The latest episode from The Dinner Dates series.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1b9jxjf/the_dinner_dates_part_1_introduction/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/1b9k9iz/the_dinner_dates_date_night_saved_mf/

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Phil looked at his wife across the table. Fatima’s brown eyes twinkled in the dim light of the restaurant as she brushed her black hair back. Her purple sequin blouse was low-cut, leaving much of her ample bosom on display.

Phil felt comfortable, and happy. The merlot he occasionally sipped on was excellent, his wife looked beautiful, it was a nice evening. One he was confident would get even nicer.

Fatima sipped at a glass of wine and smiled at her husband.

“It’s so much more relaxing without the kids,” she said, “is that terrible?”

“Not at all honey,” Phil chuckled, “I bet they’re having a great time with Rashid and Zeynab. Have you heard from them.”

“Not since Mum texted about dinner. You’re right though, they’re probably having a great night with the grandparents. Hopefully so are the grandparents.”

“They are hon,” said Phil.

“I know, I’m just… not used to leaving them for the night I guess,” she said, hesitantly.

“I understand honey. But they’re going to have a great night, and so are we,” he said, raising his eyebrow at the last part.

“I still feel like it’s weird… that… I guess Mum and Dad are taking care of our kids so we can…” she trailed off.

“Haha honey, they’re taking care of our kids, I think they already know we have sex. Besides, I’m pretty sure if I told your mum I was going to take you to a hotel and put a baby in you, she’d make the booking for us.”

“I know I know, she would too,” Fatima laughed, her olive breasts jiggled a little as she did. She pulled her top up a little.

“Don’t cover em up on my account honey, that shirt looks so hot on you.”

Fatima smiled.

“You don’t look so bad yourself mister. Also, two and done, Mum’s not getting more grandkids.”

“Haha, I know, but Zeynab doesn’t need to know that,” he said with a smile.

The waiter arrived with dinner. The steaming bowl of pasta he put down in front of Fatima made her eyes bug out.

“Oh my God, it’s so much!”

“Haha you can put the leftovers in the hotel fridge.”

“Oh yeah, so Phil, tell me about the hotel,” said Fatima. After their last date night, they’d decided two things; that they wanted babysitting, and they wanted to get a room after. Their lovemaking after their last date, had rekindled something, and they were loving it.

“Oh yeah, so I got a suite at the County Inn on Main. I think it might be the honeymoon sweet actually, so we may have to pretend we’re newlyweds.”

“Oh my, well, hopefully they don’t require proof then, it’s been a while,” said Fatima somberly, with a smile creeping across her face. Phil smiled; he loved his wife’s sense of humor, her weirdly serious sarcasm that could fool nearly anyone.

“Indeed,” he responded, equally somberly. “Besides that, oh and the fridge, it’s got a King-sized bed… It’s two floors, so upstairs is the bed, downstairs is the kitchen and living room.”

“Sounds fancy.”

“Oh and we have late checkout, so we don’t need to get up till late.”

“Are we sleeping in now? I haven’t done THAT in years, sounds hot,” Fatima said, smiling. “Try some pasta?”

“Love to,” he said, reaching over to take the offered forkful. It was delicious, the basil pesto was garlicy and creamy. He then looked down to see some had made it to his shirt.

“Shit,” he muttered, grabbing a napkin, “just washed this shirt.” It was light grey, and the oily stain would never leave if he didn’t get it off right away. He got it cleaned up, and then delicately placed a napkin on his lap to cover his dark grey pants.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have them off in no time sweety,” said Fatima with a wry grin.

“Who are you and what have you done with my wife,” chuckled Phil. He didn’t remember the last time in their marriage that his wife was so persistently sexual. It excited him.

“Ohhh she’s around. You’ll find her.”

“Enjoying your meals everyone? Glass of wine sir, ma’am,” asked the waiter.

“Love one, thanks, it’s great,” said Phil, “this shaved beef is amazing.”

“It’s our chef’s specialty. I’ll be right back with the wine.”

Phil felt so relaxed, sipping the last of his wine, knowing the kids were taken care of for the night.

“How was work hun, I forgot to ask,” inquired Fatima.

“Oh… Fine, same ol’ really. It was Friday so it was pretty chill, you know government. Nobody really wanted to work.”

“You included?”

“Yeah, I had this date with a pretty girl, so I got out of there by three.”

“Ooooh sounds exciting,” laughed Fatima, “who is she?” Phil reached over and held her hand.

“Oh just this nice chick I know, couple kids, total MILF.”

“Oh my god,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.

The waiter came back with the wine and refilled their glasses. Phil looked around the restaurant. No big group of jerks cursing and making noise this time. Fatima looked radiant. She wasn’t one for lots of makeup, but what she’d put on made her look glamourous. The sequin top she wore twinkled. The mid-length skirt she was wearing, hidden under the table, accentuated the curves of her butt.

She was as beautiful as the day he married her.

They finished the last of their meals and the waiter took the plates. They both decided not to order dissert. They sat in comfortable silence, Fatma’s hand in Phil’s. They were at the point in their relationship when silence wasn’t uncomfortable to them anymore. In fact, they saw it as a sign of comfort.

They paid the bills, and Fatima excused herself to wash up before they left. Phil watched her bum wiggle pleasantly in her dark skirt as she walked. Her long black hair flowed down her back.

The waiter arrived with the cheque. As he paid it, Phil realized how excited he was. It didn’t feel like the last date night; that had a different motivation, one of ‘let’s relax and enjoy Friday evening’ but tonight, it was ‘let’s enjoy each other.’

“Enjoy your evening sir,” said the waiter, departing.

“We will, thanks,” he said with a smile. He felt funny, this anticipation inside him was different. He didn’t take their sex life for granted, but it seemed after two kids and years of marriage to be, well, part of the scenery of life and relationship. Not a focal point like this evening. He didn’t recall a time recently he was so confident he was going to get laid so far in advance.

"Ready to go honey,” asked Fatima, snapping him out of his reflections. He smiled. Standing, he took his wife in his arms and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. He didn’t care people were all around, in fact he liked them to see that he loved her and wanted her.

And he did want her, badly.

Fatima put on her sweater and grabbed her purse, and they walked out of the restaurant, thanking the hostess on the way out.

“And here we are,” Phil said grandly, indicating towards the hotel one block from the restaurant.

“How convenient,” laughed Fatima, wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked. Phil felt her body press up against his, warm and eager. When he looked over, she gave him a kiss. Fatima wasn’t one for public displays of affection, so that she was doing so excited and intrigued Phil.

He found himself reflecting on the strangeness of excitement. He’d seen Fatima naked in literally every context imaginable for a couple, from sex, birth of their kids, to her shower this morning. Yet right now, he felt his hand tremble with excitement at the thought of pulling this cute top off her and exposing her soft brown titties.  

Phil had checked into the hotel on the way home from work earlier and their stuff was already in the room. As the rode the elevator, he held his wife by her hips and kissed her passionately while they awaited the sixth floor.

“Welcome to the honeymoon suite my love,” he said as they arrived, grandiosely, opening the door of the room for her.

The room was shiny and modern. The kitchenette had granite countertops with flecks of mica that twinkled in the half light of evening. A couch and TV sat next to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The city sprawled below them and twinkled in the night.

“Honey this is beautiful,” said Fatima, admiring the view. Phil got out some glasses and a bottle of prosecco he had put in the fridge when he checked in. “Oh my you are pulling out all the stops,” she said as he poured their drinks.

“Anything for my newlywed wife,” he said with a smile, passing her a glass. They clinked them together and sipped.

They explored the rest of the suite. Up the stairs was the bed and another bathroom. They sat together on the end of the bed, looking out to drink in the sights of the city. The faint sounds of car horns drifted in.

“This place is gorgeous honey,” beamed Fatima, “you’ve outdone yourself.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, planting a quick kiss on her lips. She tasted of prosecco. He smelled her light perfume. He leaned closer and kissed her delicately on her neck, breathing her in.

His hand on the back of her neck held her, and he leaned in and kissed her deeply, pulling her close, feeling her body pressed against his, her arms around him. His hands slid to her waist. He felt the warmth of her skin when his fingers slid under her shirt.

Phil switched on the TV and started casting his music app to it, taking a sip of his prosecco. The tart bubbly, the soft melodies of Blue Rodeo, all with the company of his wife, he was comfortable and happy.

“Were you thinking about the kids,” Fatima asked after a time.

“No, just that it’s nice here. Relaxing, was a busy week. Work and..”

“You were busy alright hun,” Fatima said, rubbing his shoulder a little, “we’ve been so busy lately, I’m really glad we made this booking.” Fatima was smiling warmly at Phil, her hand on his back.

He leaned over and kissed her and she reciprocated, their bodies pressed against each other as tongues swirled. When they separated Fatima grabbed her glass and polished off the last of the bubbly in it.

“Fill me up,” she asked, glass in hand.

“I will. Plus I’ll refill your glass,” Phil said, making Fatima giggle. He walked over to the kitchenette and poured the glasses. Fatima was smiling when he returned, in a way he knew well.

He sat down, and when he passed her the glass, she took a big sip, then placed it down on the coffee table. She reached behind her, undoing the purple tie-up on the back of her shirt. Then she pulled it over her head, leaving her in just a black lacy bra.

“Like this? I got it for you, and it has a matching bottom…”

“Let me see it,” croaked Phil, feeling the blood rush to his member.

She rose, and undoing the buttons on her skirt, and letting it fall to her feet. She was wearing a matching lacy black thong. She walked slowly over to him, swinging her hips seductively.

“Do you like it honey,” she purred. The bra made her cleavage look amazing. She pushed his face between her soft brown tits.

“Mhmm,” he said, kissing the soft flesh of her breasts, pressing his face between them.

Fatima reached behind her and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor between them. She pressed her tits, round and soft into his face. He licked and sucked her brown nipple, feeling it stiffen to his attentions. Fatima sighed with pleasure.

She sat back on the couch and reclined, rubbing her tits. Then she grabbed the glass from the coffee table and gently poured a little of the bubbly prosecco onto her tits. Phil leaned over her, watching it run down her body. He licked up the prosecco running down to her belly, then following the path of the trickle, up to her breasts.

He sucked eagerly on her nipples, enjoying the sweetness on them. He looked up to her, and she poured a little more on for him, which he lapped up eagerly, making Fatima sigh happily.

Phil stood, allowing Fatima to fully recline on the couch. He hooked his fingers under her thong and pulled it down and off his wife. As he tossed it aside, he felt the dampness on it.

Fatima’s pussy glistened with wetness. She had shaved, leaving just a strip of hair above her pussy.

“Like it,” she asked seductively.

“So sexy,” he said, spreading her legs with his hand on her inner thigh. She picked up her glass, and gently poured a couple drops of the bubbly wine on herself. “Mmm it’s tingly.”

Phil slid himself between her legs. He started at the bead of prosecco running down her labia, licking up the sweetness of the wine and his wife. She moaned loudly when his tongue found her clit.

The flavours of pussy and prosecco met and melded on Phil’s tongue, and he felt his cock harden in his pants. He penetrated her with his tongue, enjoying the sound of her loud moans. Then he returned to her clit, licking gently with the tip of his tongue.

“You’re so FUCKING good baby,” Fatima moaned, pouring more prosecco on herself for him to greedily lap up. Her hand ran through his hair.

He quickened the pace, licking lightly, but fast on Fatima’s most sensitive place. He brought up his index and middle fingers and slowly slid them inside her without stopping the licks.

“Oh my god I’m going to cum baby,” she moaned, bucking her hips against the fingers in her. He found her g-spot and she moaned loudly.

Fuck, oh fuck baby yeah,” she wailed, tipping her head back into the couch and screaming in ecstasy, her pussy clamping onto Phil’s fingers. Without anyone potentially listening in, she screamed uninhibited, like she did when they’d first started dating.

Her warm juices flowed down Phil’s lips. He lifted himself up from her, withdrew his two wet fingers, and licked them clean while she watched him. He always loved tasting her, and licking his pussy-soaked fingers made his cock throb in his pants.

Fatima knew this, and she sat up to start working on his belt. She undid the pant fly he was wearing with haste, need, and her warm hand was soon in his pants, stroking his hard manhood.

She pulled his pants and underwear down, letting him step out of them. Standing over her, his cock, slick with pre-cum, was at her head level. She took it in her mouth and sucked it eagerly, making Phil groan with pleasure.

He watched his wife as she bobbed and sucked on his cock, making sexy slurping sounds as she did. She took him out of her mouth for a moment, looking up at him, a string of pre-cum from her lip to the head of his cock.

She took the glass of prosecco, and poured a small amount down his length, making him wince when the cold bubbles touched him. Then she engulfed his entire length, holding herself on him until, gagging, she withdrew.

“You taste so good baby,” she moaned to him, his cock on her lips. As she took him back into her mouth, she started to finger herself.

“I love, (slurp), your hot cock, (slurp), in my throat baby,” she moaned, alternating between sucking and dirty talk. She pushed her fingers inside her pussy and moaned around his cock.

“I’m so close baby,” he groaned, trying to warn her. He could feel the orgasm rising.

“Mhmmm,” she hummed, her lips around his cock. She sped up, looking up into his face, his cock sliding on lips, her tongue teasing the tip.

“Oh fuck, oh fuuuuck,” he groaned, feeling himself start to throb with pleasure, “aaah fuck!”

He felt himself shoot two long spurts of cum shot into Fatima’s mouth, grunting with pleasure. She pulled his cock out of her mouth with her hand and started jerking his messy cock on her face. Cum shot across her cheeks and ran down her chin.

He groaned and tipped his head back when she reinserted him, taking the last pulses of cum, swirling his cock in her mouth as he gasped. His knees became weak. She popped his cock out and opened her mouth to show him the mess he made. Cum dribbled down her chin and corners of her mouth. Her mouth was full of his load, and she swallowed it for him, looking right into his eyes as she did.

“You made quite the mess lover.” Fatima giggled happily with Phil’s cum running down her cheeks. She licked her lips, and stood to go to get cleaned up.  

Phil sat, gasping, as Fatima knocked back the last of her prosecco and headed to the bathroom. Phil watched her round ass sway delightfully as she walked.

She returned to the room and refilled their glasses with the rest of the prosecco. She gave him a kiss, and he smelled his load on her breath, but he didn’t mind; he couldn’t remember the last time Fatima had swallowed his cum, and he loved that she did.

“You sucked the life outta me hon,” he said.

“You did a pretty good job too ya know… Cheers,” she said with a smile, clinking glasses with him. The two sat naked on the couch, Phil’s hand on Fatima’s bare leg.

He put his arm around her, and they sat in silent comfort together, her body pressed up against his, her head nestled into his shoulder. The hotel room was warm enough that neither of them felt cold in their nakedness.

Phil felt his entire body relax. Maybe it was the earth-shattering orgasm he’d just had, or maybe it was the comfort he felt with his lover by his side, but either way, he felt calm, and happy. Fatima wrapped a hand around his waist, and he felt the warm glow of her body pressed against his.

Phil reached down and gentle fondled Fatima’s breasts, making her giggle. He kneaded her soft brown flesh, and gently rubbed her dark nipple in his palm. She pulled herself closer to him, squeezing him tight.

“You really like them today eh,” she said to him with a smile.

“Just today? No, everyday, but yeah. Your top made them look so good.”

“What’s so good about them?

“Well the cleavage situation you had was hot as balls for starters.”

Fatima giggled, and Phil watched her tits jiggle as she did.

“Then there are these nice lil’ nips you have here,” he said, rubbing her hard nipple in his palm.

“Mhmm,” she said, her hand on his thigh.

“Shit, half of the time we were at dinner I wanted to suck on them.”

“I was thinking about sucking something at dinner too,” she said, looking up at him.

“You’re magical. Mind control skills or something, goddamn.”

“You liked that eh?”

“You sucking my cock… yeah I thought that was pretty OK,” he said with a laugh. He felt his cock twitch a little and wondered if round two was close. He didn’t recall the last time they’d gone two rounds of sex. He felt the lust building up inside him.

“Eating my pussy was pretty OK too,” she said, smiling.

“I love eating you out.”

“What do you love the most about it?”

“Well,” he said, turning to face his wife, “firstly, you taste so good. It makes me so horny when I get in between your legs and taste you, knowing you’re wet and excited for me.”

“Mhmm,” she said slowly, her legs slowly opening.

“Then, I love it when you start to moan when I lick you. Knowing that what I’m doing is giving you pleasure makes me hard,” he said, feeling his cock twitch again.

Fatima laid back on the couch, her legs open. Her hand on the patch of pubic hair above her pussy. In the dim light of the hotel room, Phil could see her shine with wetness.

“Then I like to slide my tongue inside you, feel you and taste you, and tongue fuck you.”

Fatima sighed with pleasure as finger started rubbing slowly around her clit.

“The best is making you cum. I love it when you buck your pussy against my face and lose control of yourself. When you grind on my face.”

Her hips started to gyrate a little. Her middle finger drifted lower, and she slid it into her wet slit. Phil watched her finger slide inside, and then come out wet with her juices.

“I love it when you gush on my face. When you flood my mouth with your pussy juices and soak my face.”

Fatima moaned softly. Her ring finger, wet with her cum, slowly circled her puckered asshole.

“What do you like most about sucking cock babe,” Phil asked in a gravelly voice, feeling himself get aroused. He was already back at half-mast.

“Mmmm, I love feeling your hot cock in my mouth, mmmmm. Feeling you push it into my throat. Your groans of, mmmh, pleasure, when I suck you…” she purred. Her index and middle finger were inside her, her thumb on her clit.

“Then what?”

“T-then… I love it when you grow big and hard in my mouth, mmmm fuuuck, so that I know you’re about to explode. Then when you do, you and and and you cum, mmmm, and fill my mouth. Oh baby it’s so fucking hot, ahhhh!”

Phil felt himself harden and he started to gently stroke himself. His wife getting off while she fantasized about him blowing his load in her mouth made him crazy with lust.

Fatima started to cum. She bucked her hips against her fingers and moaned loudly. Her hips lifted from the couch, and she cried out, her fingers furiously fingering herself.

“Aaa, fuck! Aaaaaah,” she cried out, then collapsed back into the couch. She removed her fingers and Phil took her hand and guided it up to his mouth. He licked her cum off each finger.

“Take me to the bed Phil.”

He led her to the stairs to the upper part of the suite. She walked up them slowly, and Phil watched her ass intently as she did. When they got up to the bed, he gave her ass a healthy smack.

"Know what I read the other day hon,” Fatima asked, turning around and laying seductively on her back. “I read, that almost every married couple eventually does anal, and it got me thinking that it’d been a while…”

Phil’s cock throbbed with anticipation. He watched as she reached for her purse and pulled out a little bottle. She warmed it in her hands a little, then beckoned him over. She poured a little of the slippery liquid into her hand, and then rubbed it onto Phil’s erection, making him tingle with pleasure.

Then she laid back on the bed, her legs wide open, and started to rub the liquid around her little hole, making sure Phil could see everything. Her lubed finger slid slowly into her ass, and she moaned.

“Come here and fuck my ass Phil.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement. He climbed onto the bed between her open legs, his lubed-up cock twitched with anticipation. She took him in her hands and guided him to her ass.

“I want you in my ass,” she purred. Phil rubbed the sensitive head of his cock around her, then he started to push his hardness slowly into her. She took a quivering intake of breath as his cock into her tight hole. He worked slowly, pushing past her ring and into her.

“Ohhhh… fuuuck,” Fatima moaned in a low voice.

“That OK hon,” he asked, “not too much?”

“It’s, aaa, it’s good… ooo that’s what I wanted, mmm.”

Phil started to thrust. His thumb found her clit, and he slowly increased the pace.

“Fuck you’re so tight hon,” he gasped as he thrust into her, watching as his cock disappeared into her ass. He kept up the attention on her clit and her moans increased. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him close.

“Ohhhh fuck babe I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. Phil felt her spasm and grip his cock while she screamed with pleasure while he vibrated his thumb on her clit.

“Hgmmm, fuck,” Phil gasped, his wife’s ass gripping onto his cock. He could feel the orgasm rising. He leaned back a bit, to drink in the sight of his wife cumming on his cock, her pussy wet with her cum while his cock was in ass up to his balls.

“Cum in my asshole baby, aaaah fill meee!”

Phil started to grunt with pleasure. His cock twitched and throbbed, and he started to spirt inside her.

“Yeahyeahyeah baby,” screamed out Fatima.

Phil’s thrusts were animalistic, his grunts loud. He slammed his orgasming cock inside her over and over, filling her with his hot load. Each time he pulled back, he watched his cock slide half out, slick with cum and lube.

He slowed as his orgasm, and hers, subsided. Shuddering, he slowly pulled out of Fatima, watching with satisfaction as a stream of cum dribbled out of her ass after his cock. Both gasping with pleasure collapsed into the bed together.

“That… was… amazing hon,” gasped Phil after a time, looking over at his wife’s heaving breasts. She smiled warmly, afterglow still roiling through her.

“It was…” she said with some relish, “I’m not sure I’m done with you yet either lover.”

“Oof, might need a nap first,” he laughed.