More than what's on the menu

Three for a Dollar

Chapter 2

At the restaurant, the trio found a dark booth at the back and settled in. Michael kept Joan’s vibrator set at a low 2- just enough to remind her it was still there until the waiter came to take her order. Then he nudged it up to 4.

“YES! I’ll have t-t-the fettuccini c-c-carbonara P-P-Please!” Joan gasped.

“Very good Madam.” The waiter said eyeing her strangely. “So that’s one spaghetti Pomodoro, one chicken parmigiana and a fettuccini carbonara. Anything else?”

“Yes a loaf of the cheesy garlic bread please.” Michael added trying to stifle a laugh.

“I’ll be out with those directly.” the waiter said disappearing into the kitchen.

Michael and Barbara almost split themselves trying not to laugh.

“So not funny.” Joan said punching Michael in the arm.

“Is too! Is too!” Michael replied.

“What did you think would happen when you wore that out?” Barbara teased.

“I thought you’d be a little more circumspect.” Joan whined.

Michael and Barbara exchanged glances and said as one: “Oh, hell no!”

“Here let me make it better.” Michael soothed as he turned the dial up to 5 then rapidly pulsed it from 2 to 5 back and forth.

“Oh, it’s hard for me to stay mad when you are doing such lovely things to my pussy.” Joan cooed. “But this is just a warm up for later tonight mister.” She warned.

“I haven’t forgotten about you Babe.” Michael said as he stoked Barbara’s thigh.

“You better save that for later.” She warned. “I’m clenching like a mother-fucker trying not to leak. But I’ll give you a little something now.” She took his hand and guided his fingers under the table. She plunged one of his fingers into her wet quim and stirred it around. Pulling it out abruptly, she held his hand in front of his face. A bloody trail slid down his finger towards his palm. Michael just smiled and looking him in the eyes she sucked his finger clean.

“More later.” She chided.

“I can’t wait.” He answered enthusiastically.

The rest of the dinner went pretty smoothly except Joan and Barbara would occasionally catch each other’s eye and have a bit of a giggle fit. Then as they were finishing dessert, the waiter came over to see if they wanted anything. It was too much to resist- Michael goosed Joan up to a 7.

Joan’s breath caught and she dropped her spoon noisily into her dish.

“Is everything all right Madam?” the waiter asked somewhat concerned.

Joan clutched the table and appeared to be having difficulty breathing.

“I’m afraid the lady just has a bit of a brain freeze from the gelato.” Michael said off handedly. “She’ll be fine in a moment.” To Joan he added: “Just press your tongue against the roof of your mouth till it passes dear.”

“Yes, well, then if there’s nothing else, I’ll see to your bill.” The water stammered turning and practically running from the table.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Michael and Barbara erupted in a paroxysm of laughter. Joan, whose eyes were just starting to refocus gasped:

“Geez, that was wild. I came so hard I half peed. We’d better get out of here before I start dripping.

“Between the two of you, if they wanted to find us, all they’d have to do is follow the trail.” He teased. “C’mon I’ll take you home and get you some relief.