Just Dinner

“It’s just dinner,” he said with a smile that told me otherwise. For months Tevan had been trying to convince me to accept the dinner invitation of a couple he had met at a recent community networking event. He had told me that they were roughly our age, late 30’s, attractive, but not intimidatingly so. They had just moved to a nearby suburb and were looking for new friends. I protested that we had plenty of friends, which we do, but only in theory. We hang out with our friends so infrequently that the first 30 minutes is just trying to figure out who’s kid belongs to whom and their names. As friends, we kinda suck. I reminded Tevan of this fact.

“I know but here’s a chance to really make some new friends that we could do things with,” Tevan said. He looked like a lost puppy, pleading brown eyes, and a droopy sadness. Those were the same brown eyes that got me hooked on him in the first place. Within the first few minutes of looking into those eyes, I knew he’d have me on my back before the night had ended. I was right. We have been together ever since.

“How do you know I’ll even like them?” I said busying myself by emptying the dishwasher. “Why do you think I’ll have the same connection with them as you do?”

“Anna’s into the same things you are,” he said. “She likes that designer jewelry you like. She watches Say Yes to the Dress, the Kardashians, and she loves David Beckham. Carter is a lot like me. He’s into sports, beers, and bullshit. We will have a great time, I promise.” I rolled my eyes before looking back into his puppy-dog eyes. They weakened me every time. I flushed knowing my answer before it left my lips. 

“Fine,” I said. “But just dinner.”

“Just dinner,” he agreed.

Two weeks later I was nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. My stomach was knotted, and my legs shook. Why I was so anxious about this dinner was beyond me. Something had been niggling in the back of my mind since Tevan proposed that we go to dinner with Anna and Carter. He had been quite focused on this dinner. Dinner with them seemed to come up too frequently in our conversations. He wanted to know if I was excited to meet them and what I planned to wear. Slowly, over the two weeks leading up to the dinner, my outfit plans changed to meet his interests. I started with jeans, swoop-cut shirt, and flats but ended up in a bright, yellow sundress that hung just below my ass and showed off my minimal cleavage. He insisted on heels, which seemed too sexy for a friend’s dinner, but I relented when his eyes saddened. I don’t mind dressing sexy for Tevan, but it seemed out of place for dinner with Anna and Carter.

I had also noticed a spike in Tevan’s sexual needs. During the past two weeks, we had sex every other night and, on the nights, we didn’t have sex, I gave him a blow job or a hand job. He was insatiable. That was until three nights ago when it suddenly stopped. Not that he wasn’t still excited, he just didn’t seem to desire sex, specifically. He wanted to talk about dinner more than have sex. All of this surely was contributing to my anxiety, my uncertainty. It felt like some secret was being hidden from me, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. Before we left for dinner, Tevan’s brown eyes scanned me in my dress. His smile showed me that he approved. I had to admit that I felt really good in the dress. The way it fit around my hips and tits made me feel sexy. Tevan’s appreciative eyes filled me with pride and sexual confidence.

            “What you got on under there?” he said. I feigned shock at his suggestion that I had not thought of everything. I flipped my dress up and stuck my ass in his direction to show off my thong. 

“Damn!” he said. “Baby, that’s perfect. I’m so turned on right now.” I grabbed hold of his crotch and felt his cock coming alive.

“You’re going to have to wait for that,” I said. “We’re running late.” We arrived only a little later than was originally planned. We joined Anna and Carter at a quiet table in the corner of the dimly lit Italian restaurant not far from where Tevan and I lived. Tevan said that it had become one of Anna and Carter’s favorite spots. I could see why. The view of the river and the candlelight flickering in the low light made for a very relaxed environment. I immediately fell in love with the atmosphere. And Anna and Carter were better than Tevan had described. Anna was about my height and she had dyed auburn hair. Her blue eyes sparkled when she smiled. Carter was not as tall as Tevan, but he exuded confidence when I looked into his light blue eyes. His salt-and-pepper hair gave him a stunning mature look for a man his age. Yes, they were good-looking, but not intimidatingly so. We were laughing and sharing stories easily within no time at all. They really were a great match. Better than I could have imagined.

I’m not sure how much wine we drank, to be honest. But as the night continued, and our inhibitions seemed to ease away, I noticed Carter’s eyes studying me. Exploring me. I felt a blush when I caught him impulsively biting his lip while looking at my tits. I also caught Anna looking at my tits on occasion. It was her lingering looks into Tevan’s puppy-dog, brown eyes that really got my attention, however. It was clear that there was interest and attraction between them. I knew now why Tevan had needed so much sex during the past few weeks. He had been fantasizing about his cock inside of Anna. I couldn’t blame him, to be honest. She was adorable and sexy. When the conversation turned to the subject of sex, Carter and Anna were not shy. They shared stories about their sexual exploits as singles and after they got married. Tevan was enthralled in their stories. He moved closer to me and leaned in to give our new friends his undivided attention. His hand brushed the naked skin under my ponytail, and then on my leg while they shared their stories. His touch made my skin rise with a need for more. His hand slid high on my thigh when they revealed that they had had a threesome with a woman just a few weeks prior to tonight’s dinner. Tevan squeezed my thigh tighter when Anna described how she enjoyed being with a woman for the first time. It had been a long-held fantasy of Tevan’s, to see me with another woman. We had role played it so many times in the past few years that I had actually started looking at women we knew for a possible third to our relationship.

Tevan’s hand probed gently towards my inner thigh when Carter described how Anna and the other woman had invited him to the bed after each of the women had cum a few times from their fun. I opened my legs further allowing Tevan to explore further. My pussy swelled and soaked my thong. I didn’t know if it was the sexy stories or Tevan’s hand climbing closer toward my pussy that had me so turned on, maybe both. But I felt my stomach tie in knots with excitement. Tevan and I had no friends like Carter and Anna. Nobody in our “friends” group were as open to talking about sex as Carter and Anna were. It was refreshing, albeit unusual. I reached under the table and placed my hand right on Tevan’s crotch when Anna told us that she and Carter had actually met at a sex club. A sex club?! Sounded exciting! Tevan’s cock was fully erect and pushing his pants to the limit. I felt sorry for him but neither of us could do much more at that time.

Carter and Anna asked for us to continue the night by joining them at the bar across the street where a live band was playing….