8.

~ "What's gotten into you?" He whispered as another act took the stage. The lights in the restaurant coming up as waiters descended onto the dinning area again. Bringing food and refilling drinks.

"What do you mean?" She asked in an overly innocent voice. Her eyes wide with false denial.

"You know what I mean." Arthur said in a low growl. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as he was finally able to restore his clothing to it's normal state. He had never engaged in such a thing in such a public place. Not that he hadn't fantasized about it before. But to commit the actual act, and with his beloved wife no less. It made his heart race that such a thing had happened.

She turned to him then. Her lovely makeup and hair, accented by the diamonds he had given her, making her glamorous and nothing like the sweet girl he had married.

~ 'My, how easy it is to manipulate him.' She thought as she gave the tormented Point Man her most virtuous smile.

"You not mad, are you?" She said in a voice dripping with a sugary sweetness.

"Ariadne." He breathed as his warm lips were on her bare shoulder. Kissing a trail upwards till they reached her neck and lips.

She was seized with a triumphant victory. She had never really seduced anyone and the whole thing made her feel especially powerful and beautiful. Her sex was electric and she wished that her husband's hands were on her. Abusing her desire like she had abused his need. The fact she didn't have the protective barrier of her panties, or hair, was driving her crazy.
"Let's forget the cake." He whispered as he surfaced for air.

"No." She said sternly. "It's my birthday. I want my cake."

"Ariadne. I want you." He whispered as his hand went to her thigh.

How she wanted him to dip his hand under her dress and caress her. He knew how. His large hands knew how to massage and roam over her heated dampness in a way that would make his claim unnecessary for her release.
"You just had me." She said sweetly as if he were a child wanting candy and she was telling him he had enough for one day.

"Ariadne." Arthur growled menacingly. His face angry and dangerous looking.

"Your cake, Madam." The waiter barged in on them. Presenting her with a magnificent chocolate affair complete with caramel and strawberries.

Ariadne pulled away from the suffering Point Man to gaze with wonder at the cake.

"Oh, this looks wonderful." She sang out.
"We can go ahead and take the check." Arthur snapped at the poor, clueless man. "Maybe a to-go box as well." He added shifting uncomfortably.

"So soon?" She asked looking at his groin. Her question not meaning that they would be leaving the restaurant so soon, but about how quickly the Point Man's lust had rebounded.

"Yes." Arthur said dryly. "So soon."

"Right away, Sir." The waiter said worriedly.

"You need to leave our waiter a nice tip." Ariadne said starting in on the chocolate cake that melted in her mouth. "You've been so mean to him."

"That's not my fault." Arthur said as his wife playfully feed him some of her cake.

"Very good." He said soberly as she kissed away the caramel that had dripped on his chin.

~ He had to admit that the dessert was very good. The seductress slowly savoring each bite. Her colored lips seeming to suck on the red strawberries.
"Ariadne." He said breathlessly as he felt his need jump.

'Again?' He thought irritatedly. He had surely been satisfied by her under the table trick during the singer. How could he be coming back so soon?

He blamed her. This evil seductress and her wicked method of breaking him.
"We need to go home." He said breathing hard. He wanted her. He had never wanted her more. He wanted to ravish this woman who oddly resembled his wife. He wanted to take her to his bed and do things to her he would never dream of doing to the sweet creature who was the mother of his son.

~ Ariadne was trying to enjoy her cake. Trying to not pay attention to the fact her husband's hand was on her thigh. She wished his hand would venture her under her dress and as the lights started to dim she saw her chance.

The opera singer was back, starting a long aria. Arthur saw the seductress give him a needful look from behind her smoky eyes. She was sipping her wine as her hand went over his. Pulling it under her dress.

~ He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. The look on her face was pleading and wanting. He denied her nothing, in all things, and refused to allow her to suffer the way she had made him suffer all evening.

Her bare sex was hot and damp as his fingers reached it. Her legs spreading as they remained fixed and composed to an outsider. Their eyes locked on the singer as Ariadne leaned back and allowed him to stroke her desire.

He was so pleased that she was hairless again. It had been his birthday present the first year that they were dating, and being pregnant and then a mother, had made her forget the waxing. He didn't blame his son for this laps in the of grooming, but he had missed it.

She moaned softly as the singer hit a high note. Her body moving in time with his hand as he made sure to rub and caress her sex bud. Loving how it was his turn to control her.
"You have to be quite." He whispered protectively into her ear. He was loving the fact she looked so tormented and in such blissful agony. The gentleman in him not wanting her to embarrass herself with her own feverish need. Reminding her to keep her moaning down so no one would look over at them.

~ She could only nod as she felt her husband's powerful hands move over her sex. How she loved the way they possessed her like this. Controlling her like a puppet as all she could do was accept it and try not to draw attention to themselves.

What she wanted, was to scream out her pleasure as Arthur's thumb rubbed ruthlessly over her clitoris making her body spasm.

"Arthur." She panted as she lewdly spread her legs wider. Thankful that the table cloth and darkness protect them.
"You are in so much trouble when we get home." He said in a whispered growl. His voice animal like as he pretended all his focus was on the singer.
"I won't make it." She whimpered as her hands wrapped around his arm. She could feel the sinewy of his arms working on her wetness as she felt her climax was coming.
"You have to be quite." He whispered to her. His voice concerned and caring as his hands were forceful and unforgiving.

She was panting as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Looking like she was moved only by the music.
"God, I love you." She said in a small frightened voice.

"I love you to." He panted back at her. "But you have this coming." He said. As though he were giving her a punishment for her bad behavior that evening.

With the casual flick of the wrist, he sent her sex into a jolting quiver that vibrated through her entire her body. She wanted to scream as she forgot to breath. Her grip on his arm tightening hard enough to rip his jacket.

"Quite." He whispered to her as the singer was drawing out her last notes. Perfectly syncing with the Architect's orgasm.

She felt herself coming down from the reckless heights as her husband was kissing her forehead tenderly.

"Are you ready to go home?" He asked as her head cleared. His voice was now the kindness she expected from her husband. The man she loved. The man she bore a child for.

"Yes." She croaked blinking back tears.

"It's alright." He said dabbing the tears away from her eyes. An outsider thinking she was moved by the opera singer alone.

The waiter mercifully brought them their check and the Point Man made sure he and his lady were presentable before making their way out of the restaurant. Leaving a large tip for the poor waiter who was no doubt sure the gentleman was angry at him and not the beautiful woman by his side.

~ His wife looked a little like a new born fawn on unsteady legs as she tried to walk. Her husband looking uncomfortable as he tried get back to the car without anyone noticing his need wanting to be liberated from his tux.

He shook his head as they reached the valet.
'This is going to be a long drive home.' He thought.