Table for Four

by Diana Hunter

  Lissa looked over at David in alarm. “Yes.” Her voice drawled the word out. How did he know?

  “Could you have done that if you didn’t love him?”

  “I respect him, that’s not the same thing.”

  “Love is respect in plain clothes.” He looked over at her. “I did research the whole Master thing when you first told me that was what you wanted. What Adora and I share is less complicated than the dance of D/s between a Master and submissive. You will come to love him, Lissa. I’m prepared for that.”

  She rolled over and kissed him soundly. Her husband had actually read the sites she’d given him; he hadn’t just skimmed them before deciding her choices were not his choices. Gratitude and love swelled inside her breast. “You are the most wonderful man in the world,” she whispered.

  Afterward, combing her hair out for the second time that morning, Lissa’s thoughts drifted back to her conversation with David before the night’s swap. Worry at that time had convinced her the time with another lover would change them both and she had been right. They were changed. But not in any of the negative ways that scared her. Where before they shared a love, now the two of them were even more committed to one another than before.

  With that in mind, Lissa suggested another swap whenever David felt comfortable with sharing her again. Leaving the details up to the others, she once more settled into her normal daily routine.

  Except she could not get the image of Richard’s cock out of her head. In odd moments all week the sight of it would come back to her. Long, thick as her forearm, engorged with desire; Richard had not let her touch it and she knew that only added to her fascination. She never had the desire to suck David’s cock, but she found herself wondering what Richard would taste like. Poking out of that thick nest of curly black hair, the man’s cock dominated her thoughts.

  “Richard and Adora have invited us for dinner Friday night. Shall I accept?” David cradled the phone in his hands as he called to Lissa, interrupting her reverie. With a guilty start, she set down the baster she’d been drying…and rubbing while she pondered Richard’s cock yet again.

  “Yes, go ahead.” She double-checked the calendar. Friday night was tomorrow night and the calendar was currently empty.

  David made the arrangements, hung up the phone and sauntered into the kitchen to find his wife.

  “So is this dinner only?” Lissa’s stomach did a small flip as she considered the alternatives.

  “At this point, yes. But I want you to remain open to the thought of staying the night.”

  Lissa’s tremulous smile belied her burgeoning excitement. “And will you stay as well?”

  “No.” David’s casual air hid his own inner excitement at the proposal Richard had made. “I will definitely be coming home after dinner. But perhaps, not with you.”

  Lissa grinned. “You mean Adora.”

  David dropped the act and pulled Lissa into his arms. “Would you mind?”

  “Staying overnight with Richard? I’d like that. If you don’t mind, that is.”

  “This sounds so absurd! I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

  Lissa laughed. “Well, as far as other people are concerned, we’re just two couples who enjoy each other’s company and get together for dinner every week.”

  “Except where other couples play cards after dinner, we swap wives.”

  “Swap husbands,” Lissa amended.

  “Swap spouses,” David agreed.

  “Who knows? Maybe this time I’ll have a bruise or two to show you.” Lissa grinned and sauntered out of the kitchen, wagging her ass at him provocatively.

  David watched her go, his cock hardening at the thought of sharing his wife with another man. Definitely there was something very erotic about that thought. Just as there was something tremendously erotic about the memory of Adora’s lips around his cock. The remembered scent of her pussy floated past his nose and he sniffed deep. What would it be like to sink his cock into that glorious scent?

  * * * * *

  Lissa dressed just as self-consciously for their dinner this time as she had before. She chose a short jean skirt she hadn’t worn in quite some time, accompanied by a summer pink short sleeve blouse that buttoned up the front. No sports bra this time, instead she opted for a front closure push-up type. The summer’s heat was too hot for pantyhose, so she slipped bare feet into her sandals. And in a rash act of wantonness, she left her panties in the drawer.

  David noted his wife’s slightly slutty outfit, and only grinned in enjoyment. He remembered her wearing that skirt before they married; the view was as good now as it was then. Lissa’s shapely legs lent themselves to a short skirt.

  “Come here, woman!”

  Lissa looked at David and grinned when she saw the appreciative look in his eye. Meandering over to him, an exaggerated sway to her hips, she stood before him and put her arms around his neck.

  “You called?”

  For answer, David only ran his hands down along her sides, feeling the outer curves of her bosom, the inner sweep of her waist, down along her perfect hips. He bent forward, letting his hands travel further; finding the hem of her skirt and running his hands up the backs of her thighs to cup her bare ass cheeks. David raised an eyebrow at her in mock scolding.

  Lissa blushed, but did not drop her own challenging gaze.

  David bussed her on the nose and slapped her naked ass playfully. “Perhaps one of these days it will be you who goes into a restaurant and shows her ass to a strange man.”

  A thrill made Lissa’s stomach do another one of those flips. “I don’t know if I could do that.”

  “I bet you could if Richard ordered you to. Not yet. But in the future?”

  She shook her head and grinned. “Perhaps. But that’s a long way off.” Tucking her arm through her husband’s the two headed out for the night’s rendezvous.

  * * * * *

  The four sat in the exotic living room sipping soft drinks as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have two women reclining on cushions while their male counterparts sat in the overstuffed chairs. Lissa and Adora smiled often at each other, but made little conversation, content to let the men have their say. And when they moved to the dinner table and the men held out chairs for them, Lissa gave Richard as royal a nod as Adora gave to David. Lissa was beginning to understand the power of silence.

  Richard watched the woman he would soon have to himself. She glowed under his gaze as if the heat of his look were the sun to her blossoming flower. And she had dressed appropriately for the evening, almost mimicking what she had seen Adora wear the night the four of them first met. Intuitively the woman had seen his tastes and knew what he would like, and then she had dressed that way for him. In the depths of his being, he was pleased.

  Lissa felt his gaze on her as his eyes sought hers often throughout the meal. His neatly trimmed beard and mustache looked less threatening tonight, more elegant. And his face seemed as if even more tanned by the sun; a dark, swarthy king ready to take his not-so-reluctant slave girl.

  As for David, he thought Adora grew more beautiful each time he saw her. The quiet demeanor she presented during dinner only served to whet his appetite for her conversation later. Last week she had briefly shared the scared little girl that lived inside her soul; would he be able to coax her out again this week?

  And Adora simply smiled to see the dynamics at the table. The dinner conversation ebbed and flowed as it had before. David was a good friend for Richard, and Lissa smiled at her several times during the meal. They would have to get together for lunch sometime this week. Adora thought it would be nice to be friends with her husband’s toy, the one who would tame his wild beast. Did she dare hope that Lissa would tame him enough? She would very much like to make love to her husband the way she and David had made love before.

  For she had seen a difference in Richard this week. Less moody, less prone to growl. Of course, the same could be said about herself. She turned her at
tention again to David, the man whose cock had never been sucked until she wrapped her lips around him. That fact still surprised her. There was a patience about him, an understanding she hadn’t seen in men before. She knew he loved her, but she was not quite ready to love him back.

  As the dinner wound to a close, Adora stood at a prearranged signal from Richard and began to gather the dishes. Lissa stood to help clear. To her surprise, Richard also stood, and David followed suit. The four worked together to take the dishes to the kitchen and scrape and put away. Adora ran the water to wash and David and Lissa took up towels to dry; Richard put away. The conversation here flowed more freely; Adora and Lissa taking the opportunity to throw in their own zingers on occasion. Soon the chore was done and the next phase of the evening was set to begin.

  “Melissa.” There was a different tone to Richard’s voice and Lissa’s ears perked up. She draped her towel across the rack as she faced her Master, her cheeks blushing as she did so. It was one thing to behave as a slave before just him. It was something totally different to do so in front of her own husband.

  Richard saw that. Gratified that her eyes showed she would do as commanded, he took mercy on her embarrassment in front of her husband. In a more gentle voice, he asked her, “Are you ready to forsake your husband’s bed and submit to me for the time we have set?”

  She swallowed hard and spared a glance at David to make sure he was all right with this. At his nod, she stepped forward. “Yes, Sir, I am.”

  “Then say your goodbyes to David and go upstairs and wait for me in our playroom.”

  She turned to David, who took her arm and led her to the bottom of the stairs. Richard and Adora remained in the kitchen. As the door swung shut, David pulled Lissa’s chin up and studied his wife.

  “Is this what you want? I can take you home if you’d rather.”

  “No, David. I want this. I really do. Take Adora home instead.”

  He leaned forward to kiss her before she departed. As his lips closed over hers, Lissa closed her eyes, leaning in toward his warmth and love. His tongue caressed hers for only a moment before he withdrew and gave her a wink.

  That made her laugh out loud and she knew her course was true. “See you later, dearest husband of mine!” And with a flounce of her skirt and a flash of her ass, she disappeared up the stairs.

  David grinned and turned as Adora and Richard joined him. With a smile, Adora put her hand in his and nodded toward the door. Richard placed his hand on his shoulder and nodded; with that, David took Adora home to spend the night.

  Chapter 6

  Once again David had equipped the guest room with candles; this time they would not go to waste. Full from Adora’s delicious dinner, the two paused downstairs only long enough to get glasses of water before heading upstairs. While Adora settled herself contentedly against the pillows and bolsters of the bed, David lit the candles, throwing a romantic cast over the otherwise ordinary bedroom.

  “You seemed to be more relaxed this weekend,” David noted as he joined her at the head of the bed, pulling a few pillows into place against the headboard to give himself a comfortable place to recline.

  “I was just thinking the same about you.” Adora smiled and tossed her hair back over her shoulder. The candlelight caught the golden brilliance, making it shine like satin; David watched as her hair settled to gracefully frame the petite features of her face.

  “Would you mind if I played with your hair?” He knew his request came out of nowhere, but he had a strong urge to run his fingers through those burnished tresses.

  Adora smiled almost shyly. “I love to have someone brush my hair.”

  David took the hint. Lissa always kept this room supplied for guests; a spare brush and comb along with assorted clips and bobby pins were among the amenities she kept up-to-date in the room. David rose and collected the brush and comb; Adora threw her legs over the side of the bed and tossed her head to settle her hair along her back.

  He knelt on the bed behind her. Despite her more relaxed attitude, David saw the residual tension in her tight shoulder muscles. Putting the brush and comb beside him on the bed, David simply placed his hands on the warm glow of her bare shoulders. For several breaths, he did not move them, not until he felt her body begin to relax under his touch.

  Gently his fingers pushed into the muscles of her shoulders; his thumbs pressing deep as each moved upward along her shoulder blades. His reward was immediate: a deep sigh came from Adora’s soul, along with a sudden relaxing of her shoulders.

  “Oh, David, that feels so wonderful.”

  “Close your eyes, then, and breathe deep.”

  The muscles of her neck soon joined the relaxed state of her shoulders. Up into her scalp he worked, his fingers slowly pressing and rubbing away conscious thought. Her head dropped forward; her slow, rhythmic breathing soon moved in concert with the motion of his hands.

  Gathering her hair in one hand, David picked up the brush and flipped it over so he could brush the underside of her hair with long, slow pulls from her neck outward to the tips. He watched the golden river fall from the brush, then reached forward to gather it up and brush along the length of it again.

  She tilted her head back toward him now, silently inviting him to take her deeper. David complied, bringing the brush up to catch the wisps that floated around her face and capture them, slowly pulling the brush through her hair to settle in his hand; a straight ponytail of flaxen silk.

  The slow rhythm mesmerized them both. Long, deliberate pulls in the candlelight, soft, sensuous gold in his hands, muscles turning to jelly under his touch. Her body sagged backwards into his as he pulled the brush through one last time. Setting the brush aside, he took her tiny weight in his arms, and bent to place a warm kiss on the exposed side of her neck.

  She stirred, turning her head toward him, her lips parted; her breath shallow and quickening. He accepted her invitation, claiming her lips in a lingering kiss.

  David eased her back on the bed, her body still enveloped in his arms as they kissed again. He could feel the hunger in Adora’s soul as she hung onto him, her lips seeking the tenderness he provided. Lissa knew David loved both the woman he married and the woman he now held in his arms; he did not try to hide that love in the warmth of his embrace.

  Although his cock had grown hard; he made no attempt to take off either his clothes or hers. Instead, he broke the kiss to smile down at her, one hand still cradling her neck, the other caressing the smoothness of her cheek. It was time he admitted his feelings to her.

  “Adora, you know that I love you.”

  The smile she returned to him lit little stars in her eyes. “And I love you, David.” Her hand brushed away stray hair that threatened to obscure his beautiful eyes.

  “And Richard?”

  “Yes, I love Richard, too. Just as you still love Lissa.”

  David leaned forward to kiss her alabaster forehead. “I only hope she and Richard find love as well.”

  * * * * *

  Love was not what was on Lissa’s mind as she waited among the “toys” of Richard’s “playroom”. She heard her husband say his goodbyes, and the sound of the car’s ignition almost made her bolt. But then she grinned. Those two would make goo-goo eyes at each other most of the night. She sincerely hoped Richard had something much more exciting planned for her.

  Richard made an effort to be quiet as he climbed the stairs to the room he had created for the woman of his dreams. Tonight would determine if Melissa was that woman. He had chosen his clothes with care tonight—black was suited for the fiendish designs he had upon Melissa’s body and spirit. Dark loafers, pressed black slacks, a black belt with a plain silver buckle, and a black shirt worked to complete the image he wished to project.

  Melissa had shown a great deal of promise the week before, and she had come back. Both promising signs. But he reserved his heart. Too many times he’d thought he had found a woman who could bear his passions; too many times he had been pro
ven wrong. Adora was the woman he loved with his soul; was there a woman who could withstand the love of his body? Tonight he intended to push Lissa as far as he safely could. Only by discovering some of her limits would he know if she was worth any more of his time. He needed a woman strong enough to accept the dark thoughts he cherished in the depth of his heart, a woman strong enough to beg for her own sexual release. For Adora’s sake, Richard hoped Melissa would prove capable.

  Adora loved him, of that Richard was confident. Just as he was confident she knew how much he loved her in return. But a part of her he could not touch—the part that needed a gentler hand than his. After speaking with his wife, he was sure she had at least shown that side to David. Now if only the man’s wife proved to be a competent slave.

  The door to the room was open. Silently Richard leaned against the frame, a stern light in his eyes as he gazed upon the woman who would shortly give her body to him to use as his plaything. Lissa stood in the middle of the room, clasping her hands before her to dampen the urge to peek under the cloths of some of the more intriguing shapes. Richard allowed himself a small smile at her obedience.

  Lissa jumped as Richard cleared his throat. She turned and found her breath catching again; framed against the doorway, the man she called Master embodied a fiend incarnate. His broad shoulders seemed to stretch the width of the opening, his head almost brushed the top. Curly black hair framed his dark face, and his sea-blue eyes smoldered with an as yet unexpressed passion. The goatee that surrounded his full lips gave his round face the illusion that he was a dangerous man. She resisted the urge to tug her skirt down so it would cover more of her legs. Instead, she placed her hands firmly at her sides and stood waiting.

  Richard surveyed her, taking her measure. Lissa’s choice in clothing for the night was not lost on him. Inside her was a slut seeking a safe outlet. Richard wasn’t surprised. Many women he had met had similar yearnings. Trained by their upbringing to behave themselves, they nonetheless found themselves wanting to express a less-accepted behavior. Lissa’s short skirt accentuated her long and shapely legs. If he could ever get her to wear such an outfit in public, every male would vie for her attention. Especially when those legs were accompanied by such a full bosom. The pink fabric across her breasts stretched to show their shape—her bra gave her a very nice cleavage. Oh, yes, she would certainly turn heads.