Lately divorced and owning a 'cheaters' restaurant in Los Angeles, I must tell you about an event very scintillating of my living. Salomon, a married entertainer, had been a regular in my restaurant. He and his wife Catherine were charming same well as outgoing. A lot of the times they were here for drinks, dinner and dancing, they brought other interesting people. I might feel the sexual energy they generated and thus began my fascination.

Salomon would often visit for lunch or a pre-prandial cocktail, typically flirting with me. After a while I noticed I was attracted to his wit, humor and intelligence. Frequently our conversations would be loaded with double entendres and I found myself wondering can be even fantasizing about making enjoy with him. He would tease me about my French accent and how men would love being with a French courtesan.

"Salomon," I answered, "I wouldn't know how."

He pronounced he would teach me.

"Sure," I pronounced.

We sealed the bargain with a hug and I asked when the lessons would begin.

With a twinkle in his eye he pronounced, "Soon."

A few weeks went by and I hadn't seen Salomon. It was on a Saturday evening when he named and made late dinner reservations for a threesome in one of the horseshoe booths. He reminded me of the lessons. I began to get little chills and my pussy contracted in a mini-come.

About 11 he, Catherine and one more man arrived. I was introduced to Brian who owned a local theater. Catherine wore a black cocktail dress that swirled when she walked, with inch wide shoulder straps fastened by buttons on the dress. She was happy, smiling and charged when she gave me a hug and ran her hands down my body. She backed away and I saw for the 1-st time a collar around her neck like worn by submissives. I shuddered and felt myself getting wet.

They sat with Catherine in between the two men. Every, in turn, gave her a very erotic soul kiss. I watched. Catherine stood up with Brian and went to the dance floor. There only were two other tables occupied at the time. They danced. It was not sensuous. It was wanton and sexual. Brian spun Catherine. Her dress swirled up above her lace-topped thigh highs to her black, panty covered vagina.

While they were dancing, Salomon came over to me and suggested I send a bottle of champagne with four glasses to the table. As we watched the dancers, he put his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. My heart pounded. He did something he had never done before. He kissed me, sucked my tongue into his mouth and caressed me. I was breathing hot into his mouth. He reached into his pocket and pulled a collar out and fastened it to my neck saying,

"Lessons begin."

I wore a coatdress with a single button at the waist with pins at the cleavage and at the knee to hold the garment in a shy position. Salomon reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of black thigh highs.

"Go into your office, take your dress, bra and pantyhose off and put on these thigh highs and your dress without the pins and return. Put two fingers in your pussy and return with the juice on your fingers. I want to taste your essence."

I stood naked in my office, save for the thigh highs and heels while I tasted my own scented flavor. I was that wet. I slipped on the dress and walked out shivering with expectation. Dress opened with my every step showing off the lace tops of my hose. I came to Salomon. He took my hand smelled it, tasted it and savored it. I melted. He dropped a pen. I was told to pick it up. I bent down holding the dress top so that my tiny, pouty boobs wouldn't be exposed. He pronounced, "Take your hand away." I did. Top opened. He saw my teats as they hardened. I stood up and returned his pen.

We walked back to the table. Catherine and Brian were in a sensual embrace. His hand was under her skirt. She and I was wearing identical collars. Salomon poured the champagne. Bubbles along with the excitement made me a little light-set off. Salomon extended his distibute to Catherine who slid and stood up. Catherine, the strawberry fair, me the taller redhead. We looked at each other. Salomon pronounced, "M, take Catherine with you and bring her back without her pants." I had never done anything like that.

We went to my office. I did not know where or how to begin. Catherine raised her skirt. I knelt down and put my hands to the waistband of her pants. I might smell her sex. I eased them off. As she raised her foot I might see her pussy lips glisten when they opened. She pronounced, "Touch me."

I brought my fingers to her pussy. She pulled my head forward and pushed my face to her honey pot. I inhaled. I tasted with my tongue. Catherine hissed thru her teeth and ground my face into her sex. She went still. I stopped. This was the 1-st time I had been with one more lady since my university days. She pulled me to her. We kissed on the mouth. She tasted her own juice from my lips. My heart was pounding. Which else was to come?

We walked back to the table. Both gentlemen rose to let her slide in to be between them. Only other party was leaving. Only remaining were the four of us, a waiter and the three-piece band. Salomon whispered something to Catherine as she was entering the booth. He stood so close to me that I felt his warmth, his heat. Catherine lifted her skirt and slid into the booth, sitting on her bareness, the pussy I had just tasted.

Salomon and Brian slid in on either side of Catherine. I placed her pants on the table. I excused myself to bring more champagne. I returned. Catherine was flushed. She was on the throes of an come. She had each of her legs over that of her companions. Her skirt was to her waist. There were two hands manipulating her pussy. She was turned toward Salomon who was passionately kissing her. Brian was sucking on her teat of her exposed boob. I was that hot. My pussy juices were flowing from being a voyeur when I so desired to be a participant. Salomon broke off his kiss and looked toward me. His lips glistening. I bent forward to kiss him and my top opened so all might see my boobs. Salomon reached in and tweaked my teat. Electricity made me bring back. Catherine tried to stifle her climactic moan. It was then I saw she had Brian's dick out and was jerking it up and down trying to get him to come. He removed her hand. Catherine sat back one boob hanging out of her dress.

Salomon told me to assist Catherine. I did. I reached over, felt her boob, pulled the bodice up and buttoned the strap. My head was spinning.

Band, which is named out that it was the 'last dance'. I desired Salomon to dance with me, to hold me, to caress me on the dance floor. not to be.

Threesome arose from their place and went onto the dance floor. Salomon gave the band some instructions. He watched as Brian twirled Catherine, her dress rising above her naked pussy. I might see, as might the band. She did a 'death-drop' opening her lips for us to see. I never thought Catherine to be an exhibitionist. Tempo of the music changed. Lights lowered.

Salomon pronounced to me, "Unzip my panties and take my dick out." I did. I had never before touched his hardness. From now on I felt it pulsing in my hand. He pulled away from me and went to Catherine who was dancing with her arms around Brian. Grinding her pussy into his dick. Salomon came behind her and raised her skirt over her waist, letting his dick lay between her ass-cheeks. As Salomon lifted her skirt to her waist she reached down and pulled Brian's dick from his panties. Catherine tried to get a hardened dick into her pulsating pussy. She danced and moaned. Music ground to a stop.

I heard her hiss, "Fuck me, fuck me you bastards. I want dick now from both of you."

She held them both by their cocks. She took turns kissing them and sucking their tongues. Brian and Salomon gently pushed her to her knees and fed her their cocks, 1-st one then the other. Then she had them both in her mouth. Babe highlight shown down on the threesome. I was so hot from watching this that I slipped my hand inside my dress and fingered my pussy, bringing my fingers out and tasting them.

They eased her flushed face away from their throbbing members and assisted her to her feet. Salomon whispered instructions to Brian as both men placed their cocks behind closed zippers.

Brian and Catherine walked out. Salomon came over to me and after paying the tab pulled me to him as he kissed me and felt my body. I desired to instantly surrender and have his hard dick thrust into me.

"Have your waiter close up. You're joining us."

I started to protest. He reached for my collar reminding me of our bargain. I stood there. Clad in heels, thigh highs and my coatdress. I grabbed one more bottle of champagne. He smiled and pronounced, "Good girl, you're already learning."

We walked outside. It was a very balmy night with scented, muggy winds blowing from the ocean. As we walked a black stretch limousine glided up to us. . lond female driver appeared nearly instantly. Before she opened the door, Salomon turned me to him, undid the single button on my dress and spread the lapels wide. I was absolutely exposed. Driver, standing behind me, plucked my garment from my shoulders. I started to put my arms over my boobs. Salomon took my hands in his and pushed me back so he might see my nakedness.

Driver opened the door. Thru the dim light I saw Catherine on her knees, sucking Brian's dick as he lay back with a smile on his face. Which a fellatrix, that Catherine.

I entered the car rapidly as I desired Salomon to enter my wet, wanting pussy. We sat down and he started kissing me, fondling and squeezing my boobs. I reached out, unzipped his fly to release his engorged dick. I desired to taste it, have it in my mouth and feel the ooze of his pre-come. My spread legs touched Catherine, she moaned as best she might with Brian's dick filling her mouth. Salomon took my hand from his swollen dick and placed it on Catherine's pussy. I stroked it. She moaned louder. She lifted her mouth and I looked into her glazed eyes. She beckoned me. I received on my knees next to her and we shared Brian's dick. Between taking turns sucking it we soul kissed each other. Brian started to moan. We stopped sucking. Catherine stood up. Her dress, wrapped about her waist, fell to the ground. She turned her back to Brian. I held his dick while she let it slide into her. I licked his balls, his shaft and her pussy savoring the juices.

I felt my ass-cheeks spread and then with one thrust, Salomon placed his dick in me. I felt his scrotum swing against me with each thrust. With each thrust my face was pushed into the joined dick and pussy. I kept climaxing. I desired it to go on forever. Never to stop. Salomon was fucking me while his buddie Brian was fucking Salomon's wife Catherine.

Brian thrust hard into Catherine. I saw the pearlescent come ooze from her pussy. I reached up and grabbed Brian's dick greedily sucking it into my mouth so I might taste him. I desired so much to have Salomon burst his come so I might be wet from both ends. My prayers were replied. There I was impaled by two cocks both spurting their hot juices into me at the same time.

Catherine swung her leg over my head and with come dripping from her pussy went behind me and starting sucking Salomon's member while inserting her fingers in my pussy. Salomon pushed her head to my pussy and she started licking his come from me. One more come convulsed me.

She and I received up. Hugged and kissed each other with come taste on our lips and in our mouths. We lay down together in a sixty-nine position. We climaxed again. Then we put our legs around each other rubbing our cunts together. My senses were reeling.

Salomon opened the champagne I brought. He poured some onto and into each of our cunts. I had never felt a sensation like that before. He and Brian took turns lapping it out from each of us. We devoured each other's lips and mouths while they lapped at our cunts.

Sated, we lay back while our driver took us to Salomon's home.