Page 23 of The Edwards (The Second Vow)

I opted for the baked salmon drizzled with a honey balsamic glaze, with jasmine rice and steamed veggies on the side. Anna chose the stuffed chicken breast with a side salad. As for the other two women, they ordered the chef’s special tonight. The chef chooses one meal a night that he makes off the menu. You never know what it is until you get it; we never chance it though.

We fall into a small conversation while we eat. Joanna asks about the kids, and Anna informs her they will be home in a couple of months. And how we plan on going to the lake house for the long weekend.

She asks me how work has been, and I tell her about the trip I have to take in a month. It continues like that for a while; I’m the first to finish since I don’t have much to add to the conversation.

I take the time to look around and pull out my phone, noting two guys all but staring at my wife. So I turn it on and try to hide my smile behind the rim of my whiskey glass, as Anna’s eyes widen and she almost drops her fork.

Thankfully, Joanna and Blake are focused on each other right now. So they miss the glare my wife gives me as I turn up the vibrator once more. I lean in close to her and whisper, “I was nice, and let you settle down from earlier, and let you eat some of your meal. But I grew tired of other men staring at what is mine.” She’s struggling to sit still at this point, but I catch another man looking. So up it goes.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl and keep quiet, I’ll let you come.” I lean back in my seat and act like nothing is wrong as Anna struggles to maintain her composure. She looks flushed.

I place my hand on her thigh under the table, and her legs are clenched so tight that I don’t know if she is trying to get the toy closer or hoping it will push it away. I turn it off again, earning me a sigh of relief from Anna. I excuse myself from the table to head to the bar.

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse me, I think I saw my boss head to the bar. It would be impolite not to go say hello.” I’m waved off as I get to my feet and head over to where I saw George take a spot at the bar.

At the end of the bar, the bartender couldn’t stop staring at Anna. I’m pleased to find that I can see her from here. I step up next to my boss, and we exchange hellos, and he asks where Anna is. I gesture towards the table she is occupying.

He starts talking about something, but I’m caught off guard when I see Anna throw her head back and laugh. She is a sight to behold like this. And about five other men agree because now they are looking at her too.

I’m about to pull my phone out when George’s wife comes up. “Greyson, you remember my wife Millie.” It’s not a question but rather a statement.

“Of course, it’s nice to see you again.” I shake her hand.

“You as well,” she responds, then turns to her husband. “George, honey, the Stevens just arrived, and our table is ready.”

“Right, of course, dear. I’ll be over in a moment with our drinks.” She kisses his cheeks and retreats.

“It was nice seeing you, Greyson. I’ll see you in the office on Monday.” He turns to the bar, takes the pink drink in a martini glass and his signature gin and tonic with a lime, and follows after his wife.

With him gone, I pull up my phone and turn on the toy once more. I grin when I see Anna jump; this time her boss sees her. And she waves her off, and then her eyes find mine.

I look a little to the left of her, and her eyes follow. Her eyes snap back to mine, and I make a show of turning up the intensity once more. I do the same for the other three men I see looking in her direction. At this point, I don’t know if they are actually looking at her or not. But I am enjoying watching her squirm.

From here, I see her gripping the edge of her chair with one hand and the table with the other. She must be close. I still haven’t forgiven her for the stunt she played in the car. So I quickly turned it off. I see her excuse her, while standing up, leaving Joanna and Blake to their conversation, and secret touches. She makes her way to the bathroom, and I go to follow. I have a sneaky suspicion she is about to do exactly what I told her not to.

But before I can follow her into the bathroom, another woman gets up from her table with her purse and makes her way that way too. So I go into the men’s and wash my hands, then I step into the hallway and wait for my wife to come out.

It doesn’t take long; she comes out before the other woman does. I grab her arm, making her gasp, and pull her into a hidden alcove under the stairs that leads up to the banquet area. It has a curtain; apparently, it’s where they keep extra chairs.

“Did you go in there to get yourself off?” I ask as I press her against the wall, closing us in, hiding us from the rest of the world.

“And what if I did?” Oh, she wants to be a brat now? I snake my hand down between us, reach down to the bottom of her dress, and slowly bring it back up, using the back of my hand to graze her inner thigh, making her tremble.

“Since you won’t tell me, I guess I will just have to check myself. Open up, sweet girl.” I lower my voice so nobody hears us.

I tap her thigh, and it takes only a moment for her to comply. I trace her panties, then I pull them aside and slide my finger over her slit, careful to avoid her clit.

Her breathing picks up. “Sweet girl, you are so wet. How am I to be sure you didn’t go in that bathroom, hike your dress up, and sink your fingers into this tight little pussy?” I ask as I slide one finger in; she is so tight and wet.

“I didn’t, I promise.” She says it breathlessly.

“Hmm, I think I need a better view.” She shakes her head as I drop to my knees before her for the second time tonight.

I take her left leg and put it over my shoulder to help support her, and I pull her panties to the side. It’s pretty dark in here, but there is enough light to see how wet she is, and her pussy is glistening. I lean forward, part her lips, and sweep the flat of my tongue from her entrance to her swollen clit. Her knees buckle, but I hold her up, repeat the motion, and look up at her. Our eyes meet, and she has her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. I plunge my finger back into her, pump in and out, and twist my wrist as I do so.

“You were such a good little slut in the car sucking my cock, and you’ve been a good girl at dinner being quiet,” I add a second finger and turn it so I can find the spot that makes her go wild. It doesn’t take much, and I feel her tighten around my fingers, and I suck her clit into my mouth.

Looking down at me through hooded eyes, she stifles a moan and tries to fuck my face. “You were a good little slut, weren’t you? You want to come on my cock while I have you tied to my bed, fucking you.” She clenches even more, so once again, I stop.

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