

"Good girl," he kissed her neck and sent shivers down her spine.

He lifted her onto the table and helped her to lay down on the cool, hard wood then moved all of the chairs away except for the one next to her head. He sat down in it and leaned forward to kiss her deeply. His tongue plunged into her mouth and she heard him moan softly. He pulled away slowly and moved his lips to her ear.

"You're so beautiful when you want me, I could never get enough of watching you."

His warm breath and seductive words had her insides clenching.

"Play with your nipples for me, get them nice and hard," he whispered.

She closed her eyes and her fingers moved to pinch and roll her nipples until they stood up hard and eager. She felt his hand gently take hers to his mouth and he slid her finger into his mouth, sucking it lightly and swirling his tongue over the tip before placing it back on her breast. She circled her nipple with her wet finger and felt the pleasure travel across her body.

"I want those in my mouth," his voice was low and lustful in her ear. "My tongue circling them just like your finger is doing now."

She was losing herself now, giving herself over to the delicious experience. She pinched her nipples hard again and gasped at the sensation.

"Yes beautiful, that's it. I'm taking them with my teeth now, just like you like."

Her hand started to moved down her stomach but she stopped herself, waiting for his words.

"Where are you headed lovely?" his tongue traced the edge of her ear and she could hear the smile in his voice. "Tell me what you want."

She hesitated for a moment but was desperate to continue.

"Please," she whispered hoarsely.

"Please what?" his lips brushed her ear.

"Please. I need to touch myself." Her face burned but it was nothing compared to the hot ache between her legs.

"Yes gorgeous," his voice soft and caressing. "Touch that soft pussy for me, tell me how it feels."

Her fingers slid along the wet folds and she sighed in relief. She felt him lean back and knew he was watching her intently as she pleasured herself.  Her fingers began to circle slowly at first, building in intensity and she brought her legs up imagining him inside of her. Her breathing was ragged and stopped altogether when he spoke in her ear again.

"Cum for me. I want to watch your face as you come and then I am going to fuck you beautiful."

Her pace quickened and she held her breath, welcoming the heavy feeling that signalled her coming release. She cried out as it came, pressing her hand firmly between her legs and squeezing her thighs around it. She heard him stand and undo his belt and pants as he moved to the end of the table, then felt herself being pulled gently along the table toward him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he leaned over her, his mouth sealing over her still hard nipple. He sucked greedily and she felt his hardness press against her entrance. He stood up again, holding her by the hips and watching her face as he pushed into her slowly. She welcomed him, never tiring of the satisfying fullness as he buried himself deeply within her. He began to slide in and out of her, eyes closed and lost in the moment of ultimate closeness. It was her turn to watch now and she looked upon him with a mixture of love and desire, a feeling so intense it nearly brought her to tears. She began to move with him, meeting his every thrust and grasping him deep inside as he withdrew. He moaned softly, his face reflecting the exquisite torture.

"Cum for me," she whispered softly, her hand moving down and working herself to climax with him.

She knew he was close, could feel him growing within her. She felt the heat growing within her again and held her breath in anticipation, knowing that once he felt her contracting around him he would follow quickly. She reached the peak and cried out, squeezing around him.

"Yes," he threw his head back and thrust into her, releasing himself into her as she watched him.

When he had finished, he pulled her up to meet his lips. As they kissed, he lifted her up and sat back on the chair with her on his lap. His lips fluttered over her closed eyelids, her forehead, her mouth, her neck.

"I love you," he smiled and nibbled her neck.

The timer buzzed loudly on the oven.

"Perfect timing as always, Mr A," she laughed.