Monday Morning Hotwife Part 6

And now, dining at its finest and naughtiest

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Any references to any person living or deceased or any real location is purely coincidental and a work of the author’s imagination.

Clydestone’s sourced the freshest produce and meat from local growers and brought in seafood from suppliers in its approved network. A meal was a work of art, just like the landscaped grounds with a stream running from the meadow behind the restaurant and past the tree-linked walkways where Mitchell held Crystal’s hand.

Servers had visited them during their stroll with trays of veggie wrap hors d’oeuvres and fruit skewers.

“Surprising, are we having dinner out here?” asked Crystal.

“I want to make sure your blood sugar doesn’t drop.” He winked, taking a fruit skewer and offering it to Crystal before dismissing the server.

Exciting little twists and turns, thought Crystal.

She wore a dress that Mitchell and Jonathan had ordered, one that offered a seductive mystery and stirred lust as Mitchell had said. The material was sheer enough to reveal a shadow of her bra and thong panties.

Mitchell was taking his time before heading to their table. “Have you always trusted me?”

“I feel I’m a decent judge of character, so, yes, I’d say I’ve trusted you from early on.”

He ran a hand along her back and she touched him, dropping her palm to his ass.

Crystal continued. “The question has been if you trusted me.”

“Why do you say that?” Mitchell kissed her on the forehead.

“You could have had me on my back with my legs spread from almost day one.”

“You’re right that I chose not to.” He slipped behind her, pressing his hips against her ass and wrapping his arms around her tummy and moving them high to touch her breasts before moving lower again.

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to be part of a couple’s flaming fantasy and have it explode like dynamite with nothing left to build on.”

“Intriguing. You’ve thought this through.” Crystal was catching her breath, feeling his cock pressing into her bottom and catching the pulsing in her clit.

“Of course, I have.”

She had no idea what he was planning and begging him to fuck her wasn’t going to do any good. Yet, arousal was seeping into her consciousness and clouding her rational thinking. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t going to hurt him like the woman in Chicago, but she didn’t want him to know that she and Jonathan had looked him up and discovered the incident.

Instead, Crystal asked. “You want me, though, correct?”

“Of course, I do.” Mitchell responded by moving his hands and lightly pinching her nipples. Crystal closed her eyes and groaned as Mitchell whispered. “It’s time for dinner. I’m quite hungry.” He gently nibbled on her earlobe and caressed her ass.

Yes, definitely time to eat, thought Crystal.