A Quick Bite To Eat

A Quick Bite To Eat - Part 2

(EXHIB,MF,FF,MF+)

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When I got out of the shower, she'd already laid out my clothes, her signal that this was going to be one of our "adventures". I tugged on the sweater, but almost put my foot through the rip in the crotch of the jeans she'd picked out.

"Sara!" I yelled. "How the hell do you expect me to wear these? There's nothing bloody to them!"

She appeared around the doorway with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "They'll be fine once you get them on. The sweater hangs down low enough, at least until you're aroused. Then you might peek through," the twinkle got a little brighter, "but that's OK."

I knew better than to protest any further, so I just pulled on the pants.

She was right, you couldn't see anything under the sweater, but I felt a helluva breeze! In the garage, she tossed me the car keys.

"You drive. I want to relax."

She navigated, all the while playing with my cock through the hole in my pants. In almost no time I was hard, especially since I'd just finished my run and the testosterone level was pretty high. By the time we got to the restaurant I was rock hard and sporting a tent. Of course Sara wouldn't hear of letting it subside before we went in.

The hostess had to have seen my hard on, but was too polite to say anything. Sara had already scoped the place out, and knew exactly which table she wanted: one in the back of the restaurant, on a raised platform. Anyone approaching the table from a particular direction would be eye level with my crotch.

After we were seated, Sara leaned over to me and whispered, "Those pants must be terribly uncomfortable. Why don't you slip out the hole? You can cover it with your napkin, and I bet it'd feel better."

The pressure WAS getting unbearable, so I took her advice. She was right; it felt a whole lot better.

As our waitress walked toward the table, Sara reached over and snatched away the napkin. The girl's eyes arched in surprise, but that was the only indication that she had seen what was under the table. To Sara's delight, she began checking on us quite often, and each time we gave her

a show.

It was pretty much just like every other time until Sara reached under the table and started to stroke me slowly. God it felt so good to my aching cock! After a few pumps, I didn't care that we were in a restaurant. I leaned my head back and thrust my hips into her hand until she stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes and there was our waitress standing over me, and there was no mistaking her thoughts.

She was a pretty girl, built like a dancer. She had very long legs, accented by the skimpy skirt that she was required to wear as part of her uniform. She wasn't wearing stockings, so we could see all the ripples in her legs (which started in her calves and went up under her skirt). Her uniform blouse was tunic style, cut loose (after all, this was a classy place), and normally would have hidden her breasts (if I had to guess, I would have put her at a 34 C), but I guess our show was affecting her as bad as it was affecting me. Her nipples were sticking out prominently, like two pencil tips, and they burned deep red through the white of her blouse. Her brown hair was pulled back, which just emphasized the flush in her face. She was absently rolling her tongue around in her mouth, like she was trying to get her mind off of something. She leaned close to us, so that she had a bird's eye view of my cock. Even though she was talking to Sara, her eyes never left my lap.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to stop that," she said shakily.

Sara was the picture of innocence. "Stop what, dear. We're not bothering anyone, are we?"

The waitress closed her eyes for a minute before she continued speaking.

"No, you're not. In fact, I'm probably the only person who knows what's going on back here. But I can't take much more. At first it was kind of freaky, but when you started to jerk him I had to go back into the break room and take my bra off because I was getting so horny I almost came from the friction!"

Sara smiled wickedly and looked the girl straight in her eye. She grabbed hold of the hole that my cock was hanging out and tugged violently, fully exposing my cock and balls.

"Oops," she said softly. "Did I hurt you? Let mommy kiss it and make it better."

She leaned in and swallowed my whole cock down to the balls. She must have been really hot, because she'd never done ANYTHING like that before. I was putty, submitting to whatever whim she had. I looked up at the waitress, who was unconsciously tweaking her nipple through her uniform blouse and panting softly.

Sara gave several long sucks before sitting up. "We'll take our check now." She smiled, adding, "Unless you'd like to show us something for desert."

The girl didn't even hesitate. "Wait here. I'll be back in a minute."

Quickly, she disappeared down the steps and into the kitchen. Moments later she returned, but she wasn't carrying any menu or the dessert tray.

"Follow me," she whispered. "Hurry!"

We got up, trying to attract as little attention as possible. The waitress ushered us past the kitchen and down a long corridor. Mercifully, we didn't run into anyone, because in the condition my pants were in, it would have been awkward.

At the end of the hallway was an unmarked door, which the waitress opened and rushed in, motioning us to follow. If Sara hadn't stopped short I would have gone tumbling headfirst down the stairs. Guiding me with her hand on my cock, we went to the bottom of the stairs, where our waitress was stripping off her uniform in front of several sacks of rice.

"That fucking blowjob put me over the edge," she moaned, kicking off her skirt and dropping down on top of the rice sacks, vigorously fingering her pussy. "I don't care who, but somebody has to help me or I'm going to die!"

I thought that was my cue, but Sara beat me to the punch. Throwing a leg over each shoulder, she spread the girl's pussy as far apart as it would go and plunged her face between her legs. I couldn't see much, but I could hear the wet sloppy sounds of Sarah's tongue attacking. The girl responded to this attention by humping Sara's face, trying to get more tongue inside.

I couldn't take it any more and bent down in back of my wife, pulling down her slacks and trapping her legs. She was so wet that when I stuck a finger in her pussy, I almost slid my whole hand in. With barely a push I slid in from behind up to my balls and started fucking Sara slowly, ignoring the pace she was keeping on the girls pussy. As the girl's orgasm started to build, she began pushing her hips harder into Sara's face. Never having been with a woman before, I don't think Sara had a lot of experience with what to do, so she did what she'd always felt me do; suck on the girl's clit.

The girl must not have had a lot of experience either, because as soon as Sara got her button between her lips, the girl stuffed her hand in her mouth to keep from screaming as she started to cum. Almost simultaneously I felt Sara's pussy clamp around my cock, which signaled the start of her orgasm. I had to pull almost all the way out to keep from cumming myself, leaving just my cock head in for her to wrap her pussy around.

"Uuunnnhhhhh," Sara moaned from between the girl's legs. Looking past her, I could see that the girl's eyes were clamped shut and she had cum so hard that tears were rolling down the side of her face.

"Hey," I called out. "What's your name, anyway?" The least I could do was find out who my wife's first woman was.

"Jenni," she said, breathing, her eyes still closed. "But you two can call me what ever and whenever you want!"

"Good," I replied, smiling, " because right now I want to call you on my cock." Both women looked up at me. "She, " I said, gesturing toward Sara, "will not be having all of the fun today."

Quickly stripping off my clothes, I sat down next to Jenni. "Up and at `em, little girl. You've got a ride ahead of you."

And little she was. The poor girl was very slender hipped, which usually meant a narrow pussy. Years of practice had made it easier for Sara to take me, but for the uninitiated, it was tough going. Fortunately, Sara's tongue bath had loosened her up.

I had Jenni straddle me with her back toward me, and slowly squat down. I felt her shiver when my cock made first contact with her outer lips, and used the trembling to my advantage. I jabbed quickly, and my cock head slid in with a pop.

"Oh God, oh Jesus, Jesus, wait!" she screamed. "It feels like you just rammed me with a baseball bat! Please, just wait a second!"

But I was long past waiting. I was very hard, and very horny.

"Sara, help her out, please."

Sara was like a kid in a candy store, pulling one of Jenni's rock hard nipples into her mouth and sucking deeply. I felt her juices flow over my embedded cock, and I worked more of it in.

"That's it Sara, make her wetter! I'm almost in."

Sara heeded my urgings and started to really work on Jenni's tits. Jenni began to whimper as I worked deeper and deeper into her, splitting her in two. The muscles on her thighs stretched taut as she tried to balance herself on my cock, hoping to control how fast I plunged it. I had an idea how we could move this along.

"Sara, honey, lick her like you did before."

Sara dropped down between our legs and started to lick my shaft, getting the part that was exposed nice and wet. She then lapped at the place where Jenni's pussy met my cock. I was able to slide in a little further, but Jenni was still resisting. Then Sara started sucking on Jenni's clit again, and her control failed. I could tell it was slipping because her pussy, already tight as a vise, started to clench my cock like she wanted to pull it off, drawing it deeper inside. With a final push, my cock was in so far that she probably felt it in her chest!

The moan that erupted made us worry that some one might discover us, so Sara stuffed the easiest thing she could find in Jenni's mouth: her pussy. Jenni responded by clamping her mouth down and sucking like this was the hottest day of the year and it was the coolest drink she'd ever had. Sara's pussy juice was soon dripping down Jenni's neck and around her back, collecting in a pool on my belly.

My poor cock had been through the ringer all day and deserved some relief, so I picked up the pace. Right before I cum, my cock head flares, the effect of which brought Jenni to another orgasm. By the time I was finished cumming, she had passed out on top of me, my cock still in her up to the base.

Sara kneeled down and kissed me. "We have to eat out more often."

End.

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