The restaurant was new and held many of the cute single men in the small city. Now I understood why my husband had not only asked me to come here, but instructed me to not wear any underwear. We have been married for 10 years. After our fifth year, things started to get bad. We were really close to getting a divorce when a friend of mine had talked about fucking other guys who she didn’t even know. She told me how she would fuck another man with her husband watching and she’d cum like tons of times and then go home and fuck her husband and cum more times.
At first, I thought it was crazy, then my husband started to file papers for divorce. The day I went to file the papers, I fucked the court guide in a record room. I told my husband and, instead of being upset, he got turned on and fucked me right there. Divorce was canceled within a few days.
Now it was date night and the new restaurant down the street had a ton of hot sexy men waiting for me to fuck their brains out. Only they didn’t know it yet. We sat at the corner booth which was perfect. My husband, Matthew, started playing with my clit the second my ass hit the cold leather booth.
“Hi. Welcome to Antonio’s. I’m Derrick,” a tall man with brown hair said. His blue eyes stared down at me and made my already-dripping-wet pussy wetter. He took our order then walked away. My eyes were still on his ass while he walked away. His slender body made him look like he could show an older lady like me how to fuck fast. I could hear my husband talking to me, but my eyes were following him.
“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” Matthew said, grinning from ear to ear. He loved seeing me aroused. “He looks like a good lover.” His fingers moved down lower into my vagina. I closed my eyes trying not to bring attention to myself too much. “You should fuck him, Nancy,” he whispered into my ear as his finger thrust deeper into my pussy. I was getting close to cumming and my husband was doing it under the table with lots of people around. “I bet he has a huge cock for that tight pussy of yours,” he whispered into my ear, the air from his breath sending fireworks through my whole body. I pushed my lips against his and came all over his hand.
“I’m gonna wash my hands off of your sweetness, baby. I’ll be right back.” My breathing was still abnormal when he returned from the bathroom, his hands clean and ready to finger me once again. Instead, the food came and he just started eating. He talked in between bites about work and his family and even our kids who were with their grandparents. It seemed like he had forgotten everything about the sexy waiter fucking me.
“I have to go pee,” I told him and pushed down my dress before getting up from the seat.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” the young waiter said, bumping into me with a glass of ice cold water. The chill felt good because standing so close to him, I could smell his musk and he smelt tasty. “Here, come with me – there are towels in this room. Wait right here – let me get you one.”
I didn’t want to wait. “Fuck waiting,” I said and walked in after him, locking the door behind me silently. He didn’t seem too shocked until he looked down at my breasts. My nipples were erect and waiting for him to suck them silly. The smell of dish soap surrounded us, but I didn’t care. I removed my dress and stood before him only wearing a thin bra. I flung that off too. “Fuck me, Derrick,” I yelled at him slightly. I didn’t want anyone to hear us, but I wanted to fuck him so badly.
He walked toward me, I could see his penis was dying to be let out of his super fitted Dockers that hugged his waist. “You sure?” he said, smiling and playing with one of my nipples. He twirled the ripe little grape in his finger for a while before taking it into his mouth and licking the tip of it. “You might not be able to walk after,” he said, sucking harder on my nipple and moving his hand down the small of my back. He reached my ass and squeezed it hard making me yelp in response. “Yes, fuck me,” I said to him. My body was shaking with desire. I was dripping with sweat and with the icy water he had spilt all over me.
“Ok.” He slid his finger up my ass and pushed it in deep. His tongue played with my nipple while his finger fucked my ass. It sent me into the skies. My breathing stopped and I let out my sweet cum onto his finger.
I lowered myself and unzipped his pants to expose his large 10 inch cock. Seeing it so close to my face and putting into my warm mouth, I knew my legs would be hurting in the morning. But I didn’t care. I sucked his cock, took it deep into my mouth. Before he could cum in my mouth, he pushed me back against the wall and lifted me up and forced his largeness into me. I whimpered past the small slight of pain and enjoyed it as he pushed into my tight pussy. “Fuck, you are so tight,” he said, forcing himself deeper. With a loud growl, he was inside me and pumped at my tightness like a bull getting rid of cargo. He lifted my ass up with his hand and held onto me as he pumped himself deep inside him. “I’m cumming,” I cried out as his large cock touched my G-spot a few times. I could feel that he was going to cum also. He put me down and I bent over, my ass in the air before his dick. He pushed himself back inside me, causing me to scream out quietly as I came yet again. He thrust a few more times before his load of cum filled my wet cum-hungry pussy.
“Thanks for the fuck, Miss,” he said, putting his pants back on and handing me my dress. “You wanna fuck again, let me know. Your pussy is too tight to say no to,” he said, then he walked out and left me to dress by myself.
When I returned, my husband knew I had had sex. Even after trying to clean myself up in the bathroom, I still smelled of sex. I sat down next to him and he placed a finger into my already used pussy. His finger touched the still warm cum from our waiter. “Was he a good fuck?”
“Oh yeah, he was,” I said, resting my head on my husband’s shoulder.
“Great. Let’s go home. I need to hear it all.”
Before leaving, Matthew left a big fifty dollar tip on the table and his business card saying to call him for another round with me. When we got home from dinner, we went upstairs and he fucked me after I told him how Derrick fucked the crap out of my tight little pussy. He enjoyed the details and hoped that Derrick would call so that he could see a monster cock like his enter my pussy.
“So you’re happy I fucked the waiter?”
“ Oh yeah. We should go there every week so you can fuck him.” He grinned, then kissed me good night. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“ I’m happy fucking you every hour.”
And we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
