George obviously didn’t know the intent behind our dinner. We were new acquaintances, who’d met through work. Maybe he thought our get-together at the restaurant was a business thing, except I wasn’t management and didn’t wine and dine anybody. What I wanted was to introduce George to my wife.

I liked him. He was smart and had a sense of humor, and he was the physical sort Becky preferred. Becky’s my wife. She worked at the restaurant where we were meeting up. Her specialties were — and still are — out-of-this-world desserts.

So, for most of the meal George and I were just two guys having dinner and joshing and talking about random topics. But every now and then I’d catch him looking at me a little uneasily.

When we were done with our entrées, I said, “I recommend the desserts here. Seriously. Don’t miss out.”

George patted his stomach, where he was probably sporting a six-pack of abs, as he told me, “I try to avoid sweets.”

“That’s crap,” I said with a grin. “You can live to be a 100 if you give up all the reasons why you’d want to. Live a little.”

He ordered something, and with that obstacle overcome, I breathed easier.

The waiter brought out a chocolate concoction overflowing with whipped cream and crumbled crust and God knows what other sugary goodness. George forked up a tiny bite, and his handsome face was immediately overwhelmed with an expression of bliss.

“Goddamn! This is incredible,” he marveled with admiration.

George ate two more generous forkfuls, seemingly savoring the flavors. Finally, he eyed me and said, “You know, Joel. I’ve been worrying all night that this was some kind of...of date. It’s not, is it?”

I laughed and told him, “No. You don’t have the parts I prefer. Actually, I want you to meet someone. I’ve told her about you.” I nodded to the waiter. “If you love this dessert so much, you should compliment its creator.”

A minute later, Becky appeared, and George almost dropped his fork. Did I mention my wife is fabulously hot? She can even make a chef’s coat look sexy, which she was doing that night.

She looked over at George, her lips turned up in a sensual smile.

Finally, she said, “I understand you like my goodies.”

George fumbled but gathered himself, and started gushing about the dessert. The hour was late, and most of the other tables were empty. In fact, the remaining patrons were already settling their checks.

“Mind if I sit?” Becky asked. She didn’t wait for an answer.

With all of us seated at the table, I made introductions: “Becky, this George. George — meet my wife.”

It was maybe a little uncool to spring that on him like that, especially with the way he was responding to Becky. Plainly, he was attracted to her. After learning, I was married to her, he fumbled some more and made a bit of blathering small talk.

Becky stopped him by saying, “George, dear, it’s OK. I think you’re hot. I hope you think the same of me. It’s what we want — Joel and me, both.”

He looked back and forth between us, looking uneasy all over again. Then the first glimmer of understanding came into his eyes. He looked around, making sure no one could overhear, even though the place was practically deserted. Even our waiter had vanished. I had already arranged to pay the check.

“You two.” George swallowed. “You’re swingers? Or wife-swappers? Something like that?”

“Something like that,” Becky said, chuckling softly.

“Well, George,” I said, “you’re not married, so we wouldn’t be swapping. But we have a proposition for you.” I took a breath. This was the make-or-break moment, and Becky and I had been there many times before.

She jumped in before I could continue and told him, “George, we’d like you to come home with us. My darling husband is going to fuck me. Then I want you to do me right after. Is that something that would interest you?”

He fidgeted, looking at Becky, then to me, and back at her. He wanted her — what straight man wouldn’t? But would going second turn him off? That was how Becky liked it on these special occasions. She said the second fuck was a whole different kind of sex — edgy and crude.

And it was also something I liked to watch. No, scratch that. I loved it. I liked being the main course, then watching Becky savor her dessert, which, hopefully, would be George.

We waited tensely. At last, in a raw voice, George said, “I’d like that. A lot.”

We got out of there fast and headed directly to our place. I was trembling with eagerness, my cock throbbing in my slacks.

The three of us went straight to the bedroom with Becky tossing away clothing on the way. I almost tripped as I kicked off my pants. But she and I were naked when we got to the bed, both primed to go, and her eyes smoldered with excitement and anticipation.

Tumbling onto the mattress, we got right to it. Our hands groped one another as our mouths mashed together. I mauled her breasts; she kneaded my ass. She jerked my cock; I fingered her gash.

I was aware of George in the room, watching us, but I didn’t feel self-conscious. Becky got me on my back and straddled my hips. As she lowered herself onto my erect shaft, I gasped with pleasure. She impaled herself all the way, then planted her palms on my chest and started to ride me.

She moved her body in a sensual, bucking gallop. I thrust up into her with her every downward plunge. I played with her tits some more, tweaking her luscious nipples. She rode me harder, finally crying out in orgasm.

Pulling out of her pussy, I flipped her over and mounted her. I stroked into her slick snatch as excitement baked my skin. Becky’s face was covered with a sheen of sweat, her hair disheveled. I pounded her fiercely, our bodies meeting with rhythmic, fleshy smacks as I drove into her deeply.

Becky cried out climactically again, and this time I was with her, jetting my spunk into her. The ecstasy of my orgasm shook me all the way through. I pulled out to spatter her belly with my last half-hearted spurt, just so George could tell I’d mostly unloaded inside her.

Panting, I backed off the bed. George had stripped while we were busy. His cock stood proudly erect, while my softening member dangled, still gleaming with Becky’s juice.

“Go get her,” I told him.

George climbed onto the bed, where my wife waited eagerly. She looked rumpled, still breathing hard, but the spark in her eyes was twice as bright. I stood to make room for Becky’s new pal.

Initially, George looked hesitant, but my wife sat up and slid her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace. Then she gently put her lips to his. He didn’t move for a few seconds. Maybe he was waiting to see if I would react negatively. He needn’t have worried, of course. But he had to find out for himself, I guess.

When no jealous eruption came from me, he finally kissed Becky back. Their lip-lock swiftly turned frantic as their tongues tangled messily. Their mouths ground together as their hands moved over one another’s bare flesh. Becky caressed his muscled shoulders, and George, finally feeling emboldened, touched her tits. When she arched her back with pleasure, he squeezed her breasts harder, flicking her nipples with his thumbs.

As Becky groped his body, I saw he did indeed have six-pack abs. My wife’s hand slid down to graze the side of his cock, and he shivered visibly. She hooked her fingers around his shaft, gliding a thumb up onto his cockhead where a pearl of pre-come was glistening. She rubbed the slick liquid over his knob, and he groaned. Then she lifted her hand and sucked her thumb clean.

While George was gawking at that, Becky moved. She pushed him onto his back and shouldered apart his legs. His cock was hard, and she scooped up his balls in her hand as her face hovered over his purplish bulb. I heard her eager breath and guessed George must’ve been feeling it on his cockhead.

My eyes were fixed on them as Becky dropped her mouth onto his rod. She sealed her lips around him, then lowered the tight ring of her kisser down his staff. I knew right where her gag reflex kicked in, and there she paused, ever so briefly, before sucking him down to where her hand still cradled his nutsac.

George had been watching her, too. But his head soon dropped back onto the mattress as his eyes rolled halfway up into his skull.

Becky’s head rose and fell, slow and steady. Her lips stayed sealed around him, and I heard the occasional slurping sound. That tongue of hers was no doubt wriggling up and down, sending George into a state of pleasure no male could resist.

My cock began to stir again, lazily at first, like an afterthought. But it soon swelled to the max. Casually, I took myself in hand, giving myself a gentle stroke as I fixated on the scene before me. It was truly mesmerizing.

Becky gave him head for several minutes, never increasing the speed of her sucking to the point where he was likely to blow his load — not that she would have minded taking his jizz down her throat, I imagined. But she had other things in mind, if history meant anything. As they say: It wasn’t our first rodeo.

As if on cue, Becky lifted her head, moved up and jumped onto George’s cock, like a bronco rider saddling up. He put his hands on her hips, grinning up at her. She started to ride him with the same bucking tempo she’d used on me.

I wondered how it felt for her — and for him — with my come still warm inside her. She had another man’s cock in her gooey pussy. But George wasn’t being squeamish about any of it. For all I knew, it turned him on.

He jerked beneath her, working his hips and driving himself up into her like I’d done. She came down on him harder and harder, a rumbling growl building in her throat. She soon tumbled into the final throes of ecstasy as her climax consumed her. Then, with a dazed expression, she dismounted and lay on her back.

George moved in, settling on top of her. I was actively jerking my cock, admiring the sight of the two of them.

Becky looked so happy. George slammed home, then set about plowing her pussy. He bucked wildly on her, and she writhed underneath him with her fingers scrabbling across his back. When she howled orgasmically, he pulled out and shot his full load over her belly and tits.

Inspired, I lurched forward, jerking my meat, and sprayed her face. And when she cried out in delight, I jizzed straight into her mouth.

Everyone got their just desserts.