Cock ’n Cream

“Ok,” I mouth to him, not making any sound, “You.”

He smiles. “Fine. Then get to work,” he whispers back.

I look around the room, trying to figure out how to slip under the table without being noticed. Finally, when the waitress is in the kitchen and no one seems to be looking in my direction, I casually drop my fork on the floor. I bend over to get it, and quickly duck under the tablecloth. Just as quickly I turn around, making sure that the tablecloth is pulled all the way down.. My heart is racing, and I take a few seconds to try to catch my breath.

When I have finally calmed down somewhat, I take a look around. The tablecloth reaches the floor on all sides, except where my husband’s legs reach underneath, effectively creating some privacy for what I’m about to do. On his side it is pulled up over his waist, leaving everything from his waist down hidden from the sight of those above. Technically, I suppose someone could see under the chair, but there is no one seated back there, and anyway a person would really have to get low down to see me from under the chair.

I crawl over to my husband’s legs, and pulling them apart, I slip in between. Gently I rub up and down his inner thighs, stroking all the way to the bulge in his crotch and then back down again. Then I press the palm of my hand against his cock, rubbing in little circles. I can feel him growing larger through the thick material.

Now I unzip his pants and reach inside. I snake my hand through the front of his boxers, and wrap my fingers against his semi-stiff cock. It’s not easy pulling him out, in these cramped quarters and with his cock already hardening. It takes some struggling, but I finally manage to free his monster.

I lean in towards him and stick out my tongue, licking at the angry purple head. All around the head I flick my tongue, and then I poke my tongue right at his piss-slit. Hungrily, I draw the little bit of pre-cum that has already formed from his cock, savoring the taste in my mouth. Then I form my lips into an O and take the head into my mouth, up to the ridge. I hold it there, rolling my tongue all around, sucking his juice from his cock.

After a minute or two of this ****, I start to slide him into my mouth. As my head draws nearer to his crotch, I can feel the table getting closer and closer to the top of my head. When I finally have him completely buried in my mouth and throat, I can feel the underside of the table less than an inch from the top of my head. I’m going to have to be careful, I think, or I’m going to make an awful lot of noise banging into that table.

I brace myself with my hands on his legs for balance, and then start bobbing my head up and down his length. I occasionally slow down and roll his cock around in my mouth, or suck hard on the head, or pop it out of my mouth and lick up and down the underside. Every now and then I feel my head bump into the table above me, making the plates and glasses shake and rattle. Not enough for anyone to hear, I think. I hope.

I slow down a bit when I hear the waitress come over to the table and ask, “How was everything?”

“Just fine. Very good,” My husband answers.

“Where’s the little lady?”

“Oh, she had to go freshen up.”

“You mind me asking you a question?”

“Not at all. What’s on your mind?”

She lowers her voice. “I was just wondering,” she asks, “are you two together? I mean, with that getup she had on, I just thought she looked like she was a, um…”

“A hooker?” My husband finished her thought.

“Uh huh.”

“If you don’t tell anyone,” my husband whispered, “lets just say that she’s not here dressed like that because she enjoys it.”

“Oh baby, what’s a good looking man like you doing with a tramp like that?” I hear her scribble something down on her pad. “Here ya go.” I hear her tear off the paper and hand it to him. She lowers her voice to a whisper. “If you ever want a real date, or just a great fuck, you give me a call. And I don’t charge for it.” Holy shit! The waitress is coming on to my husband!

She says loudly now, “You gonna want any dessert?”

“Yeah, I’ll have a cup of coffee and a slice of pie. And thanks for the info.” He chuckles.

“Anything for the… lady?” She says, with an emphasis on the word lady.

“Nah. She’ll get her dessert real soon.”

The waitress laughs and walks off, and I feel my husband start the butterfly buzzing in my pussy. I suck more vigorously now, the vibrations driving me on. Faster, harder, with more suction. My head now bumps into the table with every few bobs now, but I don’t care. The tingling in my pussy just makes me want to taste my husband’s seed that much more.

I can feel his cock grow even harder as he approaches his orgasm. He turns the speed up on my vibrator, and I suck as fast as I can, trying to get him off. I hear him let our a little muffled moan, and then I see his hands reach under the table. He grabs my by the hair on each side of my head, and pulls me tight into his crotch, burying his pulsating cock in my throat. I hold still for a moment, gagged on his large phallus.

And then with a low grunt, his cock explodes in my mouth. Wave after wave of hot cum blasts against the back of my mouth. I try to swallow as much as I can, but his cum quickly fills my throat, backs up into my mouth, and some starts dripping out onto my blouse and breasts. He holds me there until he finishes cumming, and then his hands drop, exhaustedly, to his sides.

I bob up and down a few more times, cleaning him off the best I can. Then I take his softening cock and stuff it back into his pants, and zip him up. With the buzzing still stimulating my pussy, I’m gonna have to find a way to cum real soon, I think to myself. I give him a quick kiss on the crotch of his pants and turn to get out from under the table. What I see when I turn around freezes me in my tracks. Or, more to the point, what I don’t see.

As I look back in the direction of my chair, on my hands and knees, breasts partly hanging out from my disheveled blouse, cum dripping from the corners of my mouth and spotting my chest and blouse, what I don’t see is the tablecloth that was supposed to be behind me. At some point during all of that, my husband must have pulled it up! What’s worse is that I quickly realize that we’re not alone. The couple that was seated behind me is still there. And they haven’t missed the show. They’ve both slid around to the side of the table facing me, and both of them are staring right at me! I can’t move, I am so embarrassed. Then I notice a look of lust in the eyes, not only of the man but the woman’s eyes too! And I see that each has their arm reaching into the other’s lap, behind their tablecloth. And their arms are definitely not still.