Banquet of the senses

I always knew that Clara had a latent sensuality, a self-confidence that fascinated me. We've been together for 25 years and I've known her intimately, but when that night, in the middle of dinner with our friends, she made her confession, even I was left speechless.

"I want to tell you something," said Clara, putting her glass of wine on the table with apparent calm and confidence. "It's a fantasy I've always had and I'd like to make it come true... with you."

I looked at her, intrigued, I knew she had something on her mind but I didn't imagine the magnitude of her desire until her next words slipped out like an electrifying whisper.

—I want to be a plate at a sushi dinner, naked, on the table, and for you to be the ones eating off of me.

Silence fell over the room, and I watched our friends' reactions: Lucia raised a hand to her lips, surprised but visibly excited. Javier narrowed his eyes in interest. Paula and Marcos exchanged a knowing glance, and Diego let out a short laugh before leaning forward, looking at Marta.

“Are you serious?” Javier asked, a mix of disbelief and desire in his voice.

—Absolutely. I want to experience it with you, if you're willing —Clara replied without hesitation.

The air in the room became thick, charged with electricity. Clara felt her heart race, a tingle of anticipation running through her skin. She knew her confession was bold, but her friends' reaction turned her on even more, every look charged with desire, every held breath, fueling the fire already burning inside her.

"If it's okay with everyone, I think it could be an incredible experience," I said, looking them in the eyes and letting everyone know that I supported my wife, even though it had been a surprise for me as well.

One by one, they nodded. The deal was sealed.

The following days were a dance of anticipation. Clara, now more sure of her desire, dedicated herself to preparing every detail with me, she took care of her skin, she shaved her entire body, she had to show every corner of her skin to our friends, even the closest ones, and she wanted it to shine in all its splendor. But it was not only that, her excitement and desire were constant and practically insatiable, it reminded me of the beginning of our relationship, more than 25 years ago, when we did not waste a single moment to be together and release our most intense desire.

We researched the art of “ nyotaimori ,” selected top-quality sushi, and adjusted the lighting to create an intimate, sensual atmosphere.

Night came. Clara felt a knot in her stomach, a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She knew that crossing this threshold would change something in her, in us, with her friends. She came out of the shower wrapped in a silk robe, I had already prepared everything in our living room, I helped her take off her robe, her skin was completely naked, luminous, happy, she was about to make a wish come true, I helped her get on the table, her naked body vibrating under my hands. She lay stretched out, her arms almost glued to her body and her legs slightly apart, just enough so that her most intimate part was not hidden, her nipples and the shine of her vulva said everything about her state. I placed each piece of sushi carefully: salmon nigiri on her collarbones, tuna and avocado rolls marking the path of her hips, Makis on her belly, Urakamis on her thighs and legs, Tamakis on her breasts, two tamari balls, one on each nipple, and Kazari that ran along the crack of her vulva to her pubis. I felt her breathing accelerated, her skin bristling with each touch of my fingers.

“You're perfect,” I whispered in her ear before leaving the room.

When the couples entered, the silence said it all, the sight was shocking for everyone, they had before them their naked friend, her most intimate parts covered by pieces of sushi that will be shown as they disappear. Hungry eyes scanned her body adorned with the feast. Lucia swallowed, her pupils dilated. Javier ran his tongue over his lips, Paula sighed and Marcos placed a hand on his wife's leg, as if he needed to reaffirm his own restraint. Diego sketched a smile of satisfaction, Marta seemed the most nervous looking at her friend's nakedness.

“Please enjoy it,” I whispered in a determined voice.

At first, the movements were timid. Hands taking a bite, furtive glances, chopsticks barely brushing her skin as each piece was picked up. Clara felt the slight tickle of the chopsticks, the warmth of the fingers brushing her body, the proximity of the breaths. She was vulnerable and powerful at the same time.

The wine flowed and the tension transformed into something more primitive. The lips lingered longer on her skin, the fingers explored her with a hedonistic excuse, and the temperature in the room rose until it became unbearable. Clara felt her skin on fire, her body vibrating with each new contact. As the chopsticks picked up the sushi from the most sensitive areas of her body and her most intimate parts were left bare, her gasps became more evident. A shiver ran through her skin every time a piece of fish slowly slid before being taken. The small touches on her thighs, on her belly, even near her breasts, drew involuntary sighs from her.

Lucia dared to run her lips along his collarbone before picking up a nigiri . Javier let his fingers rest on her hip a few seconds longer than necessary. Paula, normally reserved, gave him a look full of desire before sliding a piece of sushi from her belly to his lips. Marcos and Diego exchanged a knowing smile, enjoying the show, feeling the erotic tension enveloping them all.

I watched as Clara gasped under his touch, as her body became the center of a sensual and exquisite ceremony. I myself felt a heat run through me, a mixture of possession and surrender that I had never experienced before. Knowing that everyone wanted her, that she was at the center of that pleasure, turned me on more than I ever imagined.

But when her excitement intensified was at the moment when, after having finished with the pieces of the rest of the body, only those of her most intimate parts remained, which until then no one had dared to take. The first was Javier who took a piece of Tamaki , rubbing the nipple with his fingers. Clara's sigh was loud. The next was Lucia, she not only touched Clara's nipple, she played with it, pinching it delicately and eliciting something more than a moan. All of this intensified when the other friends did the same. Clara was absolutely excited, she knew that this would not take long to bring her to orgasm and she seemed delighted to receive it, to show the most intimate thing that can be shown to our friends, in public, as she had never enjoyed an orgasm. When, after finishing the pieces of her breasts, the sticks went to her vulva, they all rubbed it without any dissimulation. Clara moaned and trembled strongly, but what brought her to the final climax was the moment when Javier, Marcos and Diego put down the sticks and with their fingers they located her clitoris and began to caress it. Clara felt a wave of uncontrollable pleasure run through her. Her thighs trembled, her breathing became erratic and a muffled moan escaped her lips. No one moved, everyone watched her with a mixture of surprise and fascination as her body arched with spasms of absolute pleasure.

Lucia brought a hand to her own mouth, shocked by the intensity of the moment. Marta narrowed her eyes, excited by the sight of Clara completely surrendered. Paula let out a shaky sigh, full of desire.

When Clara opened her eyes, her gaze was shining with a mixture of embarrassment and absolute satisfaction. She looked around at us and then let out a soft laugh.

—I didn't expect… that —she whispered, still recovering.

—But you enjoyed it? —I asked, taking her hand.

—Every second —she replied with a seductive smile.

We had opened a door, and none of us had any intention of closing it.