The wife got all dolled up and presented herself to me for my approval. She had a short black dress on with the necklace I’d bought for her in Vienna that day.  She always looks hot in short dresses, but when she turned around and bent over, I was staring at a bare ass! Wow! No panties. And her recently shaved pussy looked good enough to eat, but that would have to wait. 

“Just what is the idea with losing the panties?” I innocently questioned. 

“Just thought I’d spice up your night a little.” 

“Well, it’s going to do more than spice it up! I’m gonna have a time keeping my cock under control!” 

“Just so you know, I’m not wearing the bra either.” 

For those who haven’t read my first story, Sharon is a petite hottie with ample breasts that belie her years and an ass that should be used for modeling. I can’t keep my hands off of it.  

We were headed out to supper with a neighboring ship’s voyeur who watched us having all kinds of lewd sex earlier in the day. He had shot his load of cum all over the patio door of his stateroom twice while watching (with my knowledge – not Sharon’s). She found out later and, going against her previous norms, allowed him to view her naked. This new side of Sharon was one I’d been hoping to experience for many years. I’m not sure what woke up inside of her, but it was immensely erotic to me. 

We’d always fantasized about her having sex with another man during some of our sessions, and I just wondered from the way she was dressed, if that was part of her plan for the rest of the evening. Trying to will my cock to settle, we headed out the door to meet up with Charles. We met him on the gangplank, headed to shore,  and were met by an Uber driver that Charles had arranged. Climbing into the car, Sharon exposed a lot of leg which Charles kept a willing eye on. 

Charles announced, “I took the liberty of reserving a table at a nice restaurant here in Vienna. The Steirereck has great food, and the entertainment is top-notch. Although not as impressive as a show I watched earlier today, out me patio door!"  I noticed he glanced at Sharon’s cleavage as he said that. Sharon turned a little red-faced, but smiled in return.  

“I thought you were enoying the view by the stiffness of your ample member.” The wife responded. 

Charles continued, “Let’s enjoy the evening and see where things end. No pressure.” 

The restaurant was a Michelin 2-star, built in contemporary style, with, it turns out, private dining areas as well as outdoor dining. The waiter checked the reservation and led us to a very private dining area with a dedicated waiter. I commented to Charles that we don’t often dine this prestigiously. He said not to worry as it was his treat, and he assured us that he was looking forward to giving us a memorable trip to Vienna. 

We settled into our seats, Charles and I sitting on either side of Sharon. A glass of Champagne was chilling alongside the table and the waiter popped the cork and served each of us a glass. 

“A toast. To new-found friends whom I have come to know fairly intimately.  May our adventure continue to please us all!” Charles pronounced while, once again, gazing down Sharon’s cleavage. The waiter, Vincenzo,  standing alongside, tried to ignore the innuendo, but failed, and I caught a slight smile. 

Violins were playing in a distant room, and the Champagne was exquisite. We ordered our salads and Vincenzo scurried off to retrieve them. Charles took command of the conversation, explaining that he was an engineer for a start-up that had done very well. He retired to Monaco and spent most of his time traveling the world and meeting people from all parts of the world. 

I noticed that one of Charles’ hand was under the table and Sharon jerked suddenly, but tried to act nonchalant. I caught her reaction and assumed that her knee was getting a massage. I thought, two can play at this game, so I lowered one of my hands under the table to massage the knee on my side. Sharon realized that I knew what was going on, but kept the conversation going as if nothing was happening. Soon, I witnessed Sharon’s eyes getting really big, and a little gasp escaped her lips. Charles had found his way up her leg and discovered there were no panties to impede his advances. 

With a shaky voice, Sharon worried that Vincenzo would be back soon with the salads. Charles smiled and assured her that the room was private and waiters were instructed to accommodate the patrons’ every need. I sensed that Charles’ fingers had found her shaved pussy and were gliding up and down her slit. Sharon’s eyes looked to me for direction. My smile let her know that I was fine with her getting felt up by another man. My hand left her knee and grabbed her hand and directed it under the table to my hard cock, pulsing under the table. She quickly unzipped my pants and reached under my shorts to grab my stiffy, flicking her finger over the end and slowly pumping it. 

Vincenzo appeared just then with a tray of salads. Sharon had her eyes closed and was enjoying the finger up her pussy.  After setting the salads down, he asked Charles if everyone was ready to order the main course, With a sly smile, Charles announced we would all like something juicy and good to eat. Vincenzo, unsure what he meant, grabbed the menu and pointed to the lamb and asked if that was sufficiently moist. Charles grinned, looked at Sharon, and said it most certainly was! Again, Vincenzo smiled and gathered the menus. He dropped one on the floor and quickly bent over to retrieve it, taking a quick glance under the table and felt cheated because he saw what was going on, but only could get a glimpse of a hand pumping up and down on my pecker. He straightened up abruptly and exited the room in a hurry. 

Sharon, in the meantime, had her other hand under the table and was pumping away on Charles’ huge cock. She had kept her eyes closed the whole time the waiter was in the room, enjoying the fingers probing her pussy and a finger rubbing her engorged clit. She slid further and further down her chair until I was afraid she would fall out. Her moaning was getting louder, and she was biting her lower lip in a failing attempt to stifle any noise coming out of her mouth. I knew she was close to climaxing from prior experience and from the increased pace of her jacking me off. Her body won, and she came with a wail that I had never heard out of her! It went on and on until her body went slack and her pumping on our cocks ceased. Her eyes opened and refocused on each of us with a look of contentment on her face. “I don’t think I’m interested in the salad anymore!” she gasped. 

Charles smiled and removed his hand from under the table and licked his fingers. “Well, I think it is delicious!” 

Sharon looked like she wanted to do something, but was unsure of herself. She looked at me and remarked, “I think I dropped my napkin under the table. I’ll just retrieve that now.”  

With that, she slipped under the table and it was Charles’ turn to display the wide eyes. I peeked under the tablecloth and saw her head bobbing up and down on Charles’ cock, slobber forming around her mouth.  I tormented Charles by keeping him in conversation while Sharon was giving him a blow job under the table. He was a good sport, doing his best to respond between groans. Once again, I felt a hand on my smaller but equally stiff pecker as the wife started to pump me again. I could hear slurping from under the table and figured that Charles would be close to squirting his cum into Sharon’s throat. Much to my surprise, Sharon shifted her mouth to my hard cock and started in on me. Charles drained his glass of champagne and poured another. 

Sharon has always been able to give a great blow job and this was no exception. It was heightened by the fact we were in a public place and the waiter was sure to return shortly with our main course. As if on cue, Vincenzo returned with a tray of dishes. He looked confused to find only the two gentlemen sitting at the table and asked if he should take the lamb back until the lady returned. Charles and I lifted the tablecloth simultaneously to reveal a head bobbing up and down on my cock. Charles suggested that he serve the lamb and return shortly. Not taking his eyes off the spectacle before him, Vincenzo mumbled something and served the lamb. He tried explaining the food on the plate, but couldn’t focus and finally just stopped trying. With one more long glance under the table, and shifting the growing bulge in his own pants, Vincenzo slowly exited the room backwards so as to keep his eyes on the head bobbing away under the table. 

Charles and I both broke into a fit of laughter, causing the wife to stop sucking and climb out from underneath the table.  “What rotten timing!” she muttered. Charles and I agreed, knowing there was more fun to be had later. We dined on our delicious lamb while letting our libidos shrink for the time being.  

Charles noticed that Sharon’s dress was an evening gown that had short sleeves that could be worn off the shoulder. He petitioned Sharon to lower the sleeves to reveal a little more cleavage. Sharon was quick to oblige and pulled the sleeves down so far that the front of her dress barely covered her stiff nipples and showed the top half of her areolas. It pleased us both – and maybe Sharon, too! 

“You have the most exquisite breasts I’ve ever seen, my dear!” said Charles. “I do hope I’ll get to see them again.” 

Sharon paused while chewing on a small mouthful of lamb as if considering the notion, then, calmly pulled the dress down to her waist. “How’s that?” she mused. 

An involuntary licking of the lips from Charles told her it was just to his liking. 

“Would you like to lick them, Charles?” she asked. 

Charles didn’t respond verbally, just bent over and buried his face in her breast. Seeing another one open, I decided I wasn’t going to get left out of this party, and buried my face on her other tit. Of course, Vincenzo took this time to reenter the room to ask if the meal was sufficient. His eyes bulged out of his head at the site before him. Charles lifted his head and told Vincenzo that he had dropped a fork under the table and would like him to retrieve it. Although Vincenzo was a little slow on the uptake, he eventually got the hint and ducked under the table.  Sharon’s hands were pressing our heads into her breasts as our tongues flicked the end of her nipples. I noticed a yelp once in a while and assumed Charles was nipping with his teeth a little, which she seemed to enjoy. 

Vincenzo surprised everyone when his mouth closed around Charles's cock and one hand grabbed mine! Charles gave me a wink and went back to licking on Sharon’s tit. Sharon was expecting some action under the table and was amazed when nothing happened until she reached underneath and felt Vincenzo’s mouth wrapped around Charles’ huge cock. Sharon yelled, “I need a tongue in my pussy now!”  

I took the hint and slipped under the table next to Vincenzo and dived into my wife’s still juicy pussy. “Oh, God! Yes! Lick that pussy, Honey! And keep biting my nipples, they’re so sensitive! Charles obliged as did I as we went to work on Sharon.  

Vincenzo must have been a superior cocksucker because Charles soon erupted and filled his mouth with hot cum. Vincenzo swallowed vigorously and took it all. Hearing Charles release, Sharon felt the rumblings of another climax hitting her. Her screams weren’t as loud as her first one, but it was intense. Nevertheless, Vincenzo and I climbed out from under the table, satisfied that we’d held up our end very well.  

Vincenzo asked if anyone wanted dessert. I think we just finished it! Charles handed him his credit card and stated, “ We’ll be having dessert at my stateroom. Thanks for the service, young man!” 

Sharon and I looked at each other and smiled as we looked forward to see what was on the menu there.