The Garden Party: Jon and Caroline (conclusion)

~ By Hath, August 22, 2008

Jon frowned. What in the hell was Caroline going to do? Cover herself with honey and let him dip fruit in it? He smiled at the thought. Food in sex-play wasn’t really something he got into, aside from the stray encounter with body chocolate, but the thought of his beautiful wife laid out with honey drizzled between her breasts and over her abdomen made his pants tighter.

“Cold fruit sounds delicious,” he said to her. “And exactly what a warm summer’s night calls for.”

Caroline just smiled. When they got home, and Jon had parked his baby in the garage, the pair made their way into the house. Caroline led Jon to the library and his favorite leather chair. She bid him to sit and went to the bar to pour him a glass of wine. After handing it to him, she knelt at his feet, stroking his chest and belly. “Darling, I need to take a quick shower to wash the sweat off, then I will prepare your snack. Please, stay here, alright? Promise?”

“Promise, baby, but,” he put the glass down and hauled his wife up onto his lap. He unfastened the first few buttons on the back of her dress and tugged the front down so her breasts finally spilled free. He licked at the sweat that had dried between them before continuing. “I love the way you taste right now: slightly salty with an underlying sweetness. Don’t shower for my benefit.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” Caroline answered, lost in the sensation of her husband licking at her skin. After a few moments, she straightened, and pulled her dress up. “Stay here and stay dressed until I have everything laid out in the dining room.”

Jon raised an eyebrow. “Dining room?”

A secret smile spread across Caroline’s face. “Where else would you take a meal?” She blew him a kiss and left the room.

Jon sat in his chair and thoughtfully sipped at his wine. The image of his wife laid out on their mahogany table, wearing nothing but honey and a smile made him sigh happily. He absently stroked at his growing erection, picturing her snow white flesh glistening with sticky, sweet honey. His head dropped back against the high back of the chair and he let the thoughts of his wife course through him. Before long, he was breathing heavily and really REALLY wishing his lovely Caroline would call to him already.

Jon heard a noise across the hall, in the dining room, and he was halfway to the door before he remembered his promise and slowly walked back to his chair, pushing a hand through his hair. He checked his pocket watch. It had been 20 minutes since Caro had left the room. He looked longingly at the doorway then sat heavily in his chair. He drained the rest of his glass and waited.

A few minutes later, Caroline’s voice came through the door. “Jon, baby, your snack is ready.”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Jon said. Smiling, he poured a fresh glass of wine for himself, and another for Caroline, and crossed the hall to find the dining room doors, gorgeous pocket doors, firmly shut.

“What are you doing in there, darling?” he asked through the door. His voice was rough and full of emotion and arousal. He leaned into the door so he could hear her response clearly.

“I didn’t want the surprise to be ruined,” came the answer, floating through the door like a breeze. “Come on in.”

Jon chuckled and slid the pocket doors open slowly. They glided soundlessly on their runners and disappeared into the walls. The sight before him made Jon drop the wine glasses, sending them crashing and shattering to the parquet floor at his feet.

The room was awash in candle light. Fat vanilla-scented candles, all different heights and shapes, lined the sideboard, casting a delicate glow on the room, and sending a seductive fragrance through the air. Soft, sexy jazz wafted from the Bose in the corner, and over it, he heard her say, “Hey, baby,” and he was lost. Her voice was pure aged whiskey, and it lit a fire in his belly that it was going to take a long time to extinguish.

Twin candelabra he didn’t remember them owning were lit at the far end of the massive table. At the near end, closest to where he was standing, was a feast truly fit for a king. Lying on a white damask table covering, and reclining on pillows from the brocade sofa in the sitting room, was his wife: his gloriously naked wife. Her pale skin glowed in the soft light and her hair sparkled and shone when she turned her head to look at him. One long, delicate leg was laid out on the table, bent at an angle at the knee. The other was also bent at the knee, but her foot was flush on the table, so her knee rose enticingly.

The position should have had her open to his view, except she was obscured by fruit.

Piles of fruit.

Jon couldn’t hide his surprise or his arousal. His color was high, and a bead of perspiration shone on his forehead. The bulge in his pants he was stroking earlier swelled at the sight of the delectable treat laid out before him. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to sweep the fruit from her or take an hour to eat every last bit off of her.

A row of thin mango slices ringed her collarbone. Ovals of kiwi rested on her breasts, hiding her nipples from him. Smiles of cantaloupe outlined her slightly larger than hand-sized mounds. His mouth watered just looking at her. His hungry eyes scanned her torso. A trail of sliced strawberries traveled from the valley between her breasts to a perfect, plump blueberry tucked into her navel. His gaze traveled lower, and lit on bunches of green grapes resting where her legs joined. They spilled over her and onto the cloth, and the tableau in front of him was the most delicious thing he’d ever seen.

Jon swallowed hard. “Wh-where’s the honey?” was the first thing his over-excited brain thought to say.

Caroline smiled. “You have to make me MAKE the honey, honey,” came her seductive reply.

Jon groaned and slowly approached the table. He licked his lips, and Caroline smiled. Jon walked around the table, considering the presentation, and trying to decide where to start. Caroline watched the heat and desire in his eyes, and was glad she decided to go through with this. Jon stopped his circuit at the foot of the table and turned the ladder-back chair so its back was against the table. He stepped on the seat then reclined on the table next to Caroline, and kissed her lips gently.

“Bon appetit,” Caroline said with a saucy French accent.

Jon licked and kissed his way down her neck, smiling at the apricot flavor. “Damn, that’s a nice surprise.”

“Be sure to get it all,” Caroline said softly. “Don’t want to leave me all sticky.”

“Baby, I fully intend to lick every last drop of juice from your body,” he said, keeping his mouth touching her skin.

Jon licked and nibbled his way down to the mango and slurped the first slice into his mouth. The delicate flavor of the succulent fruit was a flawless mixture of sweet and sour, and complimented the apricot juice perfectly. Jon picked up a second slice with his teeth and brought it to his wife’s mouth. She licked at it for a minute, and it was all Jon could do not to drop the fruit and attack her mouth, but he teased her lips with the mango before allowing her to pull it from his mouth. As she chewed and swallowed, her eyes locked on her husbands. When her tongue darted out to lick the juice from her lips, Jon groaned. He made short work of the remaining slices, and moved on to the kiwi.

Using his tongue, Jon pushed the first slice of kiwi across Caroline’s breast and onto the strawberries that lied between. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucking it into her mouth and cleaning the mild and sweet juice from her flesh. When it was licked clean, Jon scooped the kiwi and a slice of strawberry into his mouth, and chewed slowly. With hooded eyes, Caroline watched as Jon repeated the same sweet torture on the other breast, and felt herself getting wet. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Jon nibbled at the melon slices, nipping Caroline’s skin every once in a while, and she started to writhe on the table. Jon smiled and used his hands for the first time, raising her breasts so he could lick the juice from under them. With one more kiss on each nipple, he moved to between her breasts, and devoured the strawberries one slice at a time, sharing some with his wife. When he came to the blueberry, he smiled and sucked it out with a *pop!*

“That was delicious,” Jon said, wiping his mouth with an index finger and dipping it into Caroline’s. “Thank you.”

Caroline pouted. “Don’t you want any grapes?” she asked.

Jon looked at the bunch. “I can’t possibly eat them all,” he said, “and besides, I want a little taste of honey.”

“Baby, you can have both,” Caroline said softly. “Move the stems.”

Jon did as he was bid with shaking hands. Not all the grapes moved, however. One appeared to be stuck to her... He gasped. It wasn’t stuck to her – it was stuck IN her. “Sweet mother of God,” he said, and slid off the end of the table. He sat on the backwards-facing chair, and pulled the table covering toward him, sliding his wifr toward the edge. When Caroline’s ass was at the edge of the table, he draped her legs over his shoulders, and he sucked the grape out of her, making her gasp. He chewed on the fruit, reveling in the heady mix of sweet cold fruit, and sweet warm Caroline.

Jon smiled when he went to lap at Caroline’s flavor and found another grape. “Oh damn, baby, how many…” he trailed off as he used his tongue to tease the next one out of Caroline and into his mouth. Her flavor was stronger on this morsel, and he groaned in pleasure. Greedily, he went back for more, pleased when he found another grape to enjoy. Two more after that, and he sighed. “Damn, is that the last one?”

Caroline gasped from her position on the table. “That was it, but I think there’s still grape juice to clean up. You did promise...”

“That I did,” Jon said with a smile, then dove back between her legs, driving his tongue into her and swirling it around, until all he could taste was his Caroline. When she started to clench around his tongue, and grabbed for his hair, he stopped. “Well, that’s the last of it,” he said, grinning evilly, and sitting back from her.

Caroline groaned and opened her eyes. “Well, if that’s all there is,” she said petulantly, “I’ll have to finish myself.” She reached under the pillow and pulled out her vibrator.

Jon laughed. “Prepared for anything, huh, Caro?”

“I know your sense of humor and timing, baby,” Caroline said, turning on the device.

Jon grabbed it before she could insert it however, and tossed it behind him, where it buzzed on the floor. “Oh no you don’t,” he said, standing and unfastening his trousers. “The only other thing you’re having inside you is me.” He hurriedly toed off his boots and kicked out of his pants.

Caroline sat up, and pushed at Jon’s jacket. He helped it to fall off his shoulders to the floor in a heap. The vest was the next to go, though she put that on the table so as to not damage his watch. She removed the tie pin and looked at Jon with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Naaah,” she said, and stuck it into the vest. She untied the cravat from around his neck and looped the tie around hers the rich royal blue contrasting with her pale skin. Their mouths fused while she worked the buttons of his shirt.

Finally, the plackets fell open, and she was able to run her hands over his chest. The hair there was soft and thick, and she purred at the sensation. “I need that rubbing on me,” she said, pulling Jon to her. He smiled wickedly and pushed Caroline gently back down onto the table. She slid back, and he spread her legs wide, and leaned down to rub his chest against her pussy.

“There?” he asked, as he felt her clit rubbing though the hair to his chest.

“That works,” Caroline answered, biting on her lower lip as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Jon pushed the chair out of his way and crawled up Caroline’s body until his straining erection was buried in her. Caroline screamed his name as the orgasm that had been building since he opened the pocket doors finally broke free. She clenched around Jon, and begged him, “harder!”

Jon complied, scooting them back so he could stand on the floor. He pulled Caroline to the edge of the table again, and braced her ankles on his shoulders. His hips moved of their own accord, pistoning at her while he gripped her thighs hard. Caroline raised slightly to take him deeper, and the change in angle was his undoing. Jon dropped his arms to the table on either side of her hips while he pulsed and twitched deep inside her, letting her milk him until he was totally spent.

He kissed Caroline’s ankles and lowered them to his sides, and pulled her up to cuddle against his chest. He kissed her deeply, angling her head and sending his fingers diving into her hair until he totally possessed her. She whimpered when he broke contact, and leaned her cheek against one strong shoulder.

“God, I love you Jon,” Caroline said, sucking on his neck.

“And I love you, Caroline,” Jon answered, kissing her head.