I’m a grower but I’m not a lot longer erect than flaccid. What grows when I’m aroused is the girth of my dick. That was happening as the redheaded doctor stroked me. She had been looking me in the eyes, working on me by touch. She looked down and exclaimed, “Oh my God! Girls, come and look at this.” Soon, I was surrounded by most of the women at the dinner, including Amber and her staff. They were all looking at one of the stiffer hard-ons I’d had recently.
Caitlyn broke through the circle of women around me. “I can’t leave my poor husband like this,” she said with a grin. She knelt in front of me, took me in her mouth, and began one of her exceptional blow jobs. Between Caitlyn’s skill and the exhibitionistic eroticism of the situation, it wasn’t long before I came in her mouth, a lot. Caitlyn swallowed it all and stood up. We hugged and kissed.
We were still in each other’s arms when I heard Debbie clap her hands and say loudly, “I can’t think of a better way to end the evening. It’s eleven o’clock and we need to leave. Thank you all for coming. Be careful going home. Call a cab if you need one.”
The guests left, many casting last looks at Caitlyn. We helped Amber and her staff clean up. It was close to midnight when we got done. Debbie and Ross were still there. Debbie same up to us and said, “thank you very much. You went above and beyond what I’d asked for or expected. I think everyone enjoyed it.” She handed me several folded hundred-dollar bills. “That’s more than I’d planned to pay you because you did more,” she said. When we got home, I saw she had given us $ 1,000.
Caitlyn and I had been nude for about eight hours and had no desire to dress. We grabbed our clothes from behind the bar, walked to my car, and tossed them in the trunk. As I started the car, I told Caitlyn, “I owe you oral sex.”
The drive home was uneventful until we were about three blocks from the house. A flashing blue light lit up behind us. It wasn’t until a bit later that I realized it was a portable light on the dashboard of a private car. All I knew at the time was that the officer approaching the passenger side was in full regalia. There was nothing to be gained by not cooperating, so I lowered Caitlyn’s window. A flashlight played over Caitlyn’s nude body and then mine.
My anxiety was spiking until I heard a very familiar voice say, “I figured you guys would drive home nude. I had to work tonight. I thought I’d wait for you and brought my own car over here after my shift.” It was Sherry Holden! “It’s a nice night and this is a real safe neighborhood,” she continued. “Let me dump my uniform in my trunk. We can leave the cars here and walk to your place in the buff.”
Caitlyn and I got out of my car naked. I remembered my keys and Caitlyn took her small purse with out money in it. We went to the back of Sherry’s car and watched her strip down and throw her clothes in the trunk. Sherry had been working out zealously for several months and looked very good naked. Naked and barefoot, the three of us walked to our house.
As we walked, Sherry said, “Craig’s out of town doing something with his Army buddies this weekend. I didn’t feel like sitting home alone. Caitlyn had told me about your nude server gig so I figured you two would be up. Hope I’m not intruding.”
“You’re always welcome Sherry,” I said.
“When we get home,” Caitlyn said, “Peter owes me an eating.”
“I’ll enjoy seeing that,” Sherry replied.
After a few more steps, Caitlyn said, “you know Sherry, I don’t see any reason why Peter couldn’t eat you too, if you’re up for it.”
“You willing to go down on a cop, Peter?” Sherry asked.
“Sure,” I said, “when the cop looks like you. Will Craig be ok with that?”
“Does Craig need to know?” Sherry asked.