Come With Me: The Garden Party (conclusion)

~ by Hath August 18, 2008

Savannah led him into the house, pausing to make chit chat with people they passed. Richie was in agony wondering what his wife had in store for him. They had their arms around each other’s waists, Savannah’s under his jacket so as not to ruin the line of the suit. She had her thumb tucked into the waistband of his pants, and every so often, gave a discreet tug that made his pulse jump. She saw his flinching out of the corner of her eye, and smiled.

They meandered slowly into the house, stopping to inspect their visage in the full-length mirror hanging in the hall. Savannah removed her hat and fluffed out her hair. “Are you ready for the next part of your present?” she asked idly, as she toyed with the locks that refused to stay tamed.

“Now?” Richie asked, trying to keep his voice level, as there were people milling around. “We have a house – and yard – full of guests.”

“That we do, my love,” Savannah answered. “Do you remember what you told me one of your naughtier fantasies was?”

Richie thought back and chuckled. “Darlin’, there were so many, you’re going to have to help me out.”

Savannah smiled. “Come with me,” she said again. “Upstairs, to our bedroom. There’s a gorgeous balcony up there.” With that, she winked at him in the mirror, and turned for the staircase. Before she ascended, she nodded to one of her closest friends who would help with her little gift-giving, though the other woman didn’t quite know how she was helping.

Richie stood there confused for a moment, then realized what she was talking about. “Oh my sweet Lord,” Richie whispered. He followed after his wife, catching up to her in five long, easy strides. “Are you talking about what I think you are?” he asked her, the excitement in his voice barely contained.

“Why do you think I chose a costume with a full-length zipper, and elected not to wear panties?” She looked at him like he should have had this figured out a long time ago.

“Are you sure?” he asked her. She had been amused by his little fantasy, but hadn’t said she’d do it. That she chose today, with all their friends and family present to indulge, well, it was going to be a birthday to remember.

“Of course I’m sure,” she answered. “Are you sure you can keep a straight face and steady voice?”

Richie chuckled. “We’ll find out.”

Arm-in-arm, they went up to their bedroom. A breeze was carrying the sounds and smells from the party in through their French doors. “Stay back from the doors, sweetheart,” Savannah said to him as she stroked his now-straining erection through the soft cotton of his pants. “Just a few moments, I think,” she said, and cocked an ear toward the door.

“Savannah! You up there?” Savannah smiled. Cheryl was right on cue.

Savannah turned her back to Richie and unzipped the back of her skirt. She bent at the waist, the skirt falling open on either side of her ass, to show him that she was wet and ready. “Whenever you’re ready, love,” she said with a lascivious smile, and sauntered out to the balcony. All the balconies were draped with fabric and flowers, so the railings were obscured. That was all part of the grand plan when she had hired the decorators. She didn’t want anyone to see the two benches she had placed next to the railing, about three feet apart.

After checking to make sure Richie was following, she strode out to the railing, and carefully moved her skirt to kneel with one bare knee on each bench, and leaned forward, bracing herself against the railing, and spreading herself to Richie’s view. “Hi, Cher,” she said to her friend. “What do you need?”

Cheryl smiled. This was all part of the script, though she had no idea why. She was supposed to make idle talk with her until Richie came out onto the balcony, then switch her attention to him. “I wanted to know, where did you find the caterers for this party?”

Savannah and Cheryl talked caterers and party planning for a few minutes, while Richie got himself prepared. He unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, making sure that his arousal stayed tucked in. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to walk almost calmly out to the balcony. He came up behind his wife, and groaned, seeing her spread for him. She was chatting with her friend like she hadn’t a care in the world. Richie smiled. He was one lucky guy. When there was a lull in the conversation, he crept up behind Savannah and quickly thrust two fingers in her, pumping her a few times, and gauging her state of readiness. She gasped, covering it with a yawn and apologized to Cheryl.

“Sorry, honey, we were up early this morning with the preparations.” She looked over her shoulder at Richie, who just grinned at her. She flicked her gaze down, and saw his erection straining, reaching for her, and blew him a kiss before turning back to Cheryl. He slid into her warm, waiting flesh. A slight hitch in her breath, disguised as a hiccup, was the only clue Savannah gave.

He stood behind Savannah, not sure what to do now. Slowly, almost imperceptivity, she started rocking back on him. The high railing and the bunting and flowers let Savannah move her hips without being detected, though if she wasn’t careful, her shoulders and head would move, and give them away. Richie hissed and leaned in to kiss his wife’s cheek. That’s when Cheryl saw him.

“Well, there’s the birthday boy!” Cheryl said brightly. “Are you having a good time?”

Savannah squeezed her muscles around Richie, making his color start to rise. “As a matter of fact, I most certainly am,” he said evenly, though a sheen of perspiration popped along his upper lip. “How about yourself?”

“This is great,” Cheryl answered. “Everyone really went all out with their costumes,” she said.

“That was the whole idea,” Richie said, finding it more difficult to keep his voice even.

Cheryl cocked her head at Richie. “Are you alright? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Savannah chuckled, the laughter causing her walls to tighten around him more. Richie smiled. “Well, it is a bit warm,” he said, his breathing starting to sound labored, even to him. He struggled to control himself, but Savannah just kept up the steady rocking and squeezing, and the slowness was making him crazy.

“It is at that,” Cheryl said. “I was surprised to see a Victorian theme,” she laughed. “Somehow togas seemed to be more your style.”

Savannah laughed hard, making Richie suck in a breath and grip her hips to keep from getting expelled. She was doing this on purpose, and he didn’t know whether to kill her or kiss her. Richie grinned and wrapped his arms around Savannah’s waist, pulling himself closer to her and driving him deeper. He leaned over the railing over Savannah’s shoulder to smile down at Cheryl. “That’s exactly what Van said to me while we were getting dressed this afternoon.” He kept his body’s position, close to his wife’s, but dropped a hand to the folds of her skirt. He slowly gathered it up until his fingers found her flesh. He stroked her slowly, and saw a bead of sweat roll down the side of her face. He licked at it and Cheryl laughed.

“If you need a drink, I’ll be happy to send someone up with one,” she said. Their conversation was starting to draw attention, and some of the others were coming over to join Cheryl under the window – Jon among them.

“Hey asshole,” Jon said. “You gonna come and give us a chance to win our money back?”

Jon’s choice of phrase made Richie laugh. “Absolutely,” he said.

“What are you doing up there, anyway?” asked Caroline, who had come to join her husband, snaking an arm around his waist. Jon kissed the side of her head.

“Yeah,” David chimed in. “What’d he go running from the game for, Savannah? What wickedness did you promise him?” There was ribald laughter from the men in the group, and assorted women smacked them.

Savannah squeezed Richie again, and his finger continued its slow torture of her clit. “I came up to give Richie his next birthday present,” she said. “Then Cheryl called up and OW!” she said, dropping a hand to behind her.

“What happened?” Jon asked, laughing. Something was up – Richie didn’t look right. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Rich was on the verge of, well, no, that couldn’t be. They wouldn’t do that. Well, Richie would, but he doubted that Savannah would go along with it. Still…

“Bug bit my leg,” she said, snaking a hand around behind her and squeezing Richie’s balls. Hard.

“Hey!” he called out, before he could stop himself. He was so close to release, he could practically taste it. He could feel that Savannah was too, and he didn’t miss the look on Jon’s face. He was sure to figure out what they were doing.

“Bug get you too?” Cheryl asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” Richie answered. He felt his eyes start to roll back in his head, and had to fight to keep them focused on the group below.

“C’mon, man,” Jon said. “Leave your wife alone, and get your ass down here and let’s play cards.”

Richie’s laugh ended in a groan as Savannah scored a fingernail between his balls. Jon took that to mean Richie thought he’d lose, though he would swear on his voice that Richie was turned on. He had to laugh. His friend had permanent wood since meeting Savannah.

Richie pinched Savannah’s clit, and her grip on Richie’s arm tightened, nails almost digging through the fabric to bury themselves in his flesh. “In a minute,” Richie said, smiling. “I still need to get my present.” He leaned in to kiss his wife’s cheek, and saw a flush creeping up from under her blouse. “And I think my lovely wife needs to cool off.” He felt her orgasm over take her, the rippling of her flesh exciting him, and the moisture that went with it dripping on him.

“Of course, dear,” Savannah said, taking Richie’s hand and pulling it out from under her skirt and to her mouth. She took his finger into his mouth and bit the end lightly. The group on the lawn saw this and laughed and wolf-whistled. They didn’t know that Savannah tasted her arousal on him, and that the look they shared wasn’t one of promise of later pleasures, it was one of pleasure fulfilled. Richie tightened his arm around Savannah’s waist and he wasn’t going to be able to keep a straight face. Hell, he wasn’t going to be able to keep from slumping against her. She took pity on her husband.

“Jon,” Savannah said, “why don’t you go get the cards ready and Rich’ll be down in a few minutes.”

He looked skeptically at the pair up on the balcony. “You sure it’ll only take a few minutes?”

“Positive,” Richie said, gritting his teeth together.

“Alright, but I’m sending Davey here up after you in five,” he said.

“Fuck you,” David said. “I am not your errand boy.”

The two men continued bickering on their way back to the table. The women meandered away as well, and as soon as their backs were turned, Savannah pushed roughly against Richie, taking him deeper still. Richie grabbed her hips and after making sure nobody was looking, thrust hard into her once, twice, three times before exploding, groaning low in his throat, and dropping his head to his wife’s shoulder.

Savannah kept up the gentle internal massaging motions until Richie started to slip from her. “Careful, baby,” Savannah said. “We have to return these costumes tomorrow.”

Richie laughed and took a handkerchief from his breast pocket, and wrapped it around himself before gently easing his spent member back into his pants. He helped Savannah down from the benches, and the pair went in to get cleaned up and rejoin their guests.

“Happy birthday, Rich,” Savannah said to him, as they made their way back to the party.

Richie swept her up in a hug. “It sure was,” he said, his mouth descending on hers in a long passionate kiss.

~ THE END ~