Chapter 12: Restaurant Sex

MEL

I sat on a tall wooden stool watching Bridget. Not much had happened, so far, but I was already horny as hell just thinking about the whole scene and what might happen.

Bridget was about forty feet away from me on a long plush brown sofa. In between the two of us were three cameramen and women with large handheld professional video cameras, a soundman with a long boom microphone, the director-producer with a clipboard, and two men that kept fiddling with the bright lights that lit the scene. Standing against the rear wall of the building with me were two make-up women, a hair stylist, and a fluffer – ready to step in at a moment’s notice, if needed.

The scene was according to an improv skit outlined to everyone by the director – a man named Ron Tensen. In the simplest terms, it was boy meets girl, and boy seduces girl. Bridget was the girl, and Jake was the boy. Jake worked out in a gym about thirty hours a day. His best friend must also be a tattoo artist because he had a lot of ink showing. Ron was giving them instructions.

Jake also had the biggest cock that I’d ever seen on a man, and he wasn’t completely hard. Bridget and Jake had improvised arriving back at his apartment, where he served her another glass of wine, and then put the make on her. They’d both slowly stripped each other’s clothes away until they were nude.

Ron yelled, “QUIET ON THE SET,” and the hum of conversation completely ceased. He said, “START CAMERAS.”

Jake and Bridget kissed and then he helped her sit on the sofa. He toyed with her breasts and then kissed them. His kisses worked their way down her body as she moaned and squirmed and smiled deliciously at him. He started eating her pussy. Two cameras moved in for close-up shots.

I couldn’t see much, but I could imagine how good an experienced tongue and fingers could be playing around my own pussy. Of course, the previous Saturday night, I’d been right where Jake was – eating a cream pie out of Bridget’s pussy. The combination of fluids left me with a scintillating taste sensation.

The director said something to Bridget and Jake, and Jake moved into position to penetrate her body. The cameras focused on his engorged cock and her small hand as she brought the wet head of his cock to her wet pussy.

Bridget said something, and then the director yelled over his shoulder, “LUBE.”

The girl that had told me she was the fluffer took off at a run to Bridget. She presented a small bottle of sex lube. It got smeared around and in Bridget and then on all surfaces of Jake’s cock. The fluffer ran back to her spot near me and was again quiet.

“ACTION.”

Jake rubbed his cock along Bridget’s slit and then allowed the head to ‘catch’ at her vaginal opening. He then pushed into her without using his hands. About half his length went in and he started pumping, going deeper on every stroke, until Bridget was soon taking his entire shaft.

I watched and wondered what that would feel like – a cock that large. I was not a size queen, but I could be curious, couldn’t I?

The pair followed a formula video format for this director, I learned. Five minutes in each position and there was a large clock on the wall to remind you: missionary, woman on top, spoon, reverse cowgirl, side scissor, downward thrust, doggie, and extended missionary.

I watched but was thinking about several other things. First, I wondered whether I could do what Bridget was doing. She’d not met Jake until that morning when filming started. Yes, she was putting on an admirable performance as Jake’s horny girlfriend.

Second, I wondered how I was going to get fucked in some restaurant. Dave and I had decided that we’d do the challenge together rather than with others, but almost two weeks had passed and we still hadn’t found a good place or time to go out for dinner without the kids, and with his daytime schedule he was lucky if he ate lunch. Dave had told me that tonight was the night and that we had a sitter arranged.

I had to break away in mid-afternoon to pick up Scott and Beth from school. We got ice cream, and I also got to explain that Dave and I were going out for dinner.

Once home, the kids went to do their own thing and I started picking my outfit for the night. Just like fucking in the car, I realized that I had to go commando – no bra or undies for both Dave’s satisfaction and my own.

Next, I went for a layered approach to clothing. Closest to my body would be a nice summer frock that was still in season. I’d wear a light sweater in case the place we went overdid it with air conditioning, and then I had a shawl. I took my shower and dressed. I also put on my newest acquisition: a necklace with an upside-down pineapple.

Dave came flying into the house at six o’clock, kissed the kids and talked to them for a few minutes. He rushed into the bedroom shedding his clothes, and then hit the shower. He seemed happy but harried.

While he was dressing, Willow arrived to babysit. She focused on the kids, which was good because I didn’t want her to notice how my nipples were poking through my opaque blouse.

Dave appeared and I noticed that we matched, in that we were both wearing a blue top. He grinned, “We’re on time. Whew! I thought I’d be late. Let’s go; we’re driving.”

I asked, “Is someone going with us?”

“Yes, Cindy and Jim. She’s at his house.”

“What’s Sarah doing?”

Dave smirked, “She already did this with Evan at some upscale restaurant where they had one of those circular booths and table. We may be able to do something similar tonight. We’re going to Swans.”

“Swans? That’s like a forty-minute drive. We hardly ever go there.”

He chuckled and made sure Willow couldn’t hear us. “Yes, and if they throw us out for fucking in the dining area, it’ll be no big loss if we never go back.”

We swung by the Dustin’s house, and Jim and Cindy got in the car’s backseat. We had a lively conversation all the way to Swan’s, as I told them about my experience watching Bridget go through her paces today as she made a porn video in an obscure building on the edge of town.

I particularly described how turned on I had gotten and was. I even announced that I was ready to take on both men in the car that evening. Cindy claimed that she was, too.

Swan’s is a restaurant that turns into more of a night club after about eight-thirty or nine o’clock. We had reservations for 7:45 p.m. and Dave had asked for a corner booth for the four of us.

DAVE

I’d had a business lunch at Swan’s the week before I decided that place would be the location for our Sex List Challenge. I recalled that there was a corner table that had a lot of room around it, but wasn’t in a favorable line of sight from most of the other tables or the serving stations. I tipped the maître d’ fifty bucks when I made the reservation in person. I think he knew I had a nefarious motive, but he did remember me and happily seated the four of us with menus.

As usual, in the far corner away from us, there was a piano player entertaining everyone with some light piano jazz. I recommended a few dishes to Mel and our friends, and we placed our order.

Mel leaned in and kissed me. “Before or after we eat?” On that note, I dropped my spoon.

I said, “After, but there are always appetizers.” On that note I slipped out of my seat onto the carpeted floor and ducked under the oversized tablecloth. I crawled in front of Mel and then kissed her knees and up her thighs. She was apparently more than willing, because her legs spread wide and I got several minutes of licks in on her bare pussy before I figured I should stop lest someone notice.

I worked my way back into my chair and held up the missing spoon. “Found it!” Jim and Cindy were laughing. Mel looked like she was very sorry that I stopped. To tell the truth, I kind of hated to stop, too. Thank God for large table cloths that hang almost to the floor.

I sipped my wine and asked Mel more about Bridget’s performance in front of the camera. Mel teased me, I think, telling me about how she vividly imagined herself doing what Bridget had done. “I’m a hot MILF, I like to fuck and suck, I love cum, so I’d be an idea candidate to make a porn video. I could just fuck and suck, and the cameras would capture all of it.”

What worried me about what she said was that she was one-hundred-percent right. She was ideal, and would become really popular on the porn sites if she started a career in adult video entertainment. I’d support her ... but ... jeeze. I always expected to have adventures with Mel when we got married, and here was the next one just starting.

Jim told us that because of Bridget and Evan, Sarah was also considering doing a porn video. Moreover, he knew that Ashley was also being seduced into that world. As his comment ended, Cindy grinned and said, “Count me in, too. I’ve talked to Bridget and she thinks we could do something with her guys over a couple of weekends. They’re willing to work weekends to accommodate people with other jobs or students with classes and study groups all week.”

I think I rolled my eyes, but then I had this ego-gratifying thought that I might end up living with ‘two’ porn stars, and having several others that I was also fucking.

Our meals arrived and we purposefully ate slowly. Eventually, the piano stopped and a four-man combo started some ‘quiet’ but danceable jazz, still befitting of a room half-full of diners. A few new people arrived obviously more interesting in dancing and partying closer to the music. That was good. I wanted a lot of attention on the band and dancers, and not on us.

As dinner ended, we ordered coffee, and damn, I dropped my spoon again. I was under the table again making love to my wife’s pussy. I realized that I’d become a connoisseur of pussy, what with suddenly having five rather than one pussy to romance. As I made tender love to Mel’s labia, sucking her lips into my mouth, and then even chewing on them the way she likes, I hoped I was arousing Mel to new heights. I felt her hand on my head, not to steer me or hold me off, but to encourage me.

Mel’s first orgasm came, and I knew because her legs closed around my head and her body shook. I rated what I could see as something around Richter Eight on the earthquake scale.

I came up from under the table holding the spoon up. “Got it!”

Mel gave me a kiss that was so hot I worried about the restaurant’s smoke detectors going off. I pulled her onto my lap, and arranged the tablecloth around us slightly. I was highly aroused, and just before I’d moved Mel, I unzipped. I was also commando, so there wasn’t a lot of fussing around to help Little Dave escape.