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She scanned the room and quickly spotted the couple sitting at a table across the room. It was easy to point them out, though a little disconcerting, too. They wore the same hooded shirts from their picture and it was still difficult to make out their faces clearly. It seemed even odder still that the light surrounding them seemed brighter than anywhere else in the room, like they were sitting in front of a spotlight. Eve pointed them out and she and Conner made their way over.
As Eve moved closer to the table, a fiery heat began coursing through her veins and settled between her legs. She couldn't explain it, but from the corner of her eye, she could see that Conner had spotted them, too. He was eying them intently, and she recognized the same heat she was feeling radiating from her husband's eyes.
The light behind the couple seemed to recede as Eve approached, but her arousal only intensified as her eyes settled on the man at the table. She could see more of him now, standing just a few feet away. His eyes were slanted, but more because they looked like he was squinting perpetually. When he looked at her, Eve's breath caught in her throat.
The irises of his eyes were a bright, vivid orange, unlike any eye color she'd seen before. From beneath the edge of his hood, she could see red markings that resembled intricate tattoos peeking out. There wasn't a single hair anywhere she could see on his body. His skin was paler than what seemed normal, but his muscular build had her completely distracted. Eve looked at the woman and saw similar features there; the same orange eyes, red tattoos, pale skin and hairless body anywhere that was exposed. Her breasts were huge; Eve couldn't help but acknowledge that she had a nice rack.
Eve and Conner stopped just inches from the table. She forced a smile on her face and reached out her hand in greeting.
“Hi there. You must be Lyndi and Gage. I'm Eve, and this is my husband Conner.”
The woman grasped her hand first and shook it gently. Eve looked at their twined hands in confusion briefly; it was as if Lyndi's hand was molding to hers, filling every gap and void to create a perfect fit. She pulled her hand back slowly, perplexed and intrigued, but not wanting to offend.
She offered her hand to the man next, and what she experienced when he took her hand in his was entirely different. The arousal that had rose within her as she made her way over to the table increased exponentially. She could feel herself suddenly so wet that the fabric of her thong was already soaked.
Eve pulled her hand away, forgetting about her manners and sat down on the chair in front of her, needing a moment to compose herself. She glanced over at Conner to see Lyndi's hand still in her husband's grasp. His eyes were locked on the woman's incredible tits and the heat in his eyes had increased tenfold. She should be jealous—or at the very least, uncomfortable—with her husband's overt interest in the woman at the table, but she wasn't.
An image of Conner with his cock buried deep inside the woman flashed through Eve's mind in the next moment, and though she didn't think it was possible, her arousal increased even more.
She stifled a moan and did her best to think of some sort of polite chit chat. Coherent thought was eluding her at the moment.
“It's so nice to meet you,” Lyndi spoke from across the table as she sat back down. “Gage and I have been searching for the perfect couple for quite some time, and I do believe we've found it.” Lyndi looked at Gage, and smiled at him with a knowing look on her face.
Eve wondered about the meaning behind their exchange, but her sex-addled mind didn't care enough to inquire.
“Shall we order?” Gage piped up jovially.
Eve and Conner both nodded politely and tried to turn their attention to the menus in front of them. Eve scanned the items listed on the page, but wasn't really taking anything in. She shook her head perceptibly, trying to clear it.
What's wrong with me?!? she wondered incredulously. Here she was trying to make new friends, and all the while naughty images were the only thing flashing through her mind.
She rambled off the first item she could read from the menu when the waitress arrived at their table. By the sound of it, Conner was doing the same thing because she couldn't remember him ever ordering a garden salad and onion soup for dinner. Poor guy can't make it past the appetizers, Eve thought humorously.
When their order had been placed, Lyndi and Gage returned their attention to Eve and Conner.
“So, tell us a little about yourselves,” Gage began as he shifted in his chair.
Eve tried to think of what to say, but it wasn't eloquent. “Let's see, we've been married for five years now, and just moved here about a year ago. Conner works heavily in the corporate world; takeovers and acquisitions, and that type of stuff. I was a nurse before we moved, but I haven't really gotten back to work yet,” Eve began.
“And what about you?” she queried, and then struggled to pay attention as she fought against the arousal coursing through her.
“We're obviously foreign,” Lyndi began. “We travel heavily. It's a passion of ours. But lately, it seemed we'd been drawn to seek out something more. On our own so much, I suppose; we've been feeling the need to connect with others,” she continued.
Eve's difficulty focusing increased tenfold in the next instant as she felt something make contact with her clit. She had been sitting with her legs together casually, but the object now worked to pry her legs open and move the fabric of her thong out of its way. She resisted at first, while keeping her eyes on Lyndi's lips, watching her mouth form each word and hoping that would aid in her struggle.
The object against her clit began to rub, and in the next moment, it began to vibrate, overcoming her resistance. Almost instantly, she could feel an orgasm begin to build within her, and the vibrations increased in speed.
Eve had no idea what it was that was stimulating her. She stifled a moan and looked down to see if Conner was responsible for the pleasure assailing her. But Conner's hands were presently gripping the sides if his seat. Upon closer inspection, she discovered his fly was open, and his rock hard cock was sheathed by something she didn't recognize at first. As Eve focused harder, she realized it was not an object, but a woman's foot; it had wrapped itself around her husband's dick and was stroking him faster and faster.
Eve didn't know how she felt about what she saw; it was simultaneously so wrong, and yet, so entirely erotic. She moaned in response to the naughty scene as the object vibrating against her bundle of nerves picked up speed. It was all too much; arching her back, Eve started to cum.
The object stimulating her clit stopped and she saw the foot release Conner's cock at the same time. But in the next moment, the object that had left her was back, sliding along her slit and spreading her lips. She looked up in time to see Gage smile as the object slid into her wetness, and she realized finally that it was him driving her pussy wild.
Even so, she was too aroused to resist. She moaned as the object began to plunge in and out of her slowly. Conner turned to her, seeing the look of pleasure on her face, and moved his attention downward. He slid his hand along her thigh and pulled the tight dress up to expose her. His jaw dropped when he saw what was taking place, but instead of anger, she saw fiery arousal set his eyes ablaze.
“Oh God, Eve. You have a foot in your pussy!” he groaned.
But as the object plunged in and out, they could see that it no longer resembled a foot, but rather it had morphed into a phallic-shaped object. Suddenly, it began to vibrate; she whimpered in response and spread her legs wide open so it could fuck her deeper.
In one swift movement, Conner reached for her tits and squeezed hard, caught up in an inexplicable arousal that was driving him mad. The foot that had sheathed him prior returned, gripping gently to tease him. Conner moved a hand to Eve's clit and started to rub hard and fast.
The sight beneath the table and the vibrating object inside of her was too much. She came hard once again, stifling her own moans with the back of her arm.