Dinner is Served

“Tim, dinner is ready… Tim? Wake up.”

Evelyn’s husband roused from his sleep, warm beer still in his hand.

“I’m up!” He exclaimed, only partially conscious. “I was just resting my eyes.”

“Dinner is ready honey. Why don’t you come join us at the table.”

Millie had changed into a simple black sundress. The fabric hugged her strong shoulders and full breasts, the hem falling just above mid-thigh. It was modest enough for dinner at home, but the way it clung to her still-flushed skin and the subtle shift of her heavy cock beneath the thin material made it anything but innocent. She sat at the head of the table like she owned the place with her legs crossed casually.

Evelyn sat right beside her. Tim walked in last. As he started to wake up, he noticed that Evelyn was no longer wearing her workout attire either.

“Evy, are you…what are you wearing?”

“Oh this? Well I was all sweaty and covered in fluids from our workout, so I put something lighter on.”

The “something lighter” was a sheer scarlet babydoll set Tim had bought her three anniversaries ago, the one she had blushed at, thanked him for, and immediately buried in the back of her drawer. The lace cups were completely transparent, her stiff pink nipples perfectly visible through the gauzy fabric.

Tim couldn’t see through the table, but underneath was a matching lacy thong that barely covered her mound, and the dark, glistening patch where Millie’s cum had soaked through was glaringly obvious. The babydoll's hem floated high on her thighs, short enough that every time she moved the lower curves of her ass peeked out. Fresh rivulets of thick white seed still trailed down the inside of one leg, stark against her pale skin.

“Right, lighter. Isn’t that the set I bought you for our anniversary? You never even wore it. You said that it wasn’t really your thing.”

Evelyn’s cheeks burned crimson. She shifted in her chair and immediately regretted it. The motion made another warm glob slip free, sliding slowly down her thigh toward the seat. “I… I changed my mind,” she mumbled. “Millie said it might be fun to surprise you.”

Millie reached down to fondle her bare cheek.”Don’t you think she looks great?”

“I… wow. Of course. You look incredible, babe,” he finally managed, voice a little hoarse. He sat down hard in his chair, adjusting his pants without thinking. “I just… wasn’t expecting it. Don’t you think you’re a little exposed for dinner in front of our guest?” Tim leaned over towards his wife, hoping to say this privately.

“Don’t be silly honey, Millie is just a girlfriend, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before.”

“You’re right honey, I’m being silly. Thanks for dressing up for me.”

Tim looked down at his plate and blinked. The steak Evelyn had plated for him was noticeably smaller than the others. It was barely half the size of the thick juicy cut in front of Millie. It looked overdone. The edges were charred black. The center was a dull gray-brown instead of the rosy medium-rare pink that glistened on Millie's portion. A small pool of congealed grease had formed around it.

Millie's steak by contrast was enormous. It was easily twelve ounces. It was perfectly seared with a deep caramelized crust. Juices pooled invitingly under the knife she had not yet touched. Evelyn had given her the prime center cut. That was the one Tim usually claimed as his own when they grilled.

Tim stared for a second. "Uh. Did the grill give you trouble with mine?"

Evelyn busied herself with the salad tongs. She did not quite meet his eyes. "Oh no. The grill was fine. I just thought Millie should have the bigger one. She has been working so hard today. She’s going out of her way to train me Tim, she needs to get her protein."

Millie smiled warmly. She cut into her steak with slow deliberate precision. The knife slid through like butter. A rich pink center revealed itself. the juices ran red onto the plate. "Evelyn is right Tim. I burned a lot of energy today. Your wife has been an excellent training partner. Very dedicated."

Tim nodded. His eyes flicked between his wife in the sheer red lingerie and their neighbor at the head of the table. The babydoll did nothing to hide how Evelyn's nipples had hardened into tight peaks. Or the way her chest rose and fell a little too quickly. He shifted in his seat. He suddenly became aware of his own growing erection pressing uncomfortably against his zipper.

Evelyn reached for the pepper shaker. The motion caused the babydoll to ride up further. The lower curve of her ass became visible for a split second. Along with another slow drip of thick white that slid down her leg and disappeared under the table. Tim's gaze followed it instinctively before he caught himself and looked away. His face reddened. “What was on her leg?” He thought to himself, then quickly dismissed it.

Millie noticed. She leaned forward slightly. Her elbows rested on the table. The sundress gaped just enough to hint at the heavy half-hard length shifting beneath. Tim paid it no mind, not daring to imagine what Millie was hiding beneath. "Everything okay Tim? You seem a little distracted."

Tim cleared his throat. "Just umm... enjoying the view." Tim looked up and smiled at their new neighbor. "And the food. Thanks again for joining us Millie."

"Anytime," Millie replied smoothly. She took another slow bite of her steak, savoring it, while her eyes stayed locked on Evelyn with quiet amusement.

Evelyn's hand, hidden beneath the tablecloth, moved almost without conscious thought. It slid from her own lap to Millie's thigh, fingers brushing the soft hem of the black sundress. The fabric was warm from Millie's body heat. Evelyn hesitated for only a second before slipping her hand higher, under the dress, along the smooth, muscled skin of the inner thigh.

She found no barrier. No panties. Nothing but bare, hot flesh and the thick, heavy weight of Millie's cock resting against her leg. It was already half-hard again, warm and soft under Evelyn's palm.

Evelyn explored with her hands, savoring every inch of Millie’s stiffening member, and there were a lot of inches to savor. Her cock was rugged, hard and unrelenting. It was an unstoppable **** with no rival. Yet simultaneously, her skin was soft and delicate. It glided smoothly under Evelyn’s soft, caring touch. Evelyn felt a hot, wet flood on her hands as Millie’s cock began to dribble thick, white precum from the tip. She still marveled at the limitless production of the alpha futa’s unstoppable cum factories. One of her hands headed down to knead Millie's testicles. They were soft, smooth, and already eager to release another inhuman load. Her other hand remained at the tip, using her precum to massage the sensitive head in circular motions.

“So Millie, are you a personal trainer professionally?”Tim asked, oblivious to what was going on under the table.

“She is honey!” Evelyn answered enthusiastically. “She’s been working with me pro bono so far, but we’ve already agreed on a rate going forward. She’s giving me a great deal, only five-hundred dollars a week!”

Tim nearly spit out his steak. “Five-hundred! You must be joking! Doesn’t that seem a little high?”

“Sweety, don’t be silly. She’s going to be working with me almost every day. Plus, she's really good. Besides, you just got that promotion at work, didn’t you? We can totally afford it, I looked at the numbers.”

Tim swallowed hard, a chunk of burnt steak almost getting stuck in his throat. “But Evy I mean… do you really need-”

Millie cut him off with a calm, velvet voice that somehow filled the entire room.

“Tim.”

She didn’t raise it. She didn’t need to. The single word landed like a hand on his shoulder, gentle but immovable.

“Your wife has made up her mind. She knows what her body needs now. And I’m the only one who can give it to her.”

She let that sit in the air for a beat, fork poised elegantly over her perfect steak.

Tim opened his mouth, closed it again. His face cycled through confusion, embarrassment, and something that looked suspiciously like **** acceptance.

Evelyn’s hand never stopped moving under the table. Slow, worshipful strokes from root to crown, thumb swirling through the endless flow of precum that now coated her fingers and wrist. Every time she squeezed, another fat bead welled up and spilled over her knuckles. Millie’s cock was fully hard now—fifteen inches of rigid, pulsing heat resting heavy across Evelyn’s lap, the head nudging the inside of her bare thigh beneath the babydoll.

Millie continued, conversationally.

“Five hundred a week is actually a bargain. Most of my private clients pay double that. But Evelyn’s… special. She takes instruction so well. She’s already improved her form dramatically in just one day.”

Evelyn’s breath hitched. Her stroking faltered for a second as Millie flexed deliberately, making the thick shaft jump in her grip.

Tim stared at his plate. The burnt little steak suddenly looked pathetic next to Millie’s feast.

“I… guess if it makes you happy, babe,” he mumbled.

Evelyn’s voice came out soft, dreamy, almost ****.

“It does, honey. It really, really does.”

Evelyn’s hand worked more feverishly now. She was still trying to hide her movements under the tablecloth, but she was **** to milk out more of Millie's thick futa seed. The presence of her husband only fueled her lust. The thin, sheet thong that covered her thoroughly used slit was already soaked with Millie’s cum. Now her pussy juices were flooding the wet fabric even more, making the wet spot on the cushion beneath her even darker. She felt Millie’s balls tighten. She was learning her lovers signals and knew she was getting close.

Millie locked eyes with Evelyn. “Oops, I dropped my fork.” Millie said as it tumbled underneath the table.

“I’ll get it!” Evelyn exclaimed, the excitement in her voice was a bit too noticeable.

Evelyn crawled under the table on her hands and knees. The world under the table was dim, intimate, shadowed by the tablecloth that draped like a curtain around her. Millie’s powerful thighs framed the space like marble pillars. Her smooth, tanned, muscles flexed subtly as she shifted to give Evelyn better access. Between them hung the object of Evelyn’s obsession: fifteen inches of thick, veiny, futa cock, fully erect now, curving upward towards the bottom of the table. The shaft glistened with a fresh coat of precum, veins pulsing visibly under the skin, the flared mushroom head pink and slick, already weeping another fat pearl of white from the slit.

Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat. Even after everything today, she still felt that same reverent awe every time she saw it this close. It was bigger than her forearm, and it smelled of raw sex: musk, salt, the faint metallic tang of cum, all overlaid with Millie’s natural dominant scent that made Evelyn’s mouth water and her cunt clench around nothing.

She wasted no time, wrapping her soft, delicate lips around the head and using both hands to stroke the shaft. She sucked greedily, her jaw aching just to accommodate the tip. Both of her small hands working together could barely encircle the shaft. She moved them up and down from base to tip, trying desperately to coax out another fat load.

Above the table, Millie’s voice remained perfectly calm, conversational.

“So Tim,” she said, cutting another perfect bite of steak, “tell me about this promotion. Evelyn mentioned it earlier. Sounds like you’ve been working hard.” Her other hand traveled under the table, gently guiding Evelyn's head as she serviced her cock.

Tim cleared his throat again, fork scraping awkwardly against his charred steak.

“Yeah, uh… regional manager now. More responsibility, better pay. It’s… good.”

“Congratulations,” Millie purred. Her fingers tightened slightly in Evelyn’s hair, forcing a little more of her length into the blonde’s mouth. “That’s wonderful. A man should be rewarded for providing.”

Evelyn moaned softly around the thick crown filling her mouth. The sound was muffled, but the vibration traveled straight up Millie’s shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and took another inch, then another, until her lips stretched wide and her throat fluttered around the intrusion.

Evelyn whimpered. Her throat worked around another inch, gagging softly before relaxing again, letting the thick head slide deeper. Drool and precum dripped from her chin in long strands, splattering onto her bare breasts and soaking the scarlet lace even darker. She could feel the pulse in Millie’s cock quicken. It was the warning throb that meant another massive load was building.

“You’re not going to regret this. Not only is she going to look better, she’s going to feel better too. I’ve worked with many married women before, and their husbands always end up going out of their way to thank me when they start to see the results.”

Evelyn’s eyes watered. Her throat convulsed around the thick shaft as she fought to take more, to please, to earn. Her eyes went wide as the first powerful rope blasted straight down her gullet. Then another. And another. Thick, endless pulses that filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. Some leaked from the corners of her lips, dripping onto her chest, but she gulped desperately, milking with her throat muscles, hands kneading those pulsing balls to coax out every last drop.

Mmm,” she said. “Delicious.”

Tim looked up, confused. “The steak?”

Millie’s smile was slow, predatory.

“Everything,” she answered.

Evelyn stayed under the table long after the last pulse faded, gently cleaning Millie’s softening cock with soft licks, kissing the head reverently, nuzzling against the warm, heavy length like it was the only thing that mattered.

When she finally crawled back out, her face flushed, lips swollen, chin glistening, and a fresh trail of cum was streaking down her throat and between her breasts. Tim barely glanced at her.

He was too busy pushing the last of his burnt steak around his plate.

Millie reached over and patted Evelyn’s thigh under the table, possessive and approving.

“Where’s her fork, honey?”

“Oh right, the fork. I couldn’t find it. Here Millie, you can use mine. I’m full anyways.”

“But honey, you barely touched your steak.” Tim’s mouth salivated as he eyed up his wife’s smaller, but still juicy steak.

“I had a lot of Millie’s protein shake today, I feel like my stomach is about to burst.”

“If you’re really that full, then I’ll finish it for you.” Tim looked at her steak hungrily.

“Don’t be silly honey, you just played your little golf game today. You don’t need any more. Here Millie, you finish it. You need more protein after all the work you put in for me today.”

Tim was floored. He was used to being offered her leftovers and didn’t expect to be shut down.

“Thanks Evelyn.” Millie took the steak from her plate and began to savor it as her cock softened under the table. The table was quiet while she ate. By the time she finished, Tim was still hungry and Evelyn was already starting to rub her clit under the table. They had been going all day, but she was still aching for more.

“Tim, since we cooked for you, why don’t you clean up while me and Millie hop in the shower together.”

“Together? Like at the same time?”

“Of course, silly. Girls shower together all of the time. Besides, we’re both sore from working out all day. This way we can really rub each other down under the hot water. Doesn’t that sound nice, Millie?” Evelyn couldn’t help but rub her thighs together as she anticipated being alone and naked again with her new “workout” partner.

“That sounds great, I could use a good rub down after today.”

“But… but” The two girls were completely ignoring Tim’s protest now and started getting up as they stared into each other’s eyes. Millie’s erection had gone down enough that her bulge was only slightly visible behind the soft flowing fabric of her sundress.

“Thanks, Honey. And don’t forget to load the dishwasher like I showed you.”

Tim heard a harsh slap on soft skin and Evelyn giggled as they entered the bathroom in the other room. They spoke in hushed tones and Tim could barely make out their exchange.

“Stop! You’re so bad. He definitely heard that.”

The door closed shut and the giggling started up again. Tim started clearing the table dutifully, his stomach still growling and mostly empty.

You will have noticed, but I've been using some not-that-good AI cover art for some of these chapters. It's not something I'm very good at generating, and something I have mixed feelings about using. However, I think it's fun to get some 'visual aids' to feel more immersed in the story and characters. I'm not sure if I'll keep doing it, so let me know if you have strong feelings about in the comments.

I've started on the next chapter, and I'm working on an update to 'Futanari Roommate" as well. No promises, but there should be more soon. Thanks for reading!