The hostess seated me at a table for four, in spite of the fact that I was by myself. That was okay with me because it was in the middle of the floor where I could see more people... and I liked to watch the people.
I made my menu choices and waited for my waitress. Looking around, I began to survey the people in the room, paying most attention to the ladies. To my right there were several older couples and two groups of three seventies-type women. Straight in front of me was a family with two small children and a vacant table. To my left and up two tables was a middle-aged nondescript couple. At the table for two closer to me was a younger couple that I almost passed over.
Then she moved her arms away from her plate and I got a better look. She had a magnificent pair of hooters. They appeared to jiggle as she ate and I imagined that they were not encumbered by a bra, still standing tall enough to not need one in spite of their heft. I couldn't see the rest of her but I kept watch without being obvious.
After a bit, she got up and left the table, heading in the direction of the rest rooms. I got to see the rest of her figure, at least as best I could when it was hidden by a slightly loose soft knit blouse and a pair of tight jeans. The jeans covered a wonderfully rounded ass, a little big by current health standards but just right by my "sexy woman" standards. Her waist was small, making her hips really stand out in those tight jeans; I could see that the waistband didn't come close to being snug-fitting. This was a woman who could give me wet dreams for a while.
I continued to watch her when she returned and while I ate my salad but then I was a little disconcerted when she glanced up and our eyes met. She smiled and I had the distinct feeling she could read my mind. She took a bite and then said something to the man, who quickly turned to catch me still watching her. I ducked my head and returned to eating.
I felt a bad premonition when the chair to my left pulled back and the man sat down, brushing my shoulder.
He leaned over and whispered, "Hi. I'm Jason. My wife's name is Sharon. She's a beauty, isn't she?"
The last words he said staring into my eyes. I didn't know what to say. I was embarrassed to have been caught staring at her. I mumbled something not even I could understand.
He continued, just loud enough for the sound to reach my ears, "How would you like to have all of that you want? Tits, pussy, ass, anything you want. Would you like that?"
My head jerked around to look at him, incredulously. I just nodded. He whispered, "Well, you can, buddy. And let me tell you that she is a hot lay. When she gets a cock in her, she gets hotter than a firecracker. You like girls, don't you?"
I nodded, my throat too dry to trust with sound.
He said, "Look at her, buddy. She'd like that too."
I glanced at her to see her coyly looking at me, surreptitiously holding a tit as if pressing it to my mouth, yet making sure no one else could see her. Almost imperceptibly she nodded, then took a bite of food and chewed it sexily, suggesting what she might do to my cock by rolling it around in her mouth and savoring the flavor.
He pressed against my shoulder and whispered, "Hey, man, you know you'd like to do her. All you have to do is let me watch. We'll go over to our place and you can do her any way and every way you want to. I get to watch and get off my rocks and I promise I'll leave you alone. You interested?"
For a few seconds, I stared into his eyes to see if he was serious and I decided he was. I nodded vigorously and glanced at Sharon to see her faking clapping her hands. I pushed the rest of my food away and looked for my waitress.
He whispered, "Let me pay our bill and then follow us, okay?"
It turned out that, when we walked out the door, Sharon went with me and we followed him. She scooted over next to me and held my arm the whole way but we didn't really talk. About half way, she ran her hand down my thigh and back up, clutching my throbbing erection at the end of the stroke. I put my right arm around her and cupped her right breast and felt my cock try to grow bigger and harder.
I followed her directions to a nice neighborhood and a nice if small house. She led me inside and directly to a bedroom. I didn't even catch sight of Jason. She closed the door and turned to me, putting her arms around my neck and planting a long wet kiss on my mouth. I returned the favor, letting our tongues intertwine in her mouth. My arms pulled her closer and mashed her big knockers against my chest.
When she broke away, she wasted no time in getting undressed and urged me to do the same. Barely had I freed my rock-hard cock than she knelt, grabbed it and began to lick it, slathering it with her saliva. She massaged my balls and captured the head of my prick in her mouth and sucked on it.
I loved it but couldn't wait to get my hands on her. I lifted her up and coaxed her into the bed, then crawled in beside her. Kneeling, I licked her tit just as she had my cock. Her hand wormed between my legs and captured my manhood and she fondled me while I suckled her nipples.
I trailed my tongue down her body and over her curly haired mound and into her crease as she pulled my leg over her. In the sixty-nine position, we each licked and sucked at the other's genitalia. However just a few minutes of that would have brought me off and I didn't want that. Hastily I turned around as she lifted and spread her legs, inviting me into her love channel. As wet and slick as it was, my thick seven inch cock slid in to the hilt with the first push.
I spread my knees and bent over Sharon's lush body, supporting my weight on my forearms while my hands slid under her and pulled us together. This time her tongue shot into my mouth and she tongue-fucked me while my cock roved in and out of her cunt.
Several minutes later I heard a soft male voice saying, "yeah, man, fuck the bitch, screw her fucking pussy, man, bang the broad."
I glanced over my shoulder to see Jason slouched in an easy chair with one leg over the arm of the chair. He was naked and jacking on his erect meat and obviously staring at the spot where my dong entered his wife's hot body.
Sharon pulled my head back around and resumed her tonsil exploring but she soon broke away, tossing her head from side to side in spastic movements. Then she bowed her back and stiffened and began to shake like Jell-O in an earthquake.
Jason began to yell, "Yeah, man! Go, dude, way to fuck that bitch. Dump your cum into her hot cunt, man. Give it to her good. Ohhhh... " and the sound trailed off as this cock began to shoot white cum into the air. I watched as it landed on the carpet, on the chair, but mostly on Jason.
I resumed my fucking motion, shoving my cock deep into Sharon's soft pussy with every stroke. Several minutes work got her to the stage of jerking her head back and forth again and once more she bowed up and shuddered through an orgasm. This time though I didn't stop screwing her cunt because my balls had begun to fill and when they contracted and started spitting my cum into her pussy, I kept plowing until the last drops oozed out and a couple minutes more until the adrenaline burned my muscles so much I had to stop. Still laying atop her, we kissed long and passionately before I rolled over so we could both rest.
Sharon looked at Jason, who was still in the same position but with his mouth open and a gentle snore emanating from his mouth.