It is date night, and my wife, Elena, and I are going to a fancy Italian restaurant. When we arrive, it looks very busy. We must park far back in the lot against the back fence. Upon entry, we notice it is a nice restaurant. Decorated in darker panels of wood that extend about 8 to 9 feet, and then above that, there are mirrors with some frosted patterns around the dining room’s upper 3 feet.

The hostess asks us, “How many are in your party?” 

“Just the two of us, and we have reservations.”

She examines the list and finds us. 

“Ah, there you are. Aaahh... well, we are very busy, as you can see,” she says.

”Is there a problem?” I ask.

She responds, “Well, not exactly, but we really don’t have a table for two. I don’t really want to do this, but we have a table, kinda in the back just off the main dining room. It's a bit secluded. A booth sits about six or so; we can set it for two and seat you straight away, or there could be a short wait?”

Elena and I both respond, “We’ll take it”, and we both smile, look at each other, both thinking, “more romantic anyway.”

She says, “OK, one moment while we reset it for two, and I will take you right back.”

Secluded is very on point; she leads us back through the restaurant to a space about 13 to 15 feet wide, with 3 booths extending down the length. Each has an oval table with white floor-length tablecloths. The dividers around the booth are the same dark-paneled wood. They are about the height of the wall panels, with about 8 inches of frosted glass that extends above. She takes us to the back booth. Each booth has a curving, rounded bench that could easily seat 3 to 4, and three chairs opposite at each table. The bench is covered in a maroon cushion. At the first booth, a group of seven appears to have just been served their meals. At the next booth, another couple looks younger than us. They probably had the same choice we had: wait for a table for two or take a secluded booth. Opposite the booths is the paneled wall with candelabra sconces. Similar sconces in the corners of each booth, giving a romantic feel. There is enough walkway for waiters to reach these three tables while carrying trays. The carpeting is mostly maroon with a golden line around the edge and a flecked pattern. It is soft underfoot. It has an elegant-looking feel to it. Elena and I slide into the end booth bench and look over the menu.

After a minute or so, Elena says, “I need to run to the ladies’ room for a moment.”

I keep perusing the menu. Soon, she’s back and slides onto the bench and snuggles up to me. The waitress was there to take our order. 

The waitress says, “Hi, I am Amber. I’ll be your waitress. Can I get you some drinks while you peruse the menu?” 

I order a lemonade and Elena a Diet Coke.

“I’ll get your drinks, and hopefully you’ll be ready to order then,” she says, stepping away.

I look at Elena and am about to ask her what she thought she would like for dinner, when I notice she has a mischievous grin.

“OK, what’s up?” I asked.

“What do you mean? What’s up?”

“I can tell you are scheming.”

”I am not…” she trails off. “Ok, I kinda am. I have a request and some small confessions.”  

“Okay… do tell.” 

“Which first, request or confessions?”

”I’ll risk the request first. I need to know what this is all about.”

She bites her bottom lip and then quietly asks, “Would you slide under the table and bring me off with your tongue right now? No one will see you. The tablecloths are long enough, and I really need an orgasm right now.” She has the sheepiest look of embarrassment on her face as she finishes the request.

”OK, who are you and what did you do with Elena Anne?” I ask with a grin. “You can’t be serious?”

”I am your loving and extraordinarily horny wife, and it’s a serious request.”

”What about your…” I start to ask. 

She cuts me off and says, “I removed them; that is why I went to the ladies’ room.” 

“Removed them???”

“My knickers,” She says a little too loudly. Then whispers to me, “I had to; they were getting too damp.”

“OK, now I know you are not Elena. Since when do you use the word knickers?”

She then shyly turns her beautiful face down and very quietly says, ”I guess I’d better give the confessions now. I have been crazy horny all day. I masturbated three times. I can’t seem to get sex out of my head; it is all I thought about all day. I accidentally stumbled upon this erotic story website where primarily women write erotic stories; many are British, and they use the word knickers for panties, and I think it is pretty sexy, right? So that is where that came from.”

“Anyway…” she looks at my surprised face and asks, “Aaahhh... are you mad at me?”

“No, no… not at all, just a bit shocked is all,” I reply.

”Well, more proof I am your wife, sniff this.” She hands me her panties or knickers, I guess, since we are co-opting that “sexier” name for them.

They are indeed damp; maybe ‘gooey’ would be a more descriptive word. I raise the soft, silky “knickers” to my nose; it is definitely her scent. The erection starts growing between my legs. That is what she does to me. 

“So, what do you think of my request?” She says as she cocks an eyebrow at me.

”I guess I will be having the best appetizer there is. Make sure that no one is coming.” I say as I start to duck under the table. I stop for a moment to wave my foot under the table. 

”What’s wrong, David? She asks, worrying that I might not go through with it.

“Just checking where the table legs are so I don’t hit my head and make sure I’ll fit,” I respond.

I’m 6’ 3’, so it is a valid concern. It works out that the table has two solid legs bolted to the floor and the tabletop. So, the middle is quite clear for me to kneel.  I slide under and make sure that my shoes don’t poke out from the other side of the tablecloth.

Elena has already hiked up her dress; scooted to the edge of the booth bench; and spread her legs. I can smell her sex immediately.  She has the perfect pussy, dark soft hair above her slit, around her labia, no hair, laser removed years ago. The inner labia protrude ¾ to 1 inch. There is barely enough light, but I can make out the clear nectar just between those soft lips. Her left is ever so much longer than the right. Definitely my wife; her pea-sized clitoral head is poking nearly all the way out from its hood. She is very aroused, to say the least. This should not take long to get her to orgasm. I bring my finger up and separate the soft inner lips and scoop some of that delicious wetness to my mouth, lick it off. Oh, how I love this woman.  She shudders and sucks in a deep breath as she feels my tongue start at the bottom of her slit, and my nose just brushes the tip of her clit.  Bringing my tongue up and hit that sensitive tip again. She tastes sweet.  

She is startled out of her pleasure when the waitress sets our drinks on the table. 

“Ahhh.. I guess you're not ready to order.”  Amber states. 

“Aaahhhh… no, not quite; he had to take a quick call and stepped out to the lobby. I think so as not to disturb anyone.” Elena responded a little more breathless than she could have hoped.  I didn’t let up either, sucked her clit between my lips and slid my right index finger in to hit her G spot. Surprisingly, she didn’t react, but only just.  

“I'll be back in about 5-10, OK?” Amber says as she steps to the couple in the next booth.  Elena just nods, not trusting her voice at the moment. I continue to fulfill the request to get Elena off, and enjoy it ever so much.

At the other booth, Amber asks, “Have you decided yet, or do you need some more time?”

The lady at the table half whispers, half says with a giggle, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

She must have gestured toward us, because Amber says, “Oh, they haven’t ordered yet unless you want a Diet Coke.” 

The lady slightly laughs and says, “No, maybe a couple more minutes please.”

I have Elena really close to the edge of orgasm now. I can feel her squeezing my finger, working her G spot. I suck on her clit, run my tongue around her clit. Then suck it in again.

She rewards me with a shudder and a barely audible, “Ohhh… that’s it, I’m therrreee…”

Elena is so amped up. I am sure that I could get her off a second time in a moment or two, but I slowly bring her down with a short kiss on her clit. I lick up as much of her wetness as I can. After all, she doesn’t need a wet spot on her dress for the walk out. 

I manage to get out from under the table with no one seeing. Elena is noticeably flushed in the face.

She looks at me and says, “Wow, you are the best. Now I think I can enjoy dinner.”  

She hugs me and closes her eyes. “Oh, David, how I needed that.” She leans her head up and pulls me into a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining. 

“Ahem… Do you want to order dinner or a hotel room?” Amber says with a smirk. “The hotel above the restaurant is quite nice, I hear.”

We break the kiss, a little startled, but Elena puts on a wicked smile and says, “Hotel room please.”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, we don't have the kind of agreement with the hotel. So maybe I could interest you in something on the menu. There is also a chef special, lobster and cheese ravioli, that is really good.” 

I order a Caesar salad and seafood alfredo; Elena orders the Italian salad and the ravioli with marinara and a balsamic glaze.  Every couple of minutes through dinner, Elena puts her hand under the table and strokes me through my pants with her fingernails.

“I need to keep you ready?” She says and winks at me.

“Are you going to be taking a phone call under the table, then?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

“Wouldn’t you like that if I did, but no, you’ll just have to wait; I have different plans for you.” She says with a sly smile and a sparkle in her eyes. 

She adds, “Oh, but it will be worth the wait, I promise.”

The food is fabulous, and as we are finishing, the hostess who led us to our table visits us to ask how everything was. She is a gorgeous redhead with a shapely body in a nicely fitting black dress to her knees.

“I hope everything was ok, and again I must apologize that we didn’t have a table for two ready for your reservation.” She says.

I notice her small name tag says “Tracie - Manager/owner”.

”It is not a problem at all. Tracie, we think that here is much more intimate and romantic. Which is what we were looking for anyway. Oh, and the food was so delicious!”

“I know, I believe this is the best place in the restaurant. It’s a shame it is set up for bigger parties. I think it is perfect for couples to enjoy a nice romantic dinner.”

Tracie adds. “I will tell the chef you enjoyed the meal. Would you like a dessert? We have the best Tiramisu you can find anywhere.”

Elena says, “Two please, but can we get them to go? And, I love your hair, and you are stunning in that dress.”

”Why, thank you so much. That is so kind; your hair is so pretty too. I love waving long curls; if it acts like mine, I never know if it is going to behave very long. Oh, and you are so gorgeous, jealous of your olive skin tone; I can’t tan a bit.” Tracie added.  “I will let Amber know about your desserts to go, and have her bring them with your check right away. And again, thank you for coming in tonight. I hope to see you again soon.”

”Well, she is not hard to look at, is she?” Elena asked.

”Very pretty, but I am here with the most beautiful lady in this place. When Amber returns, let’s pay the check and get home. So, I can get you out of the rest of your clothes,” I say, as I pat my pocket containing her panties.

“I already have you out of your knickers,” I add with a wink.

With desserts in one hand and my arm around Elena’s slender waist, we walk to the car to the back of the parking lot. I open the door for her, but she slips by and stands in front of the car on the strip of grass between the parking lot and the fence.

“Time for your first dessert. Put those on the seat and come here.” She says alluringly.

I carefully place the Tiramisu on the seat and walk up to her.  I place my arms around her waist and pull her close. She tilts her head up and, with her hand behind my neck, pulls me in for another passionate kiss.  After a minute or two of being lost in each other, Elena brings her other hand around and unzips my pants. She pulls out my throbbing erection. Elena breaks the kiss and turns towards the car, bends over, placing her hands on the hood. 

She says, “Lift my dress and take me right now.”

Still amazed by Elena’s lack of concern about being caught, I comply. I flip her dress onto her back and slide into her lovely wet folds. Holding her with both hands, I start to slowly thrust in, then almost out, and back in again.

Elena breathes out, “Yesssss, that is what I have needed all day.”

She starts squeezing me with her muscles, and not long before, we are both breathing pretty heavily. She reaches back and starts to stimulate her clitoris, while I continue with slow full-length thrusts. Feeling the wet tightness of her expert muscle work, I can tell she is close, but I can’t last. I fill her with a last thrust, tilting my head back in a groan of pleasure. I bend over and gently squeeze her breasts through her dress and bra.

“Ahh… don’t stop…” she commands.

Then she rubs her clit more furiously. As my throbbing climax ends, she is over the edge.  “Ahhh… Yes, yes, yes…ohhhh… so good…” nearly a whisper from her, still rubbing away at her clit.

Her panting continues to slow. She starts raising, and I help her, still holding her breasts. She turns to me. I slide out of her goodness. Her dress falls back down, and we again find each other’s lips for a hungry kiss.

”How did you like dessert?” Elena asks.

“I don’t think the Tiramisu is going to be close to that good.” Is my response.

She looks down at the front of my pants, where the evidence of our ecstasy can be seen most readily.

“It’s running down my legs too; my dress and your pants are a mess. We’d better get out of here, before we get caught.” Elena smiles, and I open the door for her.

We were so lost in each other that we didn’t really know whether we were caught or not. Here is hoping we were not, and there are no pix out there of us in the throes of passion.

As soon as I pull the car into the garage, Elena jumps out. She runs to the door to the house, and turns to me as she pushes the button to close the garage door.

“Put one of the Tiramisus in the fridge and bring the other to our bedroom, and don’t take too long,” she says with a great big grin.

She then bounces off, disappearing into the house. I am liking Elena on erotic stories a lot, but I am thinking I am going to have to up my game to match her energy. I find her dress on the stairs, and her bra just after it in the hall to our bedroom. I carry them with me to the door.  The lamp on my side of the bed is the only one on. Elena is stretched out naked with the soft light caressing her figure. She is stunning; I'm not sure how I hit the wife jackpot as I did, but…

“Wow, so hot!!” I stammer.

“David, someone is currently violating the dress code, and it is not me. Please remove your clothes. Then spread the Tiramisu all over this table I laid out for you.” She waves her arms from breasts to hips as she says this.

“Then dessert is served.” She adds with a bright smile. 

I can’t get my clothes off fast enough. Elena giggles when she sees me fighting to get my shoes off. The rest comes off quickly. I sit down beside her and open the dessert container.

“I need to go get us a couple of spoons,” I say.

She holds my arm to stop me as I go to stand. “We do not need any spoons.”

With that, she sticks two fingers into the Tiramisu and scoops some out. Then spreads some on both breasts, making sure to leave some on her nipples. She scoops more and spreads it from her navel to the top of her pubic hair.

“Your dessert is served”, she says again, smiling.

I bend to start from the top of her pubic hair and lick and kiss the dessert up. Finished with her stomach, I work my way to first her left then her right breast. I linger, sucking on each nipple for a bit. When clean, I scoop some Tiramisu with two fingers and deposit some in and around her mouth. She sucks my finger clean and starts to lick from her lips, and I join the effort, licking some from her cheek and ending in a Tiramisu kiss.

“Excellent Tiramisu,” I whisper in her ear.

“My turn,” she says, pushing me to lie back on the pillow.

Elena takes the container and pretends like she is going to tip its contents onto my chest and stops, scoops some out, and spreads it on my shaft. She sets it aside, starts to clean it off my shaft from the base to the head. She ends by sucking the head in her mouth and twirling her tongue around it, and sucks and pulls off with a light pop.

“Agreed, excellent Tiramisu.”

She picks the container up, swings her right leg over me so she is now sitting on my abdomen. The head of my shaft is slightly between her butt cheeks, and pushed down into my lower stomach. Then, taking a finger, she retrieves a small spot of Tiramisu and wipes it onto each of her nipples.

“You missed some,” she grins.

I put my hands on her waist and raise my head, and she lowers her breasts to my face. I again slowly remove the creamy dessert, sucking and licking it off each of her hard nipples.

 “Now I need you to eat something else,” she says as she turns around. Straddling my chest, she plants her lady parts right onto my mouth, and I get to feast away on her wet loveliness. She bends down, takes me into her mouth. Now we are into a full 69, enjoying each other. I plunge my tongue in and out of her vagina and alternate licking and sucking her clit and inner labia.  All while Elena performs an expert blow job. I sense Elena getting close, so close, but she pulls away from me, breathing heavily.

“Ok, I need you in me, time for a ride,” she says. She lifts away from my mouth mid-suck; her clit pops out of my mouth.  She turns around and guides me into soft wetness.  She starts the up-and-down motions. I thrust up to meet her, and we increase to a hard, passionate pace. She has an explosive orgasm almost immediately, but just keeps going. She has a second not far behind that. As her third hits her, I explode too.  She collapses onto my chest as we both try to catch our breath. 

We just lay there in our ebbing ecstasy. Elena lifts her head to look at me.

She says, “That was amazing, but...”

I notice her eyes welling up with tears. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? I ask, concerned.

“I have never been this horny in my life. I can’t seem to get enough. I climax, and I immediately want more and more. I am starting to scare myself,” she says, as she lays her head back on my chest and starts to cry.

I put my arms around her and hold her against me. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t start worrying, Elena; you are so wonderful; I love you!”

“Who? Me, worry?  It is only my superpower.” She says with a sniff and a slight giggle.  

“We could just enjoy your new superpower for a bit, then worry if it does not subside?” I offer. 

She sighs, “Men, all things sex are good.”

“You’re a bum, but I love you anyway,” she says with a kiss on my cheek.

She slides off to my side, leaving her right leg and arm over my torso, and puts her head back on my chest and snuggles in tight. 

“I want to try to sleep and stop thinking about my next orgasm. Can you turn out the light, Hun?” She says as she pulls the bed sheet over our naked forms. I reach up, click the lamp off. We both drift off to sleep, snuggling up to each other.

Elena wakes me up two more times during the night. First to get off in reverse, cowgirl. She manages to coax an erection out of me, but I don’t climax, which is fine because I enjoy being her object of lust.  Then later, forward cowgirl, which I think is my favorite position of all. She is literally insatiable and has two more orgasms and possibly more before I do. We don’t talk; she just slides back to my side, pulls the sheet again to cover us. She snuggles up, and we are back to sleep. I vaguely recall her taking care of herself by rubbing another one out later, but I was very sleepy. 

I wake with the sheet half covering me, and Elena is not there. I look at the clock; it’s Saturday, 10:30 am. I get a sinking feeling that something is not good. I find my boxers, pull them on, and go to find Elena. Thirsty, so I stop in the kitchen to get a glass of ice water. I think she is probably in her studio at the back of the house. I find her there, standing at her easel. She is painting, brush in hand, wearing nothing but her painting apron. She looks divine; there is still a little bit of curl in her hair as it flows down her back. She turns to see me and gives me a big grinning smile. This helps me calm the sinking feeling from before, but it’s still a bit there. 

“How are you even possibly awake?” I say as I walk up behind her. 

“Couldn’t sleep much, as you were well aware. I finally knew that I had to see it. So, there you go, I decided to paint it. What do you think? Go well in your office?” She asked. 

“Sure, if you want me dismissed, HR would likely frown on it,” I replied.

“There is no nudity; we are fully clothed.”

“Yes, true, but you can clearly see what is going on,” I say.

She has painted us in the parking lot at the moment of climax. I set down the glass of ice water and start to massage her shoulders.

She jumps and says, “Oooo… your hands are cold, but don’t stop; it feels good.”

“It is amazing you catch the passion and the feel of the moment. I can’t wait to see it when it is finished. You could have painted us naked, since it can’t be my office anyway.”

“It didn’t happen that way, and it is more challenging to get the passion when you clothe the subjects in the act. I had this in my head all day yesterday, not as a painting but as you and I giving over to our passion. I knew I had to make it happen. I thought after we did it. I thought it would be done, but it kept bouncing around in my head.  Keeping me hot and bothered all day and night.” She turns and winks at me.

“Your hands feel so good,” she leans back on me. I feel her hair and bare skin on me. 

“You know, if you want something in my office, you should paint our kiss that started that scene. That I could hang in my office… I am hungry; want to share the other Tiramisu with me?” I ask.  

“Well, how would you like it served? Like last night?” She says as she wiggles her butt against my crotch.

“Aren’t your lady parts completely sore from the attention they have been getting? I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. 

“You’d think, but they're still wet and craving more. Let’s go finish the Tiramisu,” She says and hugs my arms to her, and we head to the kitchen.

“Spoons, or boobs?” I ask with raised eyebrows. 

“Spoons, boobs would take us on a detour.”

“An enjoyable detour; I don’t see a problem here.”

“Very tempting, but I want to paint for a bit. Then we can play some more. Pretty sure I will need more of your services.” She says, winking.

We finish off the Tiramisu. Elena goes back to her studio, and I go clean up the bedroom.

Saturday morning, two weeks later, I am putting on my shoes in the family room. I hear footsteps and look up, it's Kelsey, our third daughter. She is a younger Elena, an inch taller, with slightly lighter, dark brown hair.

“Morning, daddy,” she says as she gives me a side hug.

“Hey, Kelse, what brings you down here this morning? I ask, returning to my shoes.

“All caught up on classes and decided to spend the weekend with you and Mom. Came down last night, pretty late,” she replies. 

“Did Rachael come too? Why didn't you poke your head in and say hi?” I ask.

“No, Midterms on Monday, and you know, Book Worm!!!” she says. She means nerd. 

“And you and Mom were, ahmm, busy sleeping!” she says with air quotes.

“Oh, which reminds me, Daddy, have you seen Mom’s new painting? It’s great; she really caught your passion. She said it was your idea.”

“Yes, I have seen it. She showed that to you?” I ask in an apprehensive tone, my face slightly redder.

“Ya, why wouldn’t she? That is one awesome kiss. I hope I find someone, and we can be that much in love. You and Mom are so, so, ah… so unbelievably awesome!”

“Your mom is awesome. I am just along for the ride.” I add in my head, “in more ways than one.” 

We both walk back to Elena’s studio. This time, she is wearing clothes and an apron, but still unbelievably gorgeous. She has such a presence, and I am just totally smitten. 

As we walk up, Kelsey says, “Mom, I think Dad hasn’t seen this painting, and there is another that you didn’t share with me, Trueee?” 

I say, “Not true, and it is obviously this painting that we were talking about.”  

“Mom?” Kelsey asks inquisitively.

“No, just this one; I want him to hang in his office. Good Idea?” Elena tries to change the subject.

“You are both terrible liars, is what I think,” Kelsey says as she starts snooping at the drying rack. 

“Kelsey, leave those alone; they are still drying,” Elena says, hoping to stop her. 

She starts sliding one out. “Yep, liars, both of you! And Damn, Mom, it is really good. I have always thought you were a hot couple, and now there is proof.”

“At least I painted it with our clothes on.” Elena half-whispers to me and nudges me in the ribs. 

“Well, and as you said, that is how it happened,” I whisper back.

“What, you really did this, like outside and everything?” Kelsey exclaims.

“Oh wow! Totally hot,” she adds. 

“So, please forget you saw it,” I say.

“Please!” Elena adds pleadingly.

“Oh sure, safe with me,” she smirks and slides the painting back.

“I would never tell my sisters or anything like that; probably wouldn’t believe me anyway,” she shrugs and starts to leave, pulling her phone out of her pocket. 

“Kelse!” I call. 

She smiles at us over her shoulder and keeps walking away with her phone in her hand.