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"It's not necessary. If she's to compensate someone, let it be your slave."
"She will compensate my slave, so don't be surprised if she should suddenly disappear. She'll be nearby."
"Who's the other one?" Sharon asked.
"I seem to have acquired another slave for the next two weeks."
"It sounds like a fascinating story, but I need to take your orders, starting with drinks. If I have time later, perhaps we'll chat."
Gwen surprised me by offering to buy wine for the table. She said having a glass of wine after supper was usually all she had to look forward to, but had found several wines she was quite fond of and they served them here. When I agreed, she ordered one bottle of Carpineto Vino Nobile di Montepulciano Riserva 2013 and a bottle of Castello di Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva 2015 and water all around.
"I doubt anyone will be disappointed in either one, but there should be at least one everyone could enjoy."
Sharon disappeared to get our wine. When she returned, she offered me the pour, but since Gwen was ordering and appeared to know far more about wine than I did, I told Sharon to let Gwen do the tasting. She proclaimed both to be excellent vintages.
"Have a small amount, roll it around on the tongue, then swallow. Have a bite of bread, then try the other. Pour a glass of whichever you prefer to drink with your meal," Gwen suggested.
"Kind of like tasting different men's cum then," Julia said with a smile on her face.
"It's been awhile since I've had any of that vintage," Gwen quipped.
"Tonight will be a rare treat then," Julia shot back.
"I'm looking forward to it," Gwen replied, smiling at me.
We all did as she suggested and Gwen and I preferred the Carpineto, while Lisa and Julia liked the Chianti.
"When shall I get started then?" Gwen asked, "and shall I start with you, or your slave."
"We should give my Master the most time to recover as he will be very busy tonight later," Julia said. "Please start with him."
"If you tell me what you want, you can start now and I'll order for you, or you can start after Sharon takes our food order."
Gwen glanced at the menu. "Chicken Piccata and the house salad." She took a quick look around and slipped beneath the table cloth. Soon thereafter, my zipper was eased down and my cock eased out of my pants and then a warm, wet mouth descended on my shaft. Oh, shit! Gwen may not have had sex recently, but she'd apparently perfected the blow job when she was having it, because it was extraordinary. Twenty or more years of practice showing excellent results as far as my cock was concerned. The longer it went on, the better it got as things she might have forgotten, were recalled as she went along. I did not think I'd last long.
Sharon came back to the table to take our food orders, instantly noting the empty seat. She raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Shall I come back to take your order?" She asked.
"No," I said, "we're good, ooh, really good. Gwen wanted the chicken pic...cata, and the house...salad." I could barely resist moaning during my recitation. "I'll have...the chicken...penne ala vodka...and the house...fuck...salad." I was cumming and Gwen was swallowing every drop.
Sharon couldn't resist saying, "We don't serve fuck salad here, sir. You'll have to go elsewhere for that."
Gwen's voice drifted up from under the table, soft and low. "He already had the fuck salad, just give him the house salad."
Sharon smiled. "You people are nuts. You have to stop coming to my restaurant."
Gwen stuck her head just over the top of the table and seeing little or no attention directed at us, quickly took her seat. She wiped a stray drop of sperm from the corner of her lips. "Too late for cumming in your restaurant, also." We laughed. "I'm getting too old to be climbing under tables in restaurants." She took a large drink of her wine.
"Was she good, Master?" Julia asked.
"Let's just say you need more practice," I said.
"Really. It's good to know we won't be dealing with amateurs on Thursday night," Lisa said.
"What about Thursday night?" Sharon asked. "No wait. I don't want to know. Please don't tell me."
"Speaking of telling," I said. "Did you ever say anything to your husband?"
"No. I finally decided it was something he never had to know. TMI. It's not like it lasted all that long. Let me have the other two orders and I'll put it in."
Lisa and Julia gave their orders. Sharon left again and Gwen said, "What is your relationship to that poor waitress? I can't believe what we're doing in here. I haven't done anything so reckless since I was a teenager."
"After you left my slave in a state, shall we say, we came here for dinner. She was only going to be allowed two orgasms while being kept under high arousal and only while performing what you just did. Sharon noticed her discomfort and asked about it. When Julia told her what her problem was, Sharon asked me if she took care of the thing you refused to, if Julia could have the orgasm override removed from her device. I said she could and Sharon met Julia in the ladies room and handled it. She got a nice tip."
"And she'd never done been with another woman either?"
"She said no."
Gwen shook her head. "You've all got a disease and now it's spreading. First me, then this poor waitress, now Reneé. I can't believe it. We should all be committed."
"I wasn't Reneé's first and you won't think that after Thursday," Lisa said. "Speaking of orgasms. I just had my fourth one."
"You're hiding it quite well," I said.
"Thank you. I could shout it to the rooftops if you prefer."
"We don't want Sharon to get fired. I'd prefer you didn't."
I decided I should get to know Gwen a little better since she'd just sucked my cock and I could end up having sex with her on Thursday. Actually, bidding on another blow job wouldn't be out of the question either.
"Gwen, tell me more about yourself." Julia and Lisa started paying attention as well. They would be sharing the slave block with her.
"Well, I was born in Mount Holly, New Jersey. My parents moved here when I was in junior high. I never went to college, choosing to work instead, always in retail. I married when I was nineteen. My husbands name is Reggie. Reggie being older than I was nice when I was younger, he being more experienced, and me only having had sex twice before; but his age has proven to be a problem as we grew older. We never had children. He'd had a vasectomy before we married, having had two children with a previous spouse. They lived with their mother and never got close to me even though I had nothing to do with their father's divorce. I've been in my current position for six years, and at that department store for eleven. Before you and your slave walked into my store, the craziest thing I'd ever done is having sex while on a hike in the mountains with my husband, when I was much younger and he could still do things like hiking and having sex. We hadn't gotten far enough off the trail and were spied upon. The couple who caught us, watched us until we were done. I remember being so embarrassed by it all.
"Now, in the last week, I've been seduced by your slave in a dressing room in my own store, sucked your cock under a table in this restaurant, joked about it with a perfect stranger, will do the same to your wife tonight and plan on being used as a slave at a poker game within the week, and I wasn't half as embarrassed by any of it as I was on that hiking trail. How time changes things. Perhaps I will be when you actually sell my services. I haven't had time to think about it. The idea popped into my mind so suddenly as I questioned her, hearing how Lisa decided to join you."
"For never going to college, you seem quite sophisticated and worldly," I commented.
"I've tried to pattern myself after the former head of my department. It's hard to get ahead in my store without a little sophistication. Despite lacking a college education, I'm a voracious reader, especially since my spouses and my sexual misfortune. Though, I seem to have neglected the fare which brought Julia to agree to her slavery, so perhaps my self-taught education is lacking in some respects. Reverse harem, white silk, red silk; it's really a whole different vocabulary."
"Will you feel sorry cheating on him?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. I've not felt guilt thus far. In a way, I blame him for my barren sex life. It's not his fault for being older, perhaps my fault for marrying someone so much older. Despite his equipment not working anymore, he still has a tongue and hands. We could use toys. But he lost all interest in sex. Perhaps he feels inadequate since he's no longer able to perform. He refuses to seek counseling. I can certainly blame him for that. Perhaps I'll feel guilty after Thursday. Or perhaps not."
"Why not divorce him?" Julia asked.
Gwen delayed her answer as our food started to arrive. She waited until we were alone again before responding.
"How long have you been married, Julia?"
"Ten years."
"Not bad. The longer you're married, the harder it becomes, I think. There's a certain amount of comfort in the known and predictable. I know everything about him - how he reads the newspaper, how he likes his food prepared, the way he leaves his socks stuffed in his shoes at night, how loud he snores. And he's been a good husband except for this one issue the last five years. Plus, I've reached an age where I wonder if anyone would want an old lady..."
"You're not that old," I interrupted. "You're still attractive and intelligent. I'm sure someone would be happy to have you."
"We'll know how eager someone is to fuck an older woman when you sell me on the slave block, won't we. If I'm fortunate, someone will pay half as much for me as either of your two slaves. I only hope someone bids at all or I'll have made a fool of myself for nothing. I know what I am. I look in the mirror every day. When men my age get divorced, they go for younger women. I'm a younger woman to sixty year olds, the same age as my husband, who would be subject to the same problems he has. I have no illusions. I'm looking at this as a last opportunity to do something wild before my vagina dries up."
No one said anything. She was right in a way. We lived in a youth oriented society where people didn't appreciate the experience and quality of an older person. She might not receive as many or as high a bids as my own slaves. Wrinkles shouldn't define us, but they often did.
"What about you two?" Gwen asked. "By any reasonable definition, you two are cheating on each other. How do you feel about it?"
"Since you ask," I said, "I wanted to give Julia an authentic experience. I read the books she was reading to get a feel for what her fantasies were. They included being made to serve multiple people. It was the hardest part of my decision to let her live it. I decided to live with the choices she made, whatever they are. Since the choice was mine, I don't look upon what she's doing as cheating as it's with my knowledge and consent. I would be deeply hurt and angry if she chose to have sex on her own, without my knowing and consenting. I believe our marriage is strong enough to get us through this. If I didn't believe it was, I couldn't do it. Still, because it was hard for me, I put her with women first as they didn't bother me as much as seeing her with men would. It's why she seduced you and not some delivery person."
"What of you, Julia? This was your fantasy. Why are you allowing your husband the same latitude he's allowed you? Why does he have another slave? Why did you invite your friend to join you and even tell me to suck off your husband?"
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