Dinner is served

As the waiter came back to the table, this time with plates of food. George went to pull his hand away, but Ella’s hand grabbed his wrist in an indication to continue. George had ordered gnocchi, so he could indeed eat with one hand, so he left his there, stoking her now moist lips. As she cut into her chicken breast and placed a portion in her mouth George pushed his finger a little deeper and smiled at her quiet moan.

“The chicken is good, is it?” Karl asked.

Ella shook her head, “The chicken is nice, George’s hand is what made me moan.”

Karl nodded, “I think I can understand, Abbey hand feels very nice as well.”

Abbey blushed and George laughed, “Is that why you ordered the calamari?” he asked her, “So you could keep stroking Karl through his pants?”

Abbey smiled, “Who said anything about through pants?” she asked. George almost gagged on his wine as his wife said, “What? They have long table clothes. No one can see anything.”

Ella smiled at her before turning back to look at Karl, “Well, I hope you enjoy yourself, dear.”

“You too,” he said with a big smile.

It was then that George realised that Karl was eating with his left hand. His right was nowhere to be seen. “So you two are masturbating each other while we have a pleasant dinner?” he asked.

Abbey nodded, “It feels so erotic and naughty. How’s your gnocchi?”

George smiled, “Just like that? How’s your gnocchi?”

Abbey shrugged, “Well, if you would like to trade at any point?”

Ella laughed, “Isn’t that kind of why we are here?” she asked.

The two couples continued to eat slowly, while three of them were pleased, partway through dinner, Abbey lifted her leg to rub George’s crotch with her foot. George moaned at her touch before Ella said, “I’m almost done with my dinner, then I would be delighted to help you.” She looked towards Karl, “And are you enjoying dear?”

Karl laughed, “Very much so, the company is lovely, the food is good, the wine is excellent, and Abbey is some lovely entertainment to boot.”

Abbey blushed further, “I could say similarly about you,” she said.

As she was speaking Ella, put her cutlery down and reached under the tablecloth. She very slowly unzipped George’s pants and fished into them for his cock. As she pulled it out, she said, “You know, I’ve never actually been with a white guy, and what I have heard is obviously not true.” George moaned as she softly stroked him and reached for her glass of wine as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “So, I think we need to ask some more serious questions?” she finally said.

“Oh,” George muttered quietly.

“Yes, you see, they do a fabulous crème brûlée here. So the question is, desert here, or would you like to come back to our place and have a nightcap there?” she asked.

Ella locked eyes with Abbey as she asked the question, who, after a moment of silence, said. “I think I would very much like a nightcap, but we can stay here for dessert as well, can’t we?”

George smiled, “I think a nightcap sounds lovely as well, though I think it’s a euphemism.”

Karl laughed, “It could be, though I do have a lovely brandy bottle I haven’t opened yet. Maybe we could make a night of it and have a nightcap before a nightcap.” Abbey groaned as he raised both hands to display air quotes. His right index and middle fingers glistened with Abbey’s juices. He quickly popped them into his mouth and sucked them clean. “Actually, if it’s all the same to you all, I might have dessert when we get home. I’m suddenly craving something very delicious.”