My wife and I work together in a small café.

I handle the cooking, and she’s the waitress, counter girl, cashier and everything else in between. We’re a strong team in all aspects of the business, but what I love best is looking through the hatch and seeing her work her magic on our customers. She has a way of making everyone feel at home. I think it’s due to her gregarious nature and big heart.

One customer in particular puts the biggest smile on Jo’s face. He tends to come in right before closing, and he likes to sit at the counter. Even when I’m watching Jo from behind, I can tell somehow that she’s grinning at him.

“You like Ray, don’t you?” I asked her one night when we were in bed.

She ran her hand over my chest and ducked her face down so I couldn’t see her expression.

“You can tell me,” I insisted.

I’d never revealed to her my fantasy of watching her screw someone else. She’d never even remotely let on that she might find another man attractive. But there was something about the way that she and Ray bantered that made me think she — and he — might be up for what I had in mind.

“He’s all right, I guess,” she said.

That was when I said, “You know, I’ll bet he’d kiss you. If you asked him to.”

I wanted to see how she’d respond to that suggestion. There was silence in the darkness between us. Then Jo’s lips found mine, and we were the ones who were kissing, while in my mind — and I guessed in hers, too — she was kissing Ray. Her tongue tangled with mine. For some reason, it felt as if we were newlyweds all over again, kissing so passionately.

“She whimpered on the table, and in a flash, he was fucking her cunt.”

Well, one thing led to another, and soon she was riding my dick, her pussy creaming all over my cock. I was telling her how I wanted to watch her fuck another man. And I really wanted to watch her fuck Ray.

As I spoke, she came harder than she ever had, her pussy milking the cream right out of me. I didn’t know if the fantasy was enough for her, or if she would actually consider making my dream a reality.

I found out for sure last night.

As usual, Ray came in at the wire. We were about to shut down for the evening, but Jo greeted him warmly and led him to a booth right across from the kitchen, instead of his usual seat at the counter. Then she flipped the sign on the door to “Closed” and turned the lock before lowering the blinds. She then sashayed over to Ray with a glass of ice water.

I could just make out the sound of her voice as she suggested he order off the menu. I could hardly believe this was my Josephine, flirting with Ray and letting him know with her racy words and body language exactly what she meant.

He cleared his throat and looked her up and down. Then he glanced at me through the hatch. I met his eyes and gave him a nod, just to let him know that yes, I was into what she’d proposed. I couldn’t wait to see him cram his cock inside her slippery snatch.

Ray sat back and watched as Jo slowly unfastened the buttons on her blouse. She doesn’t wear a waitress’s uniform. Instead, she usually dons a nice blouse, a black skirt and an apron. Reaching for her, he pulled her shirt open wide and manhandled her tits through her pink silky bra, unable to deny his hunger any longer.

I’d been holding a spatula, and I dropped it on to the stovetop. The sound didn’t rattle me. I was too busy working to get my pants open and pull my dick free. Because Jo and I had only talked about this sort of thing one time, I had no idea exactly what was going to happen or how far she’d go.

Well, it turns out she was willing to go far. She lowered herself in front of Ray, kneeling on the black and white tiles and taking his dick between her pretty lips. For the first time in my marriage, I was watching my wife blow another guy! I couldn’t believe how sexy it was. She bobbed her head up and down, turning me on something fierce, and I met Ray’s eyes again. They were wide and wild with lust. Jo got him just wet enough to do the trick, and then she climbed fully on to the table and pulled her skirt up. Ray made short work of her panties, and then he was spreading her thighs wide and pulling her ass to the edge of the table.

Ray surprised me. He reached for a spoon that had been part of the place setting on the table and pressed the back of the cool metal to Jo’s pussy. She moaned and squirmed. A lazy smile spread on Ray’s face. He dipped the spoon into the glass of ice water Jo had set on the table, then he brought the utensil back to her clit once more. I thought Jo was going to fly away. She was thrashing around on the table each time he stroked her pussy with the cold spoon. That seemed to give Ray an idea. Before I knew what was happening, he had his belt off and he’d wrapped the leather around Jo’s wrists.

He flipped her over, and she reached her arms across the table, giving me a good look at her bound wrists. Next, she turned her head and my gaze locked with hers. I could see that her eyes were slightly glazed from pleasure as Ray dipped that cold spoon into the icy water once more and pressed it against her asshole.

She whimpered and arched her body on the table, and in a flash, he was fucking her dripping cunt. I kept working my hand up and down my erection as I watched my bound wife squirm on the table. I could tell from her whimpers and movements that she was incredibly excited. These images of her would remain burned in my memory forever as a cherished deposit in my spank bank.

Jo was coming all over his cock in no time flat. She tossed her head back and forth, and her cheeks took on a rosy glow. I could tell from the pitch and volume of her cries that her orgasm was intense. Her body bucked wildly and then collapsed against the table. Then Ray pulled out and came along the valley between her butt cheeks. He rubbed in the semen. When I heard Jo gasp, I guessed he might even have thrust his thumb into her asshole.

Then he released her wrists and set her free. She fumbled with her skirt and went looking for her panties. Ray gave me a look that I took to mean “thank you,” and he let himself out of the restaurant. I locked the door after him, and then I took my wife’s cunt, feeling the slick warmth that Ray had inspired surround my plunging cock. I came ferociously as I re-imagined my predecessor spraying his load on my lovely wife’s ass.

I was pretty sure we’d make ordering off the menu a regular option for our favorite customer.

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