Every Sunday, my wife Melissa and I have brunch at this Miami cafe called the Corner Perk.

It smells of sandalwood and has a lively weekend brunch crowd. People sit and drink on the patio in oversize sunglasses while tiny bowls of water keep their purse-size dogs hydrated in the heat.

In recent months, Melissa and I had been noticing a waitress named Claire. She wasn’t your typical hot girl — she was more of a bookish kind of beauty, with long, auburn hair and tortoiseshell cat’s-eye glasses. My wife and I had been swingers for a while and we agreed that Claire was exactly the kind of woman we’d love to invite home.

Claire had always been friendly to us, but in recent weeks she’d become flirtatious in her manner, even tossing what we’d interpreted as playful signals to us both. It wasn’t clear if Melissa and I were projecting, or if Claire was in fact giving us vibes of sexual interest.

This past Sunday, the Perk was packed, but we were seated right away by none other than our favorite waitress. She was wearing a wraparound apron over a short skirt that highlighted her slender legs.   

“Hey, it’s my favorite couple,” she said when we walked in. “Right this way.”

We always got the same thing, so as we confirmed our usual order, Claire put her pen to her pouty pink lips, no need to use it. She drew it out of her mouth and dragged it across her cleavage and grinned.

When she walked away, Melissa slapped my shoulder. “Did you see that?” she whispered. “Was that on purpose?”

I wasn’t sure, but I felt a buzz.

When Claire came back with our food, she held the tray high while her full breasts bounced with each step. “Okay, here we are,” she said, setting down the plates.

Leaning over the table, she reached over Melissa to refill her coffee. Melissa’s fingers moved to Claire’s apron, touching it gently, dangerously close to a sweet spot I longed to get lost in.

Claire glanced at my wife’s hand, then said, with a wink in her voice, “Guys hungry this morning, huh?” Briefly, she brushed my wife’s hand with her fingers. Something was happening between us. I wasn’t about to miss this chance. I went for it.

“Claire, when does your shift end?” I asked.

She smiled, but paused a moment. Just when I wondered if I’d scared her off, Claire said, “I’m done in half an hour. I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

“Black Mercedes,” Melissa said. “We’ll be waiting.”

I couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed too good to be true. Melissa smiled at me with excited eyes. Twenty minutes later I paid the bill and left a hefty tip on the table.

Claire met us at the car and got in back, where Melissa was sitting. As I pulled out into the street, Claire’s desires sprang to life. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw Melissa and Claire lean against each other, and then my wife moved her hands toward Claire’s crotch.

Claire panted softly as Melissa stroked her pussy under her short skirt. Claire reclined a bit, her long legs spread wide, making sounds of pleasure. Distracted by the show in the backseat, I suddenly realized I was going embarrassingly slow, way under the speed limit.

The real fun began when we got home. Horny as hell, the three of us hopped out of the car, rushed into the house, and headed straight to the bedroom.

I pulled Claire’s top off over her head and supple, milky white tits spilled out. After my wife undid Claire’s skirt, our beautiful guest slipped off her thong. Slowly stepping out of her sandals, Claire stood completely naked before us. It was spellbinding. Next thing I knew, she got down on all fours and seductively crawled toward me.

“I want to please you first,” she said. I couldn’t wipe the shit-eating grin off my face. I glanced at Melissa for a reaction.

“Go ahead, baby,” she said to Claire. “Put him in your mouth.”

Kneeling at my crotch, Claire glided her tongue up and down my shaft, cupping my balls and massaging them. Then she swallowed every inch of me. Those pouty lips I’d fantasized about for weeks expertly sucked my cock.

Even though we’d just started, getting blown while Claire looked up at me from behind those cat’s-eye glasses just about sent me over the edge.

We moved to the bed. While Claire’s mouth resumed sucking me off, Melissa put her face to Claire’s pussy and began hungrily eating her. Our favorite waitress cried out, her moans buzzing on my cock.

After Claire released me from her mouth, she shifted to Melissa, fingering her pussy, then caressing my wife’s clit with her tongue. While she licked Melissa, I grabbed Claire’s juicy ass and shoved my face into it, pressing my tongue into her hot little hole. The move transformed our waitress into a writhing, wild-haired sexpot. With two fingers, I fucked her pussy, then moved my wet hand back to her tight asshole, lubricating it.

Claire was so immersed in eating out my wife, she never paused to look back at what I was doing, though her hips were swaying a little, as if in anticipation, her ass positioned before me like an offering.

While she licked Melissa, I grabbed Claire’s juicy ass and shoved my face into it.

With Melissa’s wails getting louder, I knew it was a matter of time before she came, so I took some of Claire’s pussy juice, slathered it around my dick, and entered her ass. She took my cock with an audible gasp of pleasure.

To see our favorite waitress going to town on my wife while I stuffed her ass was an amazing sight. Slowly but surely, I eased my cock deep into Claire’s butt, feeling her anal walls relax. For a second, Melissa and I locked eyes, knowing we’d never forget this moment.

As Melissa’s wails neared their peak, I grabbed Claire’s hips, thrusting my cock deep inside her. Her moans turned to cries of ecstasy and I knew we were all getting close. My body began to quiver and I lost it, blowing a load into Claire’s ass. My head still spinning, I collapsed with the two women onto the bedsheets in a hedonistic haze.

After a long, delicious interlude of post-sex intoxication, we got up and got dressed. I drove Claire home and, as she was getting out of the car, I asked her if this would change things at the restaurant.

“No way,” she said, smiling. “Now I have a new kind of tip to look forward to.”

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