Day of John's party.

Even though John was horny, he fell asleep quickly. Meanwhile, Sarah took a shower and looked at her phone. Michael had answered her with a photo. It was a wet spot on his pants. He had written the text, "I'm sorry, Princess, but I can't stop it." Sarah could help herself but smile. It never ceased to amaze her how easily she could make Michael horny these days. She didn't even have to show skin to make him gush like a faucet. Sarah could imagine Michael at home with a pillow looking at an image of her all ****, longing for her. She made her way back to the bed and slipped under the covers.

The following day Sarah woke up to an empty bed, and John had to wake up before her. She looked around and found a dressing gown which she swept herself in and walked downstairs searching John. She found him in the kitchen stirring up some scones, and he was wearing an apron and had already dressed.

"Good morning." She said in a singsong voice. He looked up from his handicraft. Sarah took a few steps closer.

"And such a good boy you are." She walked over to him and let her hand run over his body.

"Or have you been a naughty boy?" John almost blushed, but she didn't manage to crack I'm. She hunted for a kiss and got what she wanted. When she was satisfied, she broke the kiss.

"I've been very good, Ma'am." John looked sincere when he answered and Sarah felt pleased. She kissed him again before shifting her expression.

"Well, I'm a little disappointed in how you're dressed." She tugged at his waistband.

"How am I supposed to have fun with all this fabric between me and my favorite object?" She moved behind him and helped herself to loosen his pants while John tried to beat the batter. John's pants fell to the floor, and his underwear quickly joined his pants by his ankles. Sarah moved her hands underneath his shirt, probing for his nipples. When she found them, she pinched them, which made John stop what he was doing and moan. Sarah leaned in and whispered.

"What cute sounds you make." John tried to stay stoic but failed. What was it with men and their attempt not to express themselves? Sarah continued to twirl and tug at his nipples. John had stopped preparing breakfast was like putty in Sarah's hands.

"You know, I don't like when you hide that cute body from me. You know what that means?" John nodded and started undoing his shirt and Sarah continued teasting him all the while. The shirt fell between Sarah's arms, and John was now naked except for the apron. Sarah moved her hand to his member, standing at attention against the apron.

"It's awfully erger this one." She gave his dick a tug. "Mm, seeing you like this gives me ideas." She strokes it a few times.

"How about I give you a choice? Either we have fun now, and you forgo your surprise, or I stop, and you will get your surprise." Sarah wondered what John would chose. She wanted him to choose the surprise, but looking at how he reacted, he might choose the easy way out. Tugging a few more times, she said.

"I'm waiting. What will it be." John's head was spinning, Sarah didn't make it easy for him, but at last, he moaned out, "Surprise" Sarah stopped immediately on hearing those words.

"Aw, that's too bad. We could have had some fun now. Oh well." She kissed his neck and stepped back from him. She gave his butt a light slap and jumped up on the counter next to him.

"Don't let me distract you. You may continue what you were doing." John tried to focus on the batter while Sarah next to him. Of course, she wasn't just going to sit there. She had other plans which involved him.

"You look so good like that. Too bad nobody else is here to enjoy it." John continued his preparations, slightly redder in the face. Sarah continued teasing him, sliding open the dressing gown ever so slightly every couple of minutes. She let slide the fabric apart when he finally put the scones in the oven and started the timer.

"Finally, we have some time. You have until that time runs out to make me happy, or a punishment will be added for the evening." She knew it was slightly harsh to John, but it enforced the dynamic they were playing with, and it was fun setting tasks for him. John didn't seem too stressed with the challenge. He smiled, walked over to her, pushed aside her panties, and ran a finger along her vulva.

"I promise to do my best, ma'am." Even though John was short on time and Sarah was exceedingly horny, he didn't skip on foreplay, working Sarah up to a frenzy before pleasing her and making her come with his tongue and fingers with half a minute to spare. It was satisfying and strangely annoying. John readied the table while Sarah landed from her orgasm. They sat down for the meal, and after talking for a while, Sarah asked.

"By the way, how many are coming to the party?" John looked up unperturbed.

"Oh, just thirty or so." Sarah looked at him, surprised.

"Thirty, how much food will you have to make?" John looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Make food? I've ordered catering. They should be here in a couple of hours." Sarah felt stupid. Of course, he would have ordered catering for a private party. She remembered having to work her ass off for a day when she had a small get-together with friends. Then she realized that she hadn't asked what theme the party had. She had a dress, but that dress could fit any fancy occasion.

"I know you are hosting a party, but I forgot the occasion why." John looked relaxed when he answered.

"It's just a laid-back party, nothing special. Just a chance to catch up with friends and for you to meet some of my closest acquaintances. A chance for us to be ourselves more privately." Sarah was calmed by his explanation, but the adage "be ourselves" was a little weird. The leftover scones had gone cold, and John gathered them up.

"Ma'am should grab a shower while I clean up the kitchen." They both got up, and Sarah walked upstairs while John started cleaning the counter.