Dinner Plans

We made plans to have a nice afternoon barbecue with some "vanilla" friends of mine from the office.

However, it is impossible for us to participate in anything truly vanilla without adding a bit of spicy undertone to the situation.

We showered together and 69'd until we were both satisfied. I went into the bathroom to do my hair and ready myself for our guests, I'd not heard you rustling around in the bedroom but you came up behind me and held up a remove controlled vibrating butt plug.

I smiled a knowing smile. "For me?" I asked.

"Bend over." You said.

I took a few steps back and presented you with my ass, crossing my arms on the edge of the counter and resting my head down on them, trying to relax.

You didn't require any special lubrication, my pussy was still wet from our recent tryst. You started with your finger and then began sliding the plug into my ass.

My body alternated between relaxing to let it in and constricting to keep it out. As always, you overcame my resistance and I felt my opening close around the tapered end, the plug designed to hug against my ass and perineum to offer discretion and long enough in the front to ensure my clit would be included in the fun.

"Don't move." You ordered.

I stayed put, enjoying the involuntary contractions around the invader as I waited for you to return.

I heard the smack of leather against your hand. It was a heavy, thick sound and I knew the implement well; two pieces of thick leather stitched together, except at the end where it formed a rectangle.

While it seemed impossible, I could feel myself getting wetter in anticipation.

You began striking my ass with the crop. The deep, thudding, bruising pain I love so very much. I could feel my ass getting hot and as you continued and began landing blows in the same place, the pain escalated but so did my pleasure. I knew it was going to be uncomfortable to sit when you were done, a persistent reminder of your power over me.

When you were finished, you ran your hand over my ass soothingly and up my back, weaving your fingers into my hair and pulling me up to kiss me before leaving me to replace your weapon and allow me to finish getting ready.

When our guests arrived, I knew to them it was like any other barbecue anywhere else with any other friends. But I felt electrified and brimming with anticipation. My ass was still pulsing with the ache of your blows and my ass would constrict around the plug involuntarily every so often.

I was working in the kitchen with my girlfriend with a glass of wine, watching you at the grill with her husband drinking a beer. I wondered what you were talking about, I imagined you telling him what we'd done before they arrived, it heightened the entire experience.

We sat down at the glass table, shielded from the sun by the oversized umbrella. As soon as I sat down with my plate, I felt the plug come alive in my ass and immediately clenched down on it, jumping ever so slightly.

I knew it was too subtle for them to notice, unless you'd told him and he'd been watching for it. I glanced from you to him and was fairly confident our secret was our own.

You turned it off and on throughout the meal until I was eventually able to carry on without so much as a flinch or pause in my words. However, when we were done eating, you turned it on and left it on.

At first I was able to focus on the conversation. Then as it became more difficult, I tried to focus on the pain of my ass as I sat in the chair and the deep ache there. But after about fifteen minutes of continuous vibration, I could feel myself losing the battle. My orgasm was eminent and I knew there was no way I would be able to control myself if I climaxed and you didn't turn it off immediately.

I leaned over and whispered in your ear. "I need to excuse myself." I said.

"No." You said aloud as if I'd ask nothing truly secretive.

I drew back and looked at you. As our eyes met I saw the challenge there. "Alright." I said softly, reluctantly.

I leaned back in my chair and tried to reposition myself to get some relief. You kindly reached your hand over and I grabbed onto it tightly.

You continued on the conversation, engaging them both enthusiastically as I struggled against my body. I was losing.

I squeezed your hand hard, it seemed that it would have been painful but you continued on as if nothing was happening though my nails were digging into your palm. The orgasm began pulsing in my clit and I began squeezing the plug in my ass as the muscles of my empty pussy contracted around the nothingness. I reached over and leaned in to kiss your arm, grabbing around it with both hands and turning my face away from our guest.

I whispered my code word reluctantly and felt the vibrations stop as you bent down and kissed the top of my head.

We continued on with our evening. She and I cleaned up the dishes and served up dessert. Our behavior may have seemed a bit odd but I was sure they couldn't have known the cause.

As soon as I closed the door on them you bent me over and removed the plug from my ass, replacing it with your cock. I reached down and rubbed my clit, climaxing just a moment before you did the same.

These are the things I look forward to with you. Having the nice, normal, typical meal with friends...but with our own, private, kinky twist known only to us to make it that much more pleasurable.