Enjoying dinner and more

The drive to the restaurant was uneventful. Helen toyed with my cock as I drove, but didn't push it. A one point I asked her if she had gotten the names of the two men who had fucked her all afternoon.

"No, silly," she laughed, "that's part of the thrill!"

At the restaurant we were led to a secluded booth that was, true to the restaurant's name, formed like a small cave with a padded seat and heavily draped opening.

Our server, a young man who introduced himself as Steve, was exceptional. He always knocked before drawing the drape back and was prompt with his service.

We polished off a tray of oysters (Helen, giggling, said they felt like cold cum going down her throat) and drank champagne before enjoying a thick steak.

All though the meal, Helen kept playing with my cock, but never let me take the throbbing shaft out of my slacks. She didn't object to my playing with her bare pussy, which was dripping and open by the time our meal was finished.

Steve cleared away the dishes and left to get desert. Helen finally unleashed my cock, climbed onto my lap, and sank down. My cock filled her pussy. I sat back and enjoy the sensation as Helen rode my cock, bouncing up and down and grinding her pelvis hard. It didn't take her long to come.

I was just about to come when Steve returned with Helen's chocolate mousse. He set it down on the table, seemingly unaware of what we were doing. I realized it was probably a common event in this place.

As soon as Steve pulled the drape, Helen slid off of my cock, lifted her desert, and held it against my slick cock. She gave the shaft a few strokes; a fountain of cum creamed over her desert. She then licked the final drops from my cock.

I sat back and watched my wife devour the desert. Her eyes never came off me; she enjoyed showing me what a cum-slut she had become.

Steve returned with our bill. Before I could pay, Helen pulled the server into the cave. "Jeff, since Steve was such a great waiter, I want to give him a special tip."