Chapter 3: Cuckold Dinner
"Good evening," the hostess greeted them smoothly. She eyed Gene curiously, taking note of his collar and the obvious tension emanating from him.
"Table for three, please," Tom answered smoothly, sliding his arm around Brenda possessively as they awaited their table assignment.
Gene tried not to shift uncomfortably under the weight of their public display of affection, his palms dampening silently against the insides of his jacket pockets.
The hostess led them to a corner booth, and waited for them to slide into the table. Brenda slid in first, with Tom beside her and Gene sat across from the obvious couple.
"You can give the wine list to my husband" Brenda informed the hostess, gesturing towards Gene and making the situation more obvious and humiliating.
Gene sighed inwardly, accepting the wine list with hands that tried to look steady as his heart pounded in his chest. The hostess passed him the leather-bound folder with a slightly amused expression and left them to inform the waitress she had a new and interesting table.
Gene, feeling the color rising in his cheeks, scanned the wine list, looking for something that would balance the spicy dash of humiliation brewing inside of him. A bold cabernet caught his eye, a rich, dark bottle with golden bands that encircled it like a promise.
Brenda looked across the table at him smiling. "How's this for public humiliation honey? This is so fun! Your face is beet red already." She said laughing.
Gene grinned back at the couple across from them. "I have to admit it's intense and has certainly exceeded my expectations, but OMG, this chastity cage is killing me. You guys activity in the car drove me wild."
"I knew that would drive you crazy" Brenda said laughing excitedly. "I'm sure Tom enjoyed it too." Gene retorted with a wry grin. Brenda chuckled at his discomfort, and Tom just smirked.
"Order whatever you'd like, Gene." Brenda replied as her hand found its way to Tom's inner thigh, giving it a suggestive squeeze. "We'll make sure you don't leave this restaurant disappointed."
Gene could feel the heat radiating from between Brenda's legs as she pressed herself even closer to her lover, practically purring with pleasure.
The intensity of her gaze made Gene's heart race as he felt a familiar tightness in his chest, remembering how those eyes of hers used to look at him with all the passion and longing that she was now bestowing upon Tom.
But Gene knew that he had wanted this, he had craved for this. All those years full of cuckold and domination porn fantasies until Brenda had found out and they had embarked on this open marriage that was meant to satisfy their wildest fantasies.
Gene tried his best to push back the sudden rush of insecurity as he watched Tom lean into Brenda, devouring her lips in a deep kiss.
Brenda's hand continued to caress Tom's inner thigh, moving slowly from his knee and drawing ever closer to what lay hidden within his trousers. Gene could feel the warmth spreading in his own pants as he imagined the scene unfolding before him, watching his wife's mouth exploring her lover's as her fingers danced teasingly against Tom's crotch.
However, the smoldering passion on display wasn't entirely reserved for the corner booth. The restaurant bustled with activity, waitstaff moving briskly between rows of tables and patrons chatting over candlelit dinners. Gene could make out the sound of laughter and music from the bar on the other side of the room.
Yet, despite the jovial atmosphere, Gene could not help but feel everyone's eyes on them, burning with curiosity and intrigue; more than once had he caught people's lingering stares in their direction.
The trio had garnered attention the moment they walked in, and as he glanced around the dimly lit dining area, Gene felt a shiver creep up his spine.
The valet who'd parked their car outside, the hostess that led them to their booth, along with fellow diners at nearby tables – they all seemed to watch in fascination as Tom's large hand casually rested on Brenda's upper thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her dress.
Their knowing smiles and subtle glances in Gene's direction only served to heighten his humiliation and arousal, lighting a fire under his skin and pooling heat in his groin.
Brenda reveled in the attention as she leaned into Tom, letting out a breathy giggle that caught the curious ears around them. She could feel eyes on her, watching each sweep of her lashes and every stroke of her hair over her shoulder. They were hooked, like fish on a line, and Brenda was the irresistible lure.
As her husband, Gene, watched anxiously from across the booth, the cuckoldry fantasies that had haunted him for years were now playing out in excruciating detail. Embedded in the corner of the restaurant, they were cocooned by shadows and curtains, hidden away from most eyes.
With her champagne-soaked gaze, Brenda locked eyes with Tom, who reached out and traced a path up her inner thigh. She quivered involuntarily at his touch, letting a little moan escape her lips.
Tom's eyes gleamed with satisfaction before he leaned back and turned to Gene, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "Brenda's been telling me all about your recent adventures and how much you enjoy the humiliation. Of course you know I love having sex with your beautiful wife and I'll do anything to please her, but I want you to know that I'm also going to enjoy giving you the humiliation you crave."
The color deepened in Gene's cheeks as his cock throbbed, pressing painfully against its cage. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, silently cursing the chastity device that kept him from touching himself. "Thanks Tom, it has been fun, but its been a really wild ride." Gene said chuckling.
Right then, the waitress walked up to take their order. She was a cute, shapely, young, woman with a mix of Asian and European features. "Hi, I'm Marla" she announced. "I'll be taking care of you guys tonight. Would you care for something other than water to drink?" she asked, her notepad ready.
Brenda's eyes flicked to Marla, sizing her up in the briefest of moments. "We'd love a bottle of your finest cabernet and three glasses," she purred.
Marla jotted down the order, giving Brenda a knowing look. "Very well," she said. "I'll be back shortly with your wine." With a nod to each of them, Marla sauntered off to retrieve the requested bottle.
Brenda held Gene's gaze, her smile widening as Tom's hands began to wander further up her thigh. Without breaking eye contact, she spread her legs wider, allowing him easier access to the slick folds of her pussy. Gene watched in silent awe, his own breath hitching as his wife's eyes flicked between him and Tom's roaming hands hidden beneath the table cloth.
The anticipation was unbearable as Brenda bit her lower lip, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts, as if she was fighting off a wave of pleasure.
Gene's throat went dry as he watched Tom caress his wife's inner thigh, his fingers drawing teasing circles so close yet so far from where Brenda was wet and ready for him.
Brenda's eyes never left Gene's as Tom slowly pushed himself inside Brenda. Brenda's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she adjusted to his size. "Oh, Tom," she moaned, her voice quivering in delight.
Marla came back to the table with their bottle of wine interrupting the ongoing scene. She could tell strange was going on here. She noticed how close the couple was sitting to each other and Brenda's flushed face. "Who wants to taste the wine?" she asked.
"My husband will do it." Brenda said nodding towards Gene on the other side of the table. "He loves to taste new things." she said suggestively with a sly smile.
Marla hesitated for a minute as she processed the information and looked over at Gene. She noticed his collar and flushed a bit as she regained her composure.
"Of course," she finally said, popping the cork and pouring a taste in the glass for Gene.
As the waitress watched, Gene slowly brought the glass to his lips and took a cautious sip of the deep red wine. He let his eyes drift closed, savoring the taste as it danced across his tongue.
"Very good," he eventually uttered, setting his glass back down on the table.
Marla smiled, now intrigued by the situation. The man in the collar was clearly sitting on the other side of the table while his wife was practically in the other guys lap. "I'm glad you like it." she said as she turned to pour for Brenda.
"Thank you Marla, I'm Brenda by the way. The man over there is my husband, Gene, and this is our friend, Tom." Brenda said introducing everyone.
Marla nodded awkwardly at Gene and Tom before returning her attention to Brenda whose hand was boldly placed on her lover’s thickening cock.
Embarrassment, arousal, and curiosity flushed Marla's face, as she filled Brenda's wine glass. "Enjoy your evening," she said before scurrying off towards another table.
Gene's heart raced, as if he could sprint for miles, despite his inability to move an inch from their corner booth.
Marla's departure, tantalizingly swift, left a noticeable void. But not for long.
Tom's hand slid from beneath the tablecloth, guided by the force behind it. His middle finger found its intended target, wiggling gently until it breached Brenda's door. It wasn't a forceful invasion; rather, it was an assured infiltration - a conqueror waiting patiently at the gate.
Brenda was different. She leaned back into Tom, allowing him entry with a subtle thrust of her hips.
Her breath hitched as she felt the pleasurable burn from the invading digit, her muscles instinctively gripping around it.
"Fuck...yes," she murmured. "Sit closer," she whispered huskily, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and curiosity.
Gene watched, enthralled, as his wife surrendered to her lover so openly in front of him. He feel a familiar tightness in his chest, simultaneously an acute awareness of his own attraction to this scene and a strong sense of shame for being declined from participating.
He tried to adjust his position in the booth, but his chastity cage made it difficult. With a growl, his thighs clenched together, trying to urge his trapped, swollen erection to escape.
Brenda reached under the table again, finding relief for Tom's pulsing member and stroking it through his pants with purpose. Upon touching him, she released a satisfied gasp, knowing how much he wanted and needed this.
Tom, too, let out a guttural murmur, relishing in the relief Brenda was granting. Gene couldn't help but notice how Tom's hips involuntarily began rocking against Brenda’s strokes, and, in response, her hand moved accordingly, never breaking contact.
As Brenda caressed Tom under the table, Gene glanced around the room to make sure they weren't generating any undue attention.
Despite the relative privacy of their corner booth, the low lighting, and the dimly lit corners of the restaurant, Gene couldn't completely dispel the gnawing fear that someone would notice what was happening beneath the table.
The thought of getting caught in their illicit behavior only served to heighten the arousal burning through Gene's veins. He watched as the muscles in Tom's neck strained, the thick tendons ridged and glistening in the soft glow of the candles scattered across the table.
Brenda teased Tom lightly under the table lightly running her hands up and down his exposed shaft with a feathery touch. She wanted Tom constantly hard and ready for her without creating a spectacle that would get them thrown out of the restaurant. She glanced around the restaurant and locked eyes with Marla across the room.
The young server was biting her lower lip intently, holding her gaze. If their eyes had spoken volumes, they'd have shouted that the cat was out of the bag. Branda just winked and looked away, blowing Marla a kiss continuing her slow teasing caress of Tom's bare cock hidden the table cloth.
Brenda found herself worked up with a combination of arousal and challenge. She wanted to drive Marla wild, to make the young waitress wish she'd known about the sexual agency of these restaurant patrons. She made sure Marla could see the subtle movement of her arm as she leaned against Tom.
Brenda was rewarded by witnessing a faint blush creeping up the waitress' cheeks as she moved away, trying to regain her composure while she attended to her other customers.
Brenda grinned and returned her attention to teasing Gene while her hand continued it's slow light stroking beneath the table."Oh honey, have I told you how much I love Tom's cock? It's so thick, with big ropy veins and a big head. I just love how it feels all hot and hard for me."
Brenda let out, her voice barely above a whisper. Tom grunted in agreement, the hand not concealed beneath the table reaching up to squeeze her breast possessively.
She gave his cock another slow stroke, and her mind conjured up visions of Tom's massive erection thrusting deep inside of her. She bit down on her lower lip, the tiniest of moans slipping through.
Brenda glanced towards Gene, who seemed to be watching her intently.
She knew Gene had been keeping his desires a secret for a long time, and tonight was a testimony of their ever-evolving liberation. She licked her lips, embracing the erotic energy pulsating around the table.
“I crave you, Brenda,” he breathed, his voice barely a ghost of its usual volume. “Watching Tom fuck you has sent me over the edge.”
Brenda's heart swelled with warmth at his declaration. “I knew it would,” she chuckled. She gave Tom a seductive smile before looking at Gene once more.
"You want to feel touched like this too, don't you?" she teased, as her hands worked under the table.
Gene couldn't help but groan in frustration, his cock aching behind the steel cage. He wanted nothing more than to feel Brenda's touch, to be a part of the sordid little game they were playing. Tom seemed to take delight in Gene's discomfort, smirking now and again as he whispered sweet nothings into Brenda's ear.
Gene could only watch, swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to keep his composure. The anticipation was building up rapidly, yet it was kept tantalizingly out of reach.
Brenda's gaze slowly drifted to meet Gene's unwavering stare. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she pressed her lips against Tom's cheek, leaving a crimson imprint on his skin. "Let's head to the restroom," she proposed, her hand gently squeezing Tom's hardness.
Tom's eyebrows arched in delight as he quickly downed the last of his cabernet and zipped up. They stood up and Brenda gave him a sly smile and patted his cheek as they walked toward the restroom.
Gene fidgeted in place, conflicted emotions ranging from envy and humiliation to unadulterated arousal. He watched as his wife and Tom left the warm glow of the booth, his heartbeat accelerating with each step they took away from him.
The seconds ticked by like hours and Gene felt as though every eye in the restaurant was on him.
Tension coiled in his stomach, amplifying his sense of shame as he sat alone at the dinner table, his wife and her lover disappeared down the hallway.
His grip tightened around the stem of his wine glass, the glass shaking, splashing droplets of rich cabernet onto the pristine white tablecloth.
Marla noticed Gene sitting alone and decided to take the opportunity to learn more about what was going on. She stopped by the table. "Your wife and her friend sure seem like each other," she said suggestively. "Will you be ready to order when they return?"
she asked, her eyes never leaving Gene's.
"I, I don't know," Gene stammered, overwhelmed by the sudden attention. "I mean, I really don't think they're going to be long. They just... they just wanted to freshen up a bit."
Marla smiled, her gaze softening. "No worries, I'll come back later. I like your collar by the way. What does it signify?" Marla asked, seemingly genuinely inquisitive.
Gene gulped and stuttered to find his words, wondering if he should continue this conversation. "I-It's a symbol," he replied belatedly. "It means my wife was involved in cuckolding me."
Visibly shocked, Marla's eyes widened as realization dawned upon her, making her cheeks flush a deep crimson. "Wow, I mean, I've heard about it and stuff," she said, her voice breathless. "But I never really knew anybody gets into that kind of thing. So do you like watching her with other men?" Marla asked, her curiosity and arousal piqued, never breaking eye contact as she dropped her voice to a hushed whisper.
"It's something that gets me off, yeah." Gene admitted softly. "There's just something incredibly hot about watching my wife enjoy someone else when I can't join in."
Marla barely contained the gasp from escaping her lips, her eyes betraying intrigue and interest before moving away. "Sure thing.
I'll be back later," Marla said, trying to hide the sudden curiosity that had surfaced from their conversation. She turned around and walked briskly to the other customers that needed her attention.
Gene took a deep breath, sensing that his heart rate had slowed down. He looked around, observing that the restaurant was bustling with life and background noise, with patrons scattered in each corner. The only two empty tables near him were reserved, making the restaurant feel smaller and more intimate than it actually was.
He gazed upon the other diners, who conversed amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of the charged exchange that had just occurred in his very presence.
The absence of Brenda and Tom left Gene with a strange mixture of anticipation, embarrassment, and aching desire. Each tick of the antique clock on the wall punctuated his distress, the incessant ticking a relentless reminder that his wife was not by his side.
Pangs of excitement fluttered in his stomach as he imagined what they could be doing in those dimly lit restrooms.
He could picture Brenda's intoxicating perfume filling the intimately confined space, her haunting laugh echoing off the ceramic tiles. She and Tom seemed to have an insatiable chemistry, their connection palpable even from afar.
He saw Brenda and Tom walking back from the restroom. Brenda was clearly flushed and her hair was in a bit of disarray and her lipstick was smeared. She smiled as she saw him and gave sent him a quick mock blow job symbol across the room sticking her tongue in her cheek with a mocking hand movement near her mouth and then started giggling. Her motion had been quick, but Gene hoped that no one in the restaurant noticed.
Brenda returned to the table and plopped herself down into the booth, giggling almost uncontrollably. It was clear in Tom's face they definitely did something. Gene's curious gaze shifted towards Tom, who calmly adjusted his composure and sat next to Brenda with a wide grin on his lips.
"Well, well, looks like our little adventure in the restroom set someone on fire," Gene commented to relieve the heavy pressure building between them all, knowing full well it was Bren and Tom who had started this spark.
Tom twitched his brow and gave Gene a mischievous smile that lingered for a moment before nuzzling into Bren's neck, "Oh, I'd say it was a little more than just a spark."
Leaning back into Tom and batting her eyes seductively, "I just love the little private bathrooms in this place, don't you Tom?"
Gene gave an embarrassed grin and recounted his conversation with Marla while they were gone.
Brenda threw back her head, her laughter pealing across the dining area.
"You didn't!" she gasped, wiping a tear away from her eye, and Tom followed suit, indulging in a hearty chuckle. "She actually asked you what the collar was about?" Brenda continued, and Gene nodded, smiling sheepishly. "Well, I do think we sparked her curiosity," she breathed devilishly.
Marla had noticed Brenda and Tom coming back from the restroom. She saw them step out of the same room straightening their clothes. She watched them cross the room and noticed the mock blowjob gesture Brenda had shared with Gene so there was no doubt what had happened in the restroom. She saw them settle in at the table and heard their hearty laughter across the room and headed over to take their food order.
As she approached, Marla couldn't help but notice the aura of satisfaction that wafted off of both Brenda and Tom. She could tell they'd just had an intimate encounter without even asking, and their mischievous smile seemed to all but confirm her suspicions.
Marla, her curiosity getting the better of her, decided to tease them just a little more before she broke down and asked if they wanted to continue their meal. "You two seem like you just came back from quite the adventure," Marla noted slyly.
The comment was aimed at no one in particular, meant to be ambiguous enough that neither Brenda nor Tom felt too uncomfortable.
"It was perfect," Tom replied nonchalantly.
"We love your clean and private bathrooms." Brenda said as she reached over and squeezed Tom's thigh. "I didn't get any dirt on my knees at all"
The waitress choked as she tried to suppress a laugh looking Brenda right in the eye. She tried to regain her composure. "Have you decided what you want to eat?" she asked.
She took Brenda and Tom's order and turned toward Gene. Gene still flushed beet red with embarrassment ordered the sea bass and Marla asked him what sauce he wanted with it.
"Don't worry about the sauce Marla, I have a special sauce for his meal tonight" Brenda announced with a wink. "It's a white cream sauce that I know he loves."Brenda explained nonchalantly, as if discussing the weather with Marla.
Marla's mouth dropped open as she looked over at Gene with a knowing smirk.
Gene couldn't help but swallow the lump in his throat at Brenda's insinuation. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet Marla's eyes, unsure of what he should say or do. His heart raced, his blood pumping hot through his veins. The humiliation was overwhelming.
Marla recovered her shock and held in her laughter. "Of course, I understand. I'll put in the order" she said giggling as she headed back towards the kitchen.
Gene's cheeks burned, his body trembling with a rush of embarrassment. He felt like the whole restaurant was staring at him, judging him. But when Gene mustered the courage to look up, he saw the truth: no one had noticed. All around them, patrons and servers bustled without a hint of the sexual tension swirling between Brenda, Tom, and him.
When Marla got back to the kitchen, she couldn't take it any longer and doubled over in laughter. Her fellow servers Jenna and Mark asked her what was going on and she filled them in on her interesting customers.
Jenna and Mark were shocked and curious. Marla told them to keep their eyes on the table right after she delivers the food. "This should be fun to watch" she said between giggles.
Jenna and Mark went about their business, but kept glancing at Marla's interesting guests to see for themselves what was happening. Returning to the dining room with their meals, Marla noticed Tom whispering in Brenda's ear, with her hand gently rubbing his thigh. Gene sat silently next to them, staring awkwardly at the table.
Tension crackled in the air as she placed the food down and made sure they had everything they needed. "Enjoy your meal," she said, a sly grin curling the corner of her lips as she made eye contact with Gene.
She could practically see his anxiety peaking as he fidgeted with the silverware on the table, unable to make eye contact. Marla, her fellow servers, Jenna and Mark, returned to the relative safety of the kitchen to share their intrigue and excitement while they peaked out at the table.
Before they started eating, Brenda reached down and pulled up her purse. "Wait a minute, Gene. I have your sauce right here. I hope you enjoy it, seeing how hard we worked to make it for you." she said with a sneer.
Grinning with a wicked glint in her eye, she handed over a small jar containing a white, viscous liquid.
Gene's heart rate quickened as he eyed the bottle, unable to contain his mounting anticipation. His throat tightened, as he realized Brenda had spit Tom's jizz into the jar after giving him a blowjob in the bathroom.
Gene couldn't help but feel humiliated when she winked at him before placing the jar next to his plate.
The tension around the table was palpable, intensifying their desire. Gene knew she had been planning this little show for quite some time; her wicked grin and the suggestive way she licked the corners of her mouth proved it beyond any doubt.
Brenda took a bite of her risotto, her gaze lingering on Gene as he stared blankly at the jar in front of him.
She glanced back over her shoulder, catching a glimpse of Marla smirking from the safety of the kitchen. Her hand slid across the table and rested on Tom's upper arm. His muscles tensed under her touch, his body trembling in suppressed anticipation.
"Well, honey?" Brenda purred, turning back to Gene, a mischievous undertone to her voice as she wagged her eyebrows.
Gene reluctantly picked up the jar and took off the lid. The smell of fresh sperm wafted out of the jar.
It permeated the air with its rancid undertone, sickeningly mixing with the other aromas on the table.
Despite his initial reluctance, Gene gingerly dipped the tip of his index finger into the slimy substance, bracing himself for what was about to come next. A shiver ran down his spine as he brought the tip of his finger up to his mouth, his lips tentatively closing around it.
Brenda's hungry gaze followed her husband's every move. "Now pour it on your fish" she commanded.
Her smoky voice was full of satisfaction as she watched Gene dribble the semen onto his entrée.
Gene felt his heart racing with a mixture of revulsion and deep arousal. "Go on," she urged him in a hushed whisper full of promise.
With an air of resignation, he picked up his silverware, dipping his fork into the gooey jizz, swirling it into a pool of creamy sauce before lifting the fork and guiding it to his lips.
"Now would be a good time to let you know you have an audience" Brenda smirked gesturing toward the kitchen.
Gene's eyes snapped wide with the realization as he felt a flush engulfing his skin he scanned the immediate area and saw the resident wait staff gathered together, eyeing them all with a mixture of morbid fascination and amusement.
Gene felt his cock begin to twitch and grow within the constricting confines of his belt as he took a consuming sip of liquor.
"That's just for the appetizer" she laughs wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and tenderly kissing him, her tongue meeting his with reckless abandon.
Heart pounding with a mix of desire and embarrassment, Gene knew they couldn't take this much further in a public place and he wanted to run from the intense humiliation.
"Let's get out of here" Gene blurts out, his desire for a more private place overwhelming him. He tossed some crumpled bills on the table, hastily wiping his lips in case any residual jizz were still visible.
He moved to stand up but Brenda's hand snaked around his wrist, tugging him back down. "Darling, we're not quite done," she whispered, her eyes amused but firm. "You need to finish every last morsel of your food, then we will get our bill and pay it like civilized people." she instructed with a playful yet commanding edge to her voice.
Gene was caught squarely between pleasure and pain. He had always had fantasies like the one Brenda was showing him, but never in a million years did he expect it to come to fruition.
The wait staff was watching their every move, but he couldn't think of them right now as they seemed like peripheral beings, his tunnel vision being drawn towards Brenda.
He slowly resumed eating, feeling his face flush and his heart race with every bite that he took. The sensation of his wife's hand on his forearm, softly stroking it, seemed to intensify with each morsel that touched his lips.
Brenda spoke in a feigned whisper, "You look so fucking hot with that collar on, Gene. I love knowing that when I'm out in public with you, you know that our dynamic is on display for anyone to see."
Gene wanted to crawl under the table when Marla finally came with a check. "I hope you guys really enjoyed your meal" Marla said suggestively. "Oh, and Gene, I couldn't help but notice how much you enjoyed the special sauce Brenda made you." Marla's provocative remark hung in the air, the weight of it heavy on the minds of all three parties at the table. Gene's body reacted involuntarily to the reminder, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants as he tried to tamp down his arousal.
"We certainly did, Marla, thank you for your excellent service. I'm sure we'll come eat here again." Brenda responded sweetly giving Marla a wink. "Now we need to get out of here. We have a fun evening planned."
"I certainly hope you come back. I really enjoyed serving all three of you." Marla replied with a wink as she left the table chuckling to herself.
Gene and Tom stood up from the table and helped Brenda slide out of the booth. As Brenda and Tom locked arms, Gene followed them meekly out of the restaurant feeling eyes following them on their way out the door.
He was certainly embarrassed, but the public exposure of their dynamic turned him on as well. The air was thick with anticipation and Gene couldn't help but feel his pulse race at the thought of what was to come.
The crisp night air greeted them as they exited the restaurant. Gene felt the alcohol from the wine buzzing in his veins, further enhancing the surreal atmosphere. A couple walking near them on the sidewalk cast curious gazes as they passed, and while Gene tried to ignore their stares, his swelling erection inside his cage betrayed his thoughts.
A faint breeze swept past them, swirling the tail end of Brenda's dress up around her hips and revealing the curve of her ass. Her long shapely legs in high heals caught the valet's attention as Gene handed him their ticket.
Tom couldn't resist the temptation anymore and reached out, playfully grabbing her by the hips and yanking her closer to him. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and pressing her dazzling hazel eyes playfully into Tom’s.
Gene watched with a heated gaze as the two began to make out in public while they waited for the car, their tongues intertwining passionately in a fiery display of lust.
The valet returned with the car and noticed the display as he handed Gene the keys.
"Make sure you tip him well honey" Brenda instructed him from Tom's arms. Then she looked at the valet. "My husband can be cheap and needs a reminder once in a while."
The valet looked confused back and forth between the three of them, then took the tip and helped Brenda into the backseat. As he helped her in the car, she leaned her body against him rubbing her breast against his arm as if by accident.