We went out for breakfast every Sunday my wife and I. I loved breakfast and my wife did not so I had breakfast and she had lunch. While at breakfast I flirted, as I always did, with the young waitress'. It's something I had always done. I remember, in the past, my friend telling me, that waitress is into you. My reply, "That girl works for tips," I said. "It's in her interest to be nice to me." So, I satisfied myself with flirting. When I was young and single I actually asked for and got a few phone numbers. They never answered my call after that, so I moved on.
My wife knew I'd never get anywhere with these girls, so she put up with my flirting and laughed along with me. I think my wife paid more attention to them then I did. I told the same jokes each time, "You're the best waitress I've had.....today," I would say. When she asked if I had everything I needed my reply was, "I don't have everything, where would I put it?"
Today's victim was Emily. I always loved that name. College student, 21, local girl, nice figure hidden under her "good girl" clothes. We chit chatted in between her customers and discovered she was an art student. Her difficult class this year was a graphics class. Coincidentally I'd been teaching an adult ed. graphics class. How convenient is that!? So, with my wife's encouragement I gave her my card.
As was my habit my last waitress was also the subject of my fantasies for the week. President Jimmy Carter said in an interview if he ever lusted for another woman rather than his wife of 60+ years. His honest response was, "I lust in my heart."
Before I left the restaurant, I imagined Emily leaning over the table without a bra while some guy did her from behind. Monday morning as I showered for work Emily, soaking wet, encouraged me to do her from behind. Tuesday, in the shower after coming home from the gym she slid in behind me and reached her hands around me slowly stroking me off while she slipped her soapy fingers in my ass. By Wednesday Emily started to fade from my memory and my last thought was her in my wife's lap facing me while I cupped her tits in my hands.
By Friday I had almost forgotten all about her. I came home from the gym late Friday afternoon and headed for the shower. My wife murmured from the 2
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bedroom she used as a dressing room and I assumed she was on the phone with her sister. I took my time in the shower as I was not in a hurry and finished toweling off. As I brushed my hair out, I heard what I thought was moaning in the next room.
I had caught my wife masturbating once so I slowly made my way to the slightly opened door. I hadn't told her I had caught her before, but it was really exciting and I stroked myself off for weeks after that. This time I intended to finish her off but wait a minute. Who else is in there? Through the crack in the door I could see my wife, on her back, head partially off the bed 69ing with a woman I did not recognize. The bath towel I had climbed out of the shower with fell to the ground.
I had intended to intervene in her masturbating session and fuck her until she couldn't walk but now I froze in my tracks. I did not know what to do. The other person was pushing her pussy onto my wife's face and moaning a little more each time. My wife and I had fantasied about other women with me and we even lightly experimented with another couple once or twice, but this was a full blown lesbian session.
I watched with fascination as the two of them pleasured each other. My erection feeling like it was three feet long. I could see the other girl now. It was a young girl. Suddenly in between moans she started to talk, "Mrs. Richardson please don't stop. Oh, Mrs. Richardson," she said. Holy crap it was Emily. I didn't recognize her with her hair down. The subject of my weeklong fantasy was naked and fucking my wife. Hold on this is my fantasy! How did she end up with my wife? As I thought about this, I leaned on the door a little which made a small squeak. My wife, not missing a beat, looked back at me. At this point I expected the whole thing to come crashing down. I figured I'd been spotted and the whole thing would end now.
Instead she took one hand off Emily's ass and with one finger beckoned me over. I hesitated for a moment and then thought this is never going to happen again and made my way softly across the floor. Emily was just getting wound up and moaning louder and louder each time calling out, very formally, my wife's name, "Mrs. Richardson," she said.
My wife grabbed me by what felt like a tree truck dick and inserted it into Emily's pussy without stopping her thrusting tongue. Emily lost it. Her entire body shuddered beneath me. I'm not sure she knew I was even there. She kept crying out, "Mrs. Richardson! Mrs. Richardson!" This set off my wife's orgasm and she did not shudder often but squirted across the bed pulling herself into a fetal position as her body climaxed.