An Anniversary Treat
On their anniversary a guy has a special treat planned for his partner, but when their planned entertainment is replaced by something rather different, they find it bringing them closer than ever nonetheless. :3
This vignette was written for Gamerfox as their Patreon Flash Fiction reward for March 2019. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place, and some incestuous lewdness. ^^
An Anniversary Treat
All evening Trent had been waiting for the surprise to be sprung. When the entrees came out, he expected the music to begin. As the main courses were served he expected to see besuited figures carrying violins to be following in their wake, and as dessert was served with a champagne accompaniment but nothing more, his heart began to race with worry as he wondered if he'd accidentally booked the entertainment for the wrong night, or whether it had fallen through at the last minute and the fact he'd turned his phone off for this romantic meal with his girlfriend had meant they hadn't been able to contact him. Still, the meal had been wonderful. The company exquisite, as his lover always was. But as their plates were cleared and he sat across the table with his hand outstretched and tenderly clutching the tenderly outstretched paw of the tigress he adored, the fennec couldn't help but feel a little sad that he hadn't been able to take this evening to another level for her, so that what followed would be truly memorable.
He took a deep breath, and as a gentle breeze ruffled the parasol beneath which their terrace-set table was shaded from the still pleasant early evening sun, he began to reach towards the small box in his trouser pocket that had been burning a searing hole in his leg with its presence all afternoon long. It was, of course, then that music began to play. Though, not the romantic strings of a violin or the soothing voices of a quartet singing in Italian. A synth beat began to echo out from speakers set around the terrace, and before he, Monica or anyone else upon the terrace could react, two figures burst through the doors from the main body of the restaurant and began to dance their very seductive, very stark naked and aroused way over to the loving couple's now plateless, bare table.
"O-oh my god, Trent, look!"
The fennec heard his girlfriend gasp in shock as they burst forth initially, but not with horror or offence. In fact by the time the two naked, brightly striped and fluffy figures reached the table and scrambled up unabashedly onto it, Monica's eyes were wide. Her muzzle hung open in wonder, and her hands scrambled for her phone to record them as without a word the lithe man and woman began to gyrate and dance with unabashed lewdness upon their table, and very much at the two figures sitting around it.
Trent tried to react appropriately; to react like he felt as though the other people in the restaurant would expect him to react, with disgust and shock and humiliation. Instead though as the male of the two figures dropped down to his knees directly in front of the fennec, placed his hands behind his head and began to thrust his rock hard cock inches away from Trent's face, all that the fennec could do was stare and try his very hardest not to let his muzzle fall hungrily, instinctively open and start drooling on the spot. Glancing around the other man's body when finally he was able to tear his gaze away from that throbbing, pre-cum dripping cock, Trent craned his neck around to see his girlfriend swaying hypnotically in time with the woman standing on the table jiggling and twerking her ass to the music, hands wrapped around the parasol pole and using it for a very different, more exotic purpose. Soon though, just as Trent thought he'd found the coherence of mind to actually speak and just as a member of the restaurant staff seemed to similarly pull themselves free from their wide eyed reverie and rush inside with a nervous look on their face even as all the other customers simply stared and watched the show, the two figures stopped dancing for the tigress and fennec, and turned towards one another.
"Fuck me, Jake..."
The female of the pair whispered to her companion as she fell to her knees and he took her in his arms right there still kneeling upon the table.
"Always, Elly."
He growled softly, giddily back before settling down onto his rear, legs crossed, and drawing his lover forward into a tender embrace upon his lap. The woman, Elly's eyes met with Trent and drew his gaze helplessly with her, just as Monica's eyes were fixated upon the man, Jake, as they sank together with a shudder and a moan which sent rushes of ecstasy running up and down the shocked but awe-struck couple's backs.
"Oohh, Elly... sis, she loves him so much, I can see it."
"Mnh... y-yes, oh Jake. I see it too. Fuck me like... like he'd fuck her."
They did precisely as the woman, Elly said. She began to ride the fluffy furred male who had undeniably called her sis, and he rocked his hips eagerly, hungrily, bouncing her upon his lap with his hands gripping tight at her firm, beautiful ass. They did so not just without shame, but without once breaking eye contact with the two figures upon whose table they were seated for their incestuous, openly public love making. And as Monica recorded every second of it while Trent shifted and squirmed and tried not to let anyone else see how hurriedly and extremely hard he was getting, their flushed faces and hungrily staring eyes betrayed to the figure writhing in pleasure so mindlessly and eagerly before them just how little they cared about how wrong it was, compared to how beautiful it was to see these two in such pleasure, and so obviously overwhelmed and overjoyed by their lustful adoration for each other, familial ties or not.
Trent was so into what was happening that he almost cried out in anguished frustration, and did in fact hear Monica groan in dismay when some thirty or forty seconds later the terrace doors burst open again and about five or six members of the waiting staff emerged looking purposeful albeit red faced. They moved towards the table, but before they could do anything to capture or even chide the incestuous pair, Jake and Elly dragged themselves apart, turned towards Monica and Trent, and as their bodies dripped and dribbled in obviously near orgasmic rapture, they panted, whimpered and gasped to the wide eyed, red faced couple.
"Love each other like you don't care what anyone else thinks..."
Jake whispered to Monica.
"And love each other like the whole world is watching."
Elly whispered to Trent.
Then they were gone, giggling, leaping off the table with a trail of pre-cum and pre-ejaculate trailing glistening behind them, joining hands and racing off to the far side of the terrace before easily vaulting its wall and disappearing on the other side.
They left Trent and Monica breathless, wide eyed and quaking as the members of staff ran up to them, apologising profusely as the manager started blurting out offers to keep them from suing. Free meals for life. Cash. Anything they asked for, just so long as they promised not to sue the restaurant for being the venue where this obscene act had happened to them.
Before Trent could consider any of those options though, before he could wonder about asking them to cater a potential future wedding for free, he felt Monica's hand gripping his own rather hard across the table. He looked away from the nervous maitre-d, towards his girlfriend, and saw her give him a look normally restricted to their apartment. A look he had come to know very well in the two years they'd been together, and to adore unabashedly for what it meant whenever he was given it.
"We're a little shaken up. Before we make any decisions... could we please use the restroom; could we take a few minutes in there alone and undisturbed to... t-to compose ourselves?"
Monica whispered, the head waiter nodding, wide eyed and murmuring that of course he understood, and of course they could.
A minute later, Monica was dragging Trent through the restaurant by his outstretched arm while the fennec tried and failed to conceal the tent in his trousers to the rest of the staff and the other diners. His girlfriend didn't seem to care though, and when finally they slipped into the restroom area together and she slammed a door between them and anyone else, she was in his arms, her lips on his and her hand on his belt before Trent could even draw breath.
"Fuck me."
She whispered feverishly as she pawed at his crotch, dragging his trousers down without any consideration for the box shaped bulge in one pocket.
"Fuck me like that guy fucked his... his sister."
Monica gurgled as she hiked up her dress, tugged down her panties, and span around on the spot, exposing herself to her lover as she bent over to reveal her thighs utterly soaked through with her own arousal.
Do it now, Trent. Please. Or... oh god, or I swear, I'm gonna pull that door back open, drag you back out onto the terrace... a-and finish what they started right there in front of everyone. I want to love you like that. I need to love you like they love each other. And... ohh Trent, please. Please, baby. I... I need it right fucking now."
By Jeeves
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