So it begins

I breathed a sigh of relief as we finally stepped into the restaurant, exiting the brisk night air for the warm, homey interior. It was a classy place, but the entryway was still crowded enough that we had to stand close at first. Ino took that opportunity to push me further, carelessly pushing her body against mine every time she leaned in for this or that remark.

We were finally all talking as one group but following the conversation was taking herculean effort. It was almost like listening through a thick wall, trying to focus with that body constantly brushing up against mine.

Even as an acquaintance I knew Ino spent an exhaustive amount of time on her appearance. Personal trainers, yoga, expert makeup, and extensive skincare routines that made her hand quite literally unnaturally soft and perfect as it rubbed against my lower arm!

Thankfully we were all scrunched up enough that our spouses didn't notice. Wait, thankfully? I deep twist of guilt stabbed through my heart at the unconscious admittance that I was enjoying this. That I was drawing physical pleasure from another woman, in however innocent the touch might have sounded. How could I not be a little flustered though! With this woman, with Ino?

She had been called a trophy wife. As a joke mostly, hell it was a joke she made sometimes, mostly as a not-so-subtle boast about her own physical beauty. 'Oh my husband is so smart, and sensitive, and successful, and what do I offer? I'm just a pretty face, just an exceptionally gorgeous woman, just a toy with the body of an angel and the erotic mind of a succubus,'

I cracked a smile at remembering that particular complaint.

This action produced a victorious chuckle from my assailant.

My stomach twisted and I thanked all heaven that I waiter appeared to guide us at that moment.

This had gone far beyond the point where I was justified calling her out, telling others about this wanton and unwanted behavior. The thought of actually doing it though… just suddenly declaring to our little party that Ino was touching me, that she was almost certainly propositioning me, right in front of our spouses no less! Right here in a crowded, classy place like this.

Fuck it'd make the news.

The thought was almost a relief. More than almost, my whole body untensed, deflated. I had a real, genuine excuse to put that conversation off. After dinner, we'd go home, go our separate ways, next time Naruko had enough time and headspace for a serious talk we could go over this whole night. She could decide what to do from there, most important whether to tell Sai, after all, he was her friend.

I should just try to make this a nice date for now, let my wife enjoy herself one of those few occasions she had time to. Our table was big, maybe a meter in diameter with the four chairs evenly spaced, no more excuse for Ino to practically spoon me, no hand on my thigh, no leg brushing against mine, nothing to worry about for the rest of the night!

There was a genuine smile on my face as I pulled out my lovely wife's chair and took a seat beside her. I tried to pay attention to the conversation about old school days and all the mischief that I'd not been present for, growing calmer as Ino excused herself to the powder room.

Our table was in the corner of the restaurant, save a narrow hallway on my left that led to the washroom. It wasn't hard to see Ino wanted me to follow her, she came to a full stop as soon as she was out of view from our spouses, seated at the right side of the table. She gave me a raised brow first, bending over slightly and pushing those massive milky breasts together.

Hooking her fingers under the cloth and preparing to flash me was the break I needed to firmly avert my gaze, twisting my neck right to look at my wife.

Ino couldn't hold a candle to this angel, so what if her tits were a little bigger? If she was a little more wanton in her compliments, I loved Naruko. I just had to ignore that seductress for the rest of the night. Surely she'd give up sooner or later.

It genuinely baffled me when she came back into view. She was on her hands and knees, crawling slowly, body blocked by the table between her and the spouses, and noise drowned by the ambient violin music playing over the speakers.

I almost shouted, I should have shouted, should have asked loudly what the hell she was doing on the floor that would have been perfect!

These brilliant ideas did not surface until well after she'd crawled under the table's fine white cloth cover. Without thought I turned the involuntary cry I let out into a cough. She was undoing my pants, what the fuck did she think she was doing oh I knew what she was fucking doing! She didn't even touch the zipper, just yanked the pants horizontal to make it yank down.

Go to the bathroom, but she'll follow me.

Stand up, but my dick was already out!

It wasn't rock hard yet, but it would be in seconds the way she was planting wet kisses on the shaft, those goddamn soft as sin hands playing with my sack. I don't think it took five seconds. She brushed her nose down against the base of my shaft, I felt her suck in a deep inhale through her nostrils, and then drag her parted lips back up the length.

My mind was overloading, my body frozen stiff, I felt like I was going to explode!

Then she took my tip in her mouth.

Gods did this woman not have teeth? It felt like my cock was everywhere in that moist cavern and it was all so soft. Fuck, when was the last time I had a blowjob? My birthday maybe? What did that matter, who cares! What the hell did she think she was doing I made blatantly clear to her I wasn't interested didn't I! Didn't I?

I stopped walking when she commented on the tent she caused, and I didn't follow her into the bathroom. All the while I was blushing like a damn schoolgirl and I even chuckled while she was squeezing my arm. And I was clearly enjoying this. Without realizing it my left hand had found its way to her hair. Just resting there as she went to town on my swollen member. Dragging me fast towards my release.

It was so warm, so wet. It was the best goddamn blowjob I'd ever had and that somehow made this worse. It would have been easier to yank her head away harshly by the hair if this didn't feel so sinfully good. I couldn't stop visualizing her face, those lips. So full and flawless and dark red and they were on my cock!

"Honey?"

My blood turned to ice at being addressed.

"Are you alright, you're being awfully quiet, and your face is red?" she asked, looking up at me, those deep blue eyes filled with the utmost concern. Ino took that moment to swallow my cock, all the way up the base.

I was so close.

"I'm fine dear," I assured, voice tight as I worked to swallow my cries of pleasure. When she didn't look away or drop the worry on her face, I continued. "Just…. still a little embarrassed," I pulled out of my ass, using my free hand to grip her hand, touching her while another woman touched me in the most intimate possible way.

Naruko snorted.

"Oh come on, you think anyone doesn't know you have sex with your wife?" she asked rhetorically, before leaning over and stage whispering to Sai. "Often and with great enthusiasm," she added smugly.

"Oh god," I took the opportunity to mutter. Ino was stepping up her pace, one hand aggressively working my shaft while her mouth and tongue swirled around the tip like some kind of machine.

Sai actually laughed, a small chuckle, but it was enough to get my wife going. And her laugh made enough noise to cover up my low grunt as Ino finally got the prize she'd been working so hard for.

More cum than I knew I had left exploded out of my cock, and she eagerly swallowed every drop. Her hands slowed down but continued working my shaft. That inhuman mouth stayed put and continued its whirlwind assault with her tongue, scooping up every drop that wasn't launched straight into the back of her throat.

Finally, there was a deafening 'pop' that somehow neither of our spouses heard. She tucked my dick back inside and even zipped me up before backing up and shortly reappearing as she crawled back into the hallway.

This time she actually went to the washroom, pausing only to look over her shoulder, lock eyes with me, and give a risqué wink.