Welcome to Liz Vicious!

I'm not normally a domesticated sort of woman, but I thought I'd repay my roommates by making supper.

I had alot of fun cooking and more fun after dinner. LoL!

Enjoy the dessert.

Inviting The Boss Over For Dinner Sex Story

Mrs. Wildman looked over her table in satisfaction. Dinner would go very well tonight. Her husband’s boss, Mr. Wilder, couldn’t help but be impressed, she decided. She’d labored over the menu to come up with the perfect balance of flavor and textures. She’d chosen a very nice wine for each course. She even had a fine coffee chosen to go with dessert. The house was spotless and the table exquisitely set with her finest china. She had on the perfect dress to show elegance without being too ostentatious. In this modern age of the 1950s one just couldn’t be too careful.

This wasn’t the first time they were having guests, but Mr. Wilder was potentially one of the most important. Her husband was up for a promotion and Mr. Wilder held the final decision. Her husband had stressed to her that it was her job tonight to show his boss that he was the most worthy of the position not only because of his work, but because of how well he lived. He wanted to show his boss that his wife was as capable as he and supported all his efforts.

When the men arrived, she welcomed them graciously. After giving a chaste kiss to her husband, she shook Mr. Wilder’s hand and invited them into the sitting room for hors d’oeuvres. Mr. Wilder turned out to be a very good-looking gentleman. He was as tall as her husband and dressed sharply in a tailored suit. As the men relaxed and began to discuss current news, she excused herself to check on dinner. A few minutes later, she announced that dinner was served.

Course by course went by with perfection. Her salad was cold and crisp and the bread warm and soft. The soup’s flavors were wonderfully balanced. The meat was the precise shade of pink and her vegetables cooked to an exacting standard. Dessert made the perfect close to the meal. After she cleared the dessert plates, she joined the men at the table while they lingered over their coffee.

“This was a most delicious meal, Mrs. Wildman,” Mr. Wilder commented to her. He looked over to her husband. “You’re a very lucky man.” She smiled and allowed herself a faint blush as she looked down demurely.

“Yes, I am,” agreed her husband. He reached over and patted her knee. She was a little surprised at this personal gesture but didn’t let it show on her face.

“Your wife is a talented, gracious hostess, and beautiful as well,” he continued. She smiled again and accepted his compliments, not sure if he was being overly effusive or not.

“Absolutely,” her husband agreed again. “And not only is she talented in the kitchen, but she’s talented elsewhere as well!” He smiled broadly and nodded knowingly to his boss. She sat up in surprise at such a comment.

Clearing her throat lightly, she decided to change the topic. “More coffee, anyone?” she asked.

Mr. Wilder grinned. “You’re speaking of her talent in the bedroom, of course. Lucky man, lucky man. Would you say she’s more enthusiastic or possesses specific talent in pleasuring a man?” She was breathless at such a question. How could her husband allow this man to ask such a thing?

“Enthusiastic, to be sure,” explained her husband. “But also talented in learning what pleases me and doing as I ask.” He reached over again and this time rubbed his hand on her knee. She wasn’t sure if she should bolt from the room.

“Perhaps brandy?” she interrupted.

“Talented in learning, yes, but by your own instruction?” asked Mr. Wilder. “Surely not through broad experience?”

“No, no,” stated Mr. Wildman. “She has no experience but with me.” He turned to her and smiled lovingly. She felt herself go ashen and wondered just where all this was going.

“That’s a great thing, to have such confidence in one’s wife.” Mr. Wilder sat back, enjoying another sip of coffee. “Is there any one area in which your wife particularly excels?”

Her husband considered a moment. “I mentioned her enthusiasm. She actually enjoys our sexual relations, I believe. It makes it far more pleasurable.”

Both men now turned to her. “Well, Mrs. Wildman?” asked Mr. Wilder. “Do you enjoy it?” They paused and watched as she struggled to compose herself. “Do you enjoy having sex with your husband?” he clarified.

“Y-yes,” she stammered. She patted her hair back from her face. “Gentlemen, please forgive me. I don’t believe that this is appropriate conversation for the dinner table.”

Her husband actually laughed. “Come now, darling! We’re all adults here. We can discuss anything we please. Now come on! Do you or do you not enjoy having sex with me?”

As she stammered and blushed, Mr. Wilder commented, “I’d say you’re either very brave or very confident in demanding an answer from her. Allow me to question you further. Does your wife orgasm every time you make love?”

Her husband considered. “Well, allowing that women don’t experience pleasure as we men do, I’m willing to say that she orgasms most of the time. And I dare say that’s more often than most women.” He waved one hand in the air authoritatively.

But holding up a finger in rebuke, Mr. Wilder halted him. “On the contrary, Wildman. It is my experience that it is possible for a woman, if handled properly, to experience orgasm every time she has sexual intercourse with a man. In fact, I have even managed to bring individual women to multiple orgasms in a single night.”

Mr. Wildman shook his head laughing. “Now I’m going to have to doubt you on that. Multiple orgasms? In a woman? How could you possibly accomplish such a thing?”

“With great pleasure, I assure you,” came the reply. “If Mrs. Wildman is willing, I could demonstrate. Perhaps I might even teach you something new about your wife.”

Both men turned once again to her. She was speechless in shock. If she understood correctly, her husband was willing to allow another man to touch her and, perhaps, even have sex with her to see if he could give her orgasms. Well, for heaven’s sake! She supposed if she was in the right mood, which she wasn’t, and if he was her husband, which he wasn’t, anything might happen. She wasn’t sure she believed in the whole ‘multiple orgasm’ myth, though. Her husband was right. Women didn’t experience pleasure like men and that was that. Sure she enjoyed being held and petted by her husband. And most of the time, if he went slowly at the start, she enjoyed having intercourse. She had it good, compared to some of her lady friends whose husbands simply banged into them. But an orgasm every time was too much to hope for, let alone multiples.

After watching her fidget for a moment or two, Mr. Wildman reached over and picked up her hand. “I think we should try this, pumpkin.”

She jerked her hand back and sat up straight, looking her husband squarely in the eye. “Sweetheart, may I speak to you in the kitchen, please?” Without waiting for an answer she rose and stomped to the next room. He followed her immediately.

“Honey, what are you doing? This is my boss!” he whispered urgently.

“I don’t care who he is. You’re actually thinking of letting another man touch me?”

“If it were anyone else the answer would be no. But he holds our future in his hands. Besides,” he tone turned cajoling, “wouldn’t you like to see if he can make good on his boast? Imagine if he could give you multiple orgasms. Imagine if he could teach me how to do it!”

She shook her head and her eyes glanced down to suddenly notice the bulge in her husband’s pants. “You have an erection!” she accused. “This excites you?”

“Yes, it does,” he answered calmly. “Now, darling, you may not realize this but I actually enjoy bringing you pleasure. I like to know that what I’m doing is enjoyable to you. It would thrill me to know that I excite you.” He pulled her close into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go out and see if we can enjoy the rest of the evening.”

Feeling as though she were facing a firing squad, she nodded and followed her husband back out to the dining room where Mr. Wilder waited patiently. He looked up as they entered.

“So what’s the word, folks?” he asked cheerfully.

Her husband smiled broadly. “I would like to challenge you to make good on your boast about pleasuring my wife. If you could do that, well, we would both be very interested in seeing it.”

Mr. Wilder slapped his knee and stood up. “Excellent! How about we get started immediately?” He looked over to where she stood near the kitchen. “Mrs. Wilder, we’ll need you over here, please.” He held out his hand to her. Slowly, she moved toward him and took his hand, keeping her eye lowered. As she came to stand before him she saw a large bulge in his pants, like her husband. Gasping, she looked up, blushed at his smile and looked away again. He drew her closer slowly and his voice sobered.

“Mrs. Wildman, are you willing to allow me to touch you and pleasure you?” She swallowed and nodded, still mortified. “Do you find me handsome?” he asked unexpectedly. His voice had lowered and felt like a rumble across her. She looked up in surprise. He smiled gently. “Are you surprised that I hope you are attracted to me? I’m very attracted to you. You’re a beautiful woman who could have any man she chose. I’m honored that you might allow me to be with you.”

“Might?” she whispered.

“I won’t force you into anything,” he answered softly. “I know your husband wants you to agree. He loves you very much and wants to know more ways to satisfy you. He understands like I do that we men get our greatest pleasure from gratifying our women.” 

She relaxed slightly and he drew one hand up her arm, slowly across her shoulder to her neck, then up to cup the side of her jaw. She could feel her pulse speeding up and she was breathing faster. Amazingly, she could also feel a tingling between her legs, an arousal she rarely felt unless her husband had been petting her extensively. She looked up into Mr. Wilder’s green eyes. He was truly giving her the choice to say no. And that alone gave her a feeling of excitement.

He leaned down toward her till his lips were so close she could smell the coffee he had been drinking. “May I kiss you?” he asked seductively. She lifted her face to him and nodded. He didn’t swoop in to capture her mouth, as she half expected him to do. He brushed his lips across hers softly, then again, then pressed his mouth to hers. His lips moved against hers and when she opened her lips his tongue swept in. He licked her tongue and tasted her, his lips sipping hers in a kiss like none she’d ever had.

She felt like she was melting and offered no protest when he lifted her arms to circle his shoulders and, wrapping his arms about her waist, pulled her against his body. They continued to kiss, breathing heavier, turning their heads to one side or the other. At last he broke the kiss and drew back slightly to gaze down at her. Her lips were swollen and tingling and she wanted more. She suspected he would be perfectly able to give her all the orgasms he wanted her to feel.

She felt her husband step behind her. How surreal to be held by a man while her husband stood there watching. He unhooked the little button at her neckline and slowly drew down her zipper. Mr. Wilder then pulled her dress forward off her shoulders and pushed it down her body till it fell to the floor. She looked down at it, worried. It was a nice dress and shouldn’t be left to wrinkle like that. With a smile, her husband reached down and, as she lifted one foot at a time, pulled the dress away to drape it across one of the dining room chairs. She gave him a grateful expression before the hands moving over her body called her back to their guest. He was staring down at her hungrily. Bringing his hands up to her breasts, he cupped them and squeezed lightly, watching them plump above her lacy bra. He plucked at her nipples, making them stand out against their confinement. She gasped as feeling shot straight to the moist juncture between her legs.

“Shall I remove her garter and hose?” she heard her husband ask.

Mr. Wilder simply looked directly at her. “Would you like us to remove your garter and hose?” She was almost panting now and couldn’t think. She felt hands smooth over her buttocks but didn’t know whose they were. “We could leave them on,” he suggested. “We think you’re incredibly sexy either way.” When she still didn’t answer he smiled and looked up at her husband. “Let’s leave them on, at least for now. But remove everything else.”

Everything else? That would make her naked except for the… and they were both still fully clothed… Where was her head? What was she allowing to happen? But as she found herself kissed thoroughly and expertly again, she found she didn’t care. He was so warm and strong and it felt so good. She always made a habit of putting her panties on over her garter and now she felt her husband lowering them down her legs. Once again she shifted from one foot to the other so he could remove them. But it was Mr. Wilder’s hands that unhooked her bra and pulled it from her, tossing it carelessly to one side.

Now he stepped back completely to gaze at her. She crossed her arms over her chest nervously but he tsk’d at her. “Drop your arms, Mrs. Wildman. I want to look at you.” He licked his lips as though he were looking over a meal. He gave a short gesture with his hand. “Wildman, come over here. Do you ever just stand back and take her in? Look at how beautiful she is. Her breasts are so full with those pink nipples. Her legs are round and firm. I’ll bet her pussy is so wet you could drink from it for days.” She flushed listening to such talk. But even more seeing a look she’d never seen on her husband’s face. Lustful. For her. She knew he enjoyed being intimate with her. But the look on his face now said he must have her, he needed her. She stood a little taller, pushing her breasts out a little farther with each breath.

“Let’s find out.” Her attention jerked back to Mr. Wilder. Find out what? She must have missed something. But in two steps he was on her again. This time he crowded against her, forcing her back till her butt hit the edge of the table. Putting his hands on her waist, he easily lifted her to sit on the table. All she could think was that she was so wet she would surely leave a mark on her fine linen. Even this fled her mind as he pushed her shoulders back till she was lying across the table. Lifting her knees, he spread her wide. Looking about, he reached over and grabbed one of the chairs and seated himself, her pussy laid out before him like a feast. “Now this is dessert!” he muttered and leaned forward.

Mr. Wildman had never gone down on his wife before. She had never asked him to and he didn’t feel any compelling need to go licking around his wife’s privates. But watching as his boss so obviously relished the idea, he began to revise his notion. Mr. Wilder first touched her, drew his fingers along the outside of her and then opened her up. She was so pink in there. And wet. She was almost dripping. Wilder opened his mouth and licked her entire slit from back to front. She moaned and twisted, reaching down to grab his head. He thought at first that his wife was pushing the man away but quickly realized she was drawing him closer. She enjoyed this! He watched as his boss stabbed his tongue inside her pussy then licked around it some more. Moving upward, he licked around the little nub at the top of her pussy. She was squirming and whimpering now. When he sucked that little nub into his mouth, she suddenly cried out, arching her back and digging her heels into his shoulders. He couldn’t believe it. Just by licking on his wife, his boss had given her an orgasm. He had to try this. He stepped forward and put his hand on Wilder’s shoulder. He licked her once more and then stood up, relinquishing the seat.

Wildman propped his wife’s legs on his shoulders and looked her over. She was panting as though she’d been running and lay boneless before him. He had never seen her this way before. He curled his hands over her thighs and felt her all the way up to her hips. Instead of immediately going for her pussy, he smoothed his hands across her softly rounded belly. From here he could smell her arousal. Her cream was seeping out of her. Reaching forward, he pulled her pussy lips apart and just stared for a moment, seeing the beauty he’d never known. Later he was going to put his cock in here and she would explode again, but for now he could pleasure her this way. He leaned in and licked her deeply, thrusting his tongue inside her to draw out more of her cream. She was delicious. She moaned and twisted a bit. With one hand he reached up across her hips to hold her down and then licked some more. She moaned again, louder this time. He was doing it! He was pleasuring his wife! His cock was harder than he could ever remember and he loved it. Your turn later, boy, he thought as he went back to licking and sucking. He nipped lightly on one of the little pussy lips and she jumped, giving a little squeal that turned into a whimper. The whimpers got louder as he pushed a finger inside her. It felt amazing. Her inner walls that felt so good around his cock were pulsing, trembling. He couldn’t hold back. He needed to make her cum. He found the tiny nub at the tip of her pussy and began licking on it while his finger pumped inside her. Her response was amazing. Apparently this was the key to her pleasure! Placing his mouth directly on it, he sucked hard and she almost shot off the table, screaming his name. Moisture dripped out of her pussy and over his hand. Withdrawing from her, he continued to lick her gently till she had calmed. Then he stood and looked around at his boss. He was breathless.

“Quite a treat giving that to her, isn’t it,” Wilder asked. They both looked down at her. Her legs draped over the edge of the table and one hand was pushing her hair back. “I think it’s time for the next step.” Moving over to her, he helped her sit up and then kissed her gently before folding his arms about her. He gestured with his head and her husband stepped to her other side and kissed her as well.

“What’s the next step?” she asked wearily.

“She ever give you head?” Wilder asked. Her husband shrugged and then shook his head no. “We’ll save that for another night. Tonight is all about her.” He looked down at her. “I’ll bet that pussy is ready for some cock,” he stated. “Stand up honey, I think we’re done with the table for now.” Both men helped her stand and then her husband’s boss led her to the front living room. A large couch stretched through the middle of the room facing the window. “This should work,” he commented without explanation. 

Turning to Mrs. Wildman, he suddenly swooped down and took her mouth in a voracious kiss. His hands glided down over her garter belt and gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against him. She could feel his erection through his pants and his silk dress shirt rubbed deliciously, making her nipples stand up even harder. He’d been so gentle till now that he took her quite by surprise. Even more surprising was the fire inside her that flared to life again. She threw her arms about his shoulders and kissed him back passionately. When he broke the kiss, he turned her roughly till she faced away from him toward the front window. He still held her tightly, grinding his hips against her ass and covering her breasts with his hands. When he plucked and then twisted her nipples, she cried out. Since when could pain be arousing like that? It was like electricity shooting straight to her weeping core. 

He pushed her forward till she was leaning over the back of the couch. She heard his zipper being released and then he was bending over her, his silk shirt against her back and his trousers against his legs. He hadn’t even dropped his pants! But he’d certainly released his cock, which was now sliding in the wetness between her legs. She felt she could hardly breathe for the excitement of the moment. He didn’t waste time. With a grunt of satisfaction, he shoved deep inside her, sheathing himself fully. His hands cupped her breasts again as he started thrusting. She’d never been taken this way, from behind, standing like this. She felt desired, like he wanted her so badly he couldn’t wait for a bed. She cried out with his forceful thrusting, pushing back against him, urging him deeper and harder. She loved this! Her husband should do this every night!

Releasing her breasts with one last pinch of her nipples, earning another cry of pleasure, he took hold of her hips and began thrusting even harder and faster. She could feel another peak building, going higher. When he reached around and rubbed against that spot, that little nub of pleasure between her legs, she exploded once again. With a yell he thrust deep inside her and emptied himself, pouring his seed within her. She was still panting and shuddering when he pulled out of her abruptly and stepped away. Before she could protest, her husband stepped between her legs and thrust deep into her. His cock was broader than his boss’s, thicker, and stretched her further. The sharp bite of that little pain instantly turned into a glorious feeling of pleasure as he began pushing into her in his own rhythm. His hips slapped against her buttocks as he shuttled in and out. He didn’t bend over her but his hands moved constantly across her back, gripping and massaging. It felt amazing and soon she felt her release building again. Could this be? She’d never cum more than once in a night! Mr. Wilder was certainly worthy of his boast.

Her husband took hold of her hips and now bent over her. “Are you going to cum for me, darling?” he asked. He thrust faster. With each stroke, his cock seemed to pass over a bundle of nerves that sent her spiraling higher. She cried out on each panting breath. “Then do it, baby! Cum for me!” At once the world seemed to fly apart. She screamed and convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his cock, milking him for the seed he now jetted into her. They both seemed to come down together and he wrapped his arms about her, whispering his love and joy.

At last he helped her stand and pulled himself from her body. She felt empty without him inside her. Looking about, they saw that Mr. Wilder had already cleaned himself up and righted his clothes. He looked at the couple before him, their arms circling each other, and nodded in satisfaction.

“Don’t think you’re necessarily done for tonight, Wildman. I suggest you take her upstairs and let her ride you till you can’t stand upright.” He chuckled as she blushed. “It was a wonderful dinner, Mrs. Wildman. And I especially loved dessert.”

And with the sound of the couple’s laughter following him, he headed out to his car and for home.