Food or sex!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Introduction: There is a very strong relationship between food and sex; indeed, the need for sex is a kind of hunger, and one that is for many people much harder to satisfy than that of food.

Yvonne and I were great friends at school together, and after we got married, within the space of a couple of months, we still kept up the friendship.

What with us living in different parts of the country, we see each other less often but when we do, we make a whole weekend of it when we get together with our respective husbands.

Being as close as we all were, there was, of course, the occasional sex jamboree, resulting in some partner swapping, and, on one occasion, Yvonne watching me have sex with Richard and Michael, her husband. But by far, the most memorable situation occurred the last time we stayed at Yvonne and Richard's, in their pleasant little cottage in Surrey, Kent.

Yvonne is an exquisite home ec' teacher at a local high school, and her speciality is Italian cuisine; so when we arrived on the Friday evening she served up the most wonderful pizza we've ever tasted. Richard and I are lovers of ‘Pizza Hut', and Yvonne's dish was as close as I've had to it.

Deciding to watch the old movie playing on the TV, a boring 90-minute long black and white, we turned the set off after. Still relishing the after taste of Yvonne's scrumptious cooking we began to talk about food.

Yvonne thought that the pictures of exotic dishes that one sees in advertisements and cookery books are quite a turn on when you're hungry. Agreeing with her, I compared them with pin up magazines:

"It's the same thing, really. You sell the magazine, or the cookery book, on the strength of how much it appeals to people's hunger for food or sex."

Of course, Richard and Michael didn't agree; I guess they didn't like to think of their sex urges being manipulated like that. They bought sexy magazines for a different reason, to appreciate the beauty of the girls in the pictures they said.

"Oh come on," Yvonne said. "Nine times out of ten a hungry man would rather have a good steak than a good fuck."

Michael went to protest, but I cut in: "Richard's the same. It's different with me, though, hunger seems to put an edge on sex for us, sometimes."

"Be honest, guys," Yvonne challenged them, "which would you rather have, a good meal or a good screw?"

"That's easy, steak every time," grinned Michael, and Richard chimed: "No doubt about it, love, food's the way to a man's heart every time."

They were obviously taking the mickey, now, but Yvonne wasn't going to be put off. "Right, you're on, then," she abruptly told them.

"What do you mean, you're on?" asked Michael.

Winking at me. "You'll see," she grinned. "You'll see."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but getting me alone, while she made a night-cap of hot chocolate, Yvonne told me that she'd come up with a little experiment. "Not a word to the guys," she said. "They're going on a diet, though they don't know it. We'll see how it goes tomorrow night. They're sure to be dying for food and ‘sex' then."

Yvonne told me she was going to keep away from Michael that night, and told me to do the same with Richard. "We'll show those buggers, you'll see," she grinned.

After a light breakfast of cereal and coffee - the guys expecting a full cooked one - we drove into town and did some shopping, returning for lunch, later, which consisted of a mixed salad.

"What's this?" the boy's wondered, as they sat down.

"Oh, it's just that I think Michael's getting a bit podgy. Don't worry, we'll make up for it this evening. Anyway, I'm not that hungry, just yet, so I couldn't see the point in cooking."

Although our mates look disgruntled, they nonetheless accepted the light meal with fairly good grace. "No raiding the fridge, anyone," ordered Yvonne. "If you're hungry have another piece of cheese," she said, suppressing a delighted glee.

"How far do you intend taking this?" I quietly asked Yvonne afterwards.

"We'll see how they feel come supper time," she told me, with a minxy grin. "Meanwhile, I've got a couple of things in mind that'll fix them," she added.

Round about late afternoon, Yvonne suggested going for a nice long walk in the countryside, saying the autumnal air will do us all good. Returning afterwards, the boys, almost exhausted, collapsed in an armchair each, while I sat on the sofa and Yvonne got a film for us to watch. True to her plan of action, it was highly erotic, but, in keeping with our laws, heavily censored. ‘They'll just have to imagine the sex,' I'm sure we both thought to ourselves, as we restrained our schoolgirl giggles; having somewhat ignited their sexual urges, it was clear what Yvonne had in mind for supper.

At about 7.45 she sat up and asked: "Who's for steak?"

"Yes, please," they both avidly replied, their mouths almost drooling at the thought of a fully cooked meal.

And while Yvonne set about them I opened a couple of bottles of delicious claret and emptied the first one into four glasses for us followed by the other one. By the time she came back into the sitting room with a couple of juicy big steaks for the guys we were well away; Michael telling one of his dirty jokes - he really gets randy once he's had a few.

Putting the steaks on the table, and stepping back, Michael enquired as to where our food was. "Don't worry, we've got something special in mind," she informed them, as they both, having sprinkled condiments and sauce on them, picked up their cutlery.

"Before you do that, Michael," she interrupted them, I've got a little wager for you."

"I bet you a tenner that I can make you want sex more than you want that steak," she confidently told him.

Roaring with laughter, Michael howled: "Come off it. Nothing's going to stop me putting this away, right, Richard?" he said, looking towards my husband, who, like him, is poised ready to cut the first big morsel of prime beef.

Cutting into the succulent steak, Michael raised his fork to his mouth.

Just then, Yvonne went into her act; she was a real exhibitionist, and knew exactly how to turn Michael on. She started to dance, writhing erotically in front of her husband, moving her hands over her breasts and belly, and making suggestive jerking motions with her hips. Gradually she stripped, until she was standing in front of him wearing nothing but the flimsiest of panties.

Michael hadn't taken a bite, he was starring at Yvonne, mesmerised. Richard, too, was dumfounded. His mouth hung open, and I grinned as I spotted the tell-tale bulge in his pants.

Yvonne began undoing Michael's shirt, teasing his chest hairs with her fingers before directing one of her taught nipples towards his mouth.

Shaking his head, he grinned, and said: "No go, babe, I'm too hungry. Later."

Eyeing her body sardonically, he pooped a piece of steak in his mouth and started chewing.

Bending over him, Yvonne brushed his nipples with her tongue, getting little reaction, she moved her hand down and squeezed the bulge in his jeans, and he somehow managed to cut another piece of steak.

Realising Yvonne's administrations weren't getting to him, I moved uncomfortably on my chair; I was starting to get damp between my legs, and I could feel the stickiness spreading across my thighs. ‘Em maybe, I'll have better luck,' I thought to myself, especially having shared Michael before.

Downing my remaining glass of claret, I watched as Yvonne, having unzipped Michael's fly, pulled out his big hard phallus. He was adamant, though, riveting his concentration on the succulent cut of rare beef in front of him. He was clearly determined not to lose the bet.

Standing up, I nervously smiled at Richard, and moved to where Yvonne was trying to do the Cleopatra bit on her ravenous husband. "Come on, love, or you'll lose that tenner," I whispered in her ear. "Let me try," I suggested

"Okay, then," she grinned. "See if you can do any better." And an amused little cheer came from Richard across the table.

Knelt on the carpet, I took his cock in my hand. "Are you sure you're hungry, Michael?" I murmured, and slowly closed my mouth over the tip of his rigid maleness. It seemed to grow in my mouth, filling it with hot erect flesh.

I started to suck him slowly, moving back and forth with my lips, and running my tongue along the underside of its length. A small amount of Michael's pre-cum permeated from the slit in his glans, and I lovingly licked it off for him.

Just then Yvonne laughed, and then exclaimed triumphantly: "That's ten quid you owe me!"

I looked up, and saw Michael, the steak forgotten, fumbling with her knickers. His hands caressed her buttocks, and then slid into the cleft between her thighs.

Standing up, enjoying the situation, I started to slowly strip. Displaying my body for Michael's benefit, I watched as his cock responded; jerking slightly as lust pumped blood into his hard weapon.

As I felt the heaviness of desire in my womb, my legs turned to jelly. I needed to sit down, and the most available place was Michael's lap. As he fondled Yvonne's naked pussy I plonked myself down on him, feeling his rock hard cock pressing into the cleft between my buttocks. Shifting position slightly, I was so wet that it slipped straight into me, piercing my cunt right to the depths as I let my weight fall on him.

"Emn, yes," I moaned, as the tip of his erection pushed against my cervix, sending a shudder of delight through my entire body. After that, I started to move up and down, riding faster and faster. Michael was now concentrating on me, the steak and Yvonne forgotten. His cock slid in and out within the soft grip of my vulva, and I clutched his shoulders as I felt my orgasm approaching. Taking my nipples between a finger and thumb, he gently pulled at the hard tips, fiercely jerking upwards to meet my downward thrusts. "Oh, fuck, yes, Michael, do it," I cried out, as I felt my release.

Looking over at Richard, he was enjoying Yvonne whom he had pressed up against the wall, licking her dark areola, while he rhythmically fingered her pussy.

"Oh God, yes, like that, Richard, make me cum, please," Yvonne almost agonizingly cried out.

Getting up, I asked Michael if he still wanted something to eat, indicating with it, the succulent folds of, and my cunt; to which, he noded in agreement. Quickly moving the plate to one side, he then helped me perch near the edge. Seeing this, Richard did likewise with Yvonne, and soon we were both lead on the table our heads opposite one another waiting for the other's husband to dine on the fruits of our loins.

"Oh, emn, yes," I moaned and shivered, as I felt, for the first time, Michael's tongue at the base of my gash, slowly move up and marginally separate it as he neared my ample fuck flesh.

"How is it?" Yvonne enquired of her husband's oral talent.

"Heavenly," I pronounced, as he sucked on my flesh, before slipping three of his fingers into my sopping pussy and his thumb into my butt; Yvonne and him having a liking for anal sex. ‘Em, maybe I'll watch them both with her this time,' I almost dreamily thought to myself, as Michael brought me to another climax. And as he did, Yvonne planted a soft telling kiss on my lips. Having accepted it as an enhancement of the pleasure Michael continued to give me, his tongue now on my clit, I opened my mouth for her. "Emn, emn," we booth moaned, as our tongues touched and twirled around for a while.

Moving his free hand up my body, Michael clasped it around my breast and gently kneaded it, still flickering his tongue around and over my hardened clitty. "Emn, emn," I murmured, in response. Just then I felt a hand on my other breast, and since where Michael's is I realised it must be Yvonne. All the years we've known one another, and I never realised she liked women, as well. Sure, I, like most women, have experimented with the same sex, but who'd have thought it of Yvonne.

Releasing my lips, I assured her how nice it feels, just before Michael took his fingers and mouth from me.

"What say we let them fuck us?" Yvonne announced, before gesturing my Richard to help her down, only to then have her bend over the table for him.

Propping myself up, I gazed at Michael, his chin and lips glistening from my outpourings. Moving me to the edge, he had me place my hands between my open thighs and grip the table with my hands, suggesting that he intended to fuck me hard and deep, which is exactly what I wanted. "Emn, I want you to put your big fat cock inside me, and fuck my brains out," I told him, and then lowered my back onto the surface.

What with the positions we've both taken, Yvonne's table is going to see some action, so, before they started, they moved the plates, now with their steaks cold, onto a nearby chair, along with the condiments; I'm sure Yvonne will warm them up in the microwave for them afterwards.

"Fuck me, Richard," she almost agonizingly pleads.

Returning to me, Michael slapped the underside of his engorged cock on my exposed flesh a couple of times, causing me to pleasurably whelp each time.

"Don't tease me with it, Michael, put it in my wet cunt and fuck me with it," I pleaded.

Then: "Oh Christ!" Yvonne exclaimed, and I felt the table jerk with Richard's forceful thrust, which was soon tempered by Michael, as he cleaved his thick phallus deep into me.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried out, as his motion, delivered with a force, would otherwise propel me forward. Immediately, I gasped for breath, hardly finishing before he delivered the next telling stroke. "Huh, huh, huh," I hoarsely gasped, as he continued to fuck fill me up with his lovely stout weapon, almost doing it to me with a short stabbing motion. Once Michael had made me orgasm, twice, and not just a climax, he helped me up and off the table.

"Em, let me have some more of you, Michael," I said, wanting to taste his lovely hot cum. Again, kneeling down, I took his cock, sticky from my juices, and ran my tongue around the crown, before consuming, first, the head, then, bit by bit, his entire cock meat, which slowly slid into my mouth.

"Now, isn't this better than your steaks?" Yvonne proffered.

"Emnn," I agreeably murmured, as Michael motioned me back and forth with his subtle hand motion.

"Okay," they booth conceded, just as Michael flooded my mouth with his hot jism, and Richard did likewise to Yvonne.

"Emn, nice and warm, Richard, thank you," she commended. "What say we adjourn to our bed?" Yvonne said afterwards. "Tina and I have got some catching up to do," she remarked, suggesting her wanting to get more intimate with me. And leaving our clothes where they were, we all headed off to our hosts bedroom.

Once inside, and the boys somewhat deflated, Yvonne announced: "You guys take a break for a bit, you've earned it; meanwhile, and until I invite you over, I'm feeling sort of peckish, so I'll just feast on Tina's sweet pussy, allright?" she tells them, looking at me at the end.

Not wanting to pass up her offer - they do, after all, say that no one eats pussy better than another woman - I eagerly noded my agreement, and let her direct me as to how she wants.

Having me get on their king size bed - you could no doubt get all four of us on it - Yvonne ushered me up to the large curved, cushioned headboard and pillows. "Comfortable?" she enquired of me.

"Yes," I lowly replied.

Again, kissing my lips, she then slowly patted them on my chin, then neck, continuing to do so as she moved down my body to my breasts. Running her moist warm tongue around each of my areola, I fidgeted as I felt the lust stir inside me. Sensing this, Yvonne slowly snaked her fingers across my stomach and abdomen, soon reaching my curly blonde bush, which she lovingly stroked with her fingernails, just as she took my nipple, hard from goose bumps of anticipation, between her soft lips.

"Emn, yes, Yvonne, make me cum, please," I moaned.

Moving them up a bit, she immediately located my hard, rigid clit, and gently teased it, sending an ecstatic shiver through my body as I climaxed for her. But this was no ordinary climax, I realised. Now panting, my breasts undulating up and down as I did so, Yvonne moved her head lower, still planting warm pecks on my skin as she went, until she reached my nether region. Placing her hands either side of my thatch, she motioned my thighs out to give her greater access. ‘This is it,' I thought, no turning back, now; not that I wanted to.

Almost sweeping her palms across my pubes, Yvonne used her thumbs to delicately peel back the petals of my labia. "Emn, you look lovely, Tina," she rejoiced, at seeing my nakedness for the first, time. Prompting me to lift myself up so that I could observe her raven haired head as it moved between my open thighs.

"Emn, yes, like that, please," I encouraged her, as she lightly and slowly traced her tongue up and down my exposed pulsating cunt. God, my insides were on fire, my body hot and cold at the same time, as she worked my orgasm up from deep inside me. Pulling on the bed cover at either side, I yelled and shrieked as my dam finally burst, landing in a heap on the pillow behind me. For the first time in my life I was shattered, motionless, almost, but Yvonne continued.

What with our lezie show, the boys had now perked up; their cocks anyway. Calling them over, she had Michael get behind her while Richard joined me. Concentrating her attention on my clit, I took a deep gulp of my husband's cock, which should hopefully stifle my outcries. And as Yvonne sucked and nibbled my clit, she jolted forward, some, from the way Michael was laying it to her; anally, I suspected, as it wasn't as hard as he'd earlier screwed my pussy for me. Thinking of that, and how different it was, only served to encourage my next orgasm, which I felt flood out of me.

"Oh Wow!" Michael announced, "Did she?" he surprisingly asked.

"U-huh," Yvonne replied.

"What?" I almost embarrassingly exclaimed.

Lifting her head up, the lower part of which was covered in a glistening moisture that part dripped from her chin, Yvonne chimed: "You squirted. Don't worry, it's the highest compliment your body can make to your lover," she assured me. And drawing her closer, I now moved up to lick it from Yvonne.

"Okay," she assuredly said afterwards, wanting both men for herself this time.

First, though, she quickly ferreted around in her bedside draw. Taking out a white vibrator - she turned it on to make sure - Yvonne, who's often alone, what with Michael sometimes working away, handed it to me for some relief; whereupon, I sat in the chair by her dresser, so that I could watch my high school friend get fucked by our spouses.

Still with Michael in her ass, and it seemed to fit so snug and well in there, she motioned my Richard closer, and again sucked on his bulbous cock. "Emn, emn," I lowly murmured, as I played the tip of the humming toy over and along my clit. ‘Emn, yes, that's it, Yvonne, suck my Richard's lovely cock,' I said to myself, as she bobbed her head up and down it, making murmuring noises as she feasted on his exquisite sausage.

‘God, they're driving me fucking crazy,' I said, as I worked the moist tip in and out of my opening, my legs, almost together, pulled up and resting against the chair's arm, as Michael, now holding his wife's hips, fucks his cook deep into her ass.

"Fuck me, Michael, slam your cock in my tight arse, I want to feel your balls slapping against my clit as you slap my butt with your groin."

Picking up the pace, some, I presently hear the sound of flesh pounding against flesh. "Oh Christ, Michael, like that, nice and fucking hard, like that," she continued to demand.

Opening my part glazed eyes, having just cum as I'm sure Yvonne had, Richard is now sat beside her, his fingers, indeed, his hand, slipping in and out of her hot raven pussy, adding to the pleasure, which, with what they're both doing, is no doubt overwhelming. Buoyed by this site, I let the toy slip down, across my perineum then the knot of my anus. Never having wanted to try a cock in my butt before, I now pressed the tip of the toy, against me and somehow nudged it inside. ‘Oh, that, that's different,' I realized, and so smooth with it, I regaled, as I worked the tip back and forth, some, before easing a bit more inside.

Having now lain on the bed, Yvonne moved astride Michael, her back towards him. Placing her hands behind her, for support, he then griped her inner thighs and drew them back, thereby pulling his lovely wife's ass onto his cock. "There you go, Richard," he invitingly said, exposing Yvonne's cunt to his inflamed cock, which he soon fed into it.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" she exalted, as it hit home, jerking her up on Michael's dick in her ass. "That's it, Richard, fuck me, slam your fucking cock in my cunt, I've been a bad girl, depriving you of food, just so that you, both of you can fuck me."

Lifting his whole frame up, Richard, my Richard, moved closer and started to spear himself into Yvonne's pussy. "Oh Christ, oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried out, as her climax ripped through her, barely having time to gasp afterwards before starting again: "Fuck me, F-U-C-K M-E!" she cried. "That's it," she soon said, "I want you to cum in my arse, Michael," she told him, realizing he was close to bursting, which he presently did.

"Oh God, that's it, cum in my arse, fill me up with your hot sticky goo," she appealed to him, as they continued to lay it to her.

Shortly after that, and with the toy half way inside my own tight little bumhole, Richard shot his second load deep inside Yvonne's pussy. Jumping up, with the toy held in place, I rushed over to them and licked Richard's joy juice from, and Yvonne's pussy, getting a taste of another woman along with that of my husband. "Hem, and what do we have here?" he exclaimed, indicating the toy, which he then poped back and forth.

"Looks like you two have got some catching up of your own to do," Michael professed.

"The bed's big enough for all of us," Yvonne chips in, suggesting sharing, however, and what with all the sex, we ended up sleeping the sleep of the beautifully exhausted, with Yvonne and I in the middle. And as I fell asleep, my hand resting on Yvonne's hip, I looked forward to them next visiting us, with a slant to maybe trying Richard in my ass, while Michael fucks my pu- zzzz. Pleasant dreams.