Chapter 3

I was sitting in a booth at the restaurant when Debbie came over to refill my coffee cup. She topped me off and then sat down and asked me:

"How's the second story coming along?"

"I finished it last night and I also posted the first one on one of the sites I use. It should be up for viewing by tonight."

"You have any plans for tonight?"

"No, why?"

"Harry is spending the weekend at his folk's place. He's going to help his dad replace the roof on the barn. I couldn't go because I have to work tomorrow. I could come by and tell you about my third time cheating on Harry and maybe read the story you posted."

"You read it the last time you were over."

"I know, but I'd kind of like seeing it the way everybody else is going to see it."

"Make it around six and plan on having dinner. I'm going to make meat loaf."

"Oh wow, good in bed and you cook too. I just may have to dump Harry and chase after you."

"I'd at least wait until after you taste the meatloaf before you make that decision."

She laughed and got up and went back to work.

Debbie arrived at ten to six and when I opened the door and let her in she handed me a paper bag.

"You made the dinner so I'm supplying the wine and the dessert."

"Dessert?" I asked as I looked in the bag and found two bottles of Merlot. "What dessert?"

"Me silly."

We ate dinner and polished off one bottle of the wine. I opened the other, refilled our glasses and then we went into the living room and got comfortable, Debbie on the sofa and me in the easy chair. I picked up a pad of paper and a pen from the end table and waited for Debbie to begin.

"You are going to think I'm awful, but it wasn't Harry and his fixation on big tits that led to my third infidelity, it was the first two that were responsible."

"How is that?"

"After the episode in Tom's car I went home determined that I would be a good girl from then on. The first time was over some teasing that got out of control and it happened. The second time it happened because I was in a jealous snit over what Harry was doing with Dianne. When Tom dropped me off I rushed into the house, showered and douched real good before going to bed and then I lay there looking up at the ceiling and wondering what the hell my problem was. So Harry liked looking at tits, so what? Was he fucking the big titted bitches? I didn't really think so. As far as I knew Harry looked at them and got himself all fired up and then came home to me to put out the flames. Harry was a good husband and he deserved better than what I was doing to him. I fell asleep promising myself I'd never get upset with Harry over his thing for big tits ever again. And I haven't.

I didn't realize it that night as I fell asleep, but those two affairs that I'd had changed me. It was three days later, when I came back to work after being off five days, that I began to become aware of the change. The very first customers that day were two guys who worked for the city and as I poured their coffee I wondered what the two of them would be like if I had them in bed with me. I never had had those kinds of thoughts before, not even about single guys, but from that day forward two guys at a table or in a booth got me to wondering what it would be like for the three of us. I suddenly realized that I had a hunger for sex with multiple partners. I wanted a cock in my mouth and in my pussy at the same time. I wanted the limp cock leaving my pussy to be immediately replaced with another hard one. I had the hunger, but I had promised myself that I was going to be a good girl and by God I was going to be one.

It went on like that for months. Two guys sitting together would get me to wondering. You know me, I flirt. I flirt a lot. It doesn't mean anything, it is just something I do to try and increase the size of the tips I get. A lot of guys flirt back. They don't expect it to turn into anything; it is just fun and joking around.

Well, there are two guys who come into the restaurant three and four times a week, you would know them if you saw them, and I would flirt with them and they flirted back It went on for several months and one day one of them said:

"Debbie love, when are you going to stop fighting it and break down and give us a taste?"

To this day I have no idea why I did what I did because I had promised to be good, but I had loved being used by two men at once and Harry was working swings that month so I knew I'd have the time. I just smiled down at the two of them and said:

"I usually stop at Tony's for a drink when I get off work at three."

After I'd walked away from the table I asked myself just why in the hell I'd done that and by two-thirty I'd made up my mind to go straight home and stay the hell away from Tony's Bar and Grill.

By three-twenty I'd finished my vodka tonic and had decided that they thought I was just kidding them and I was getting ready to get out of the booth and leave when they came in the door. Only there weren't two of them, there were three. I sat there watching them walk toward me and I was torn between wanting to stay and wanting to get up and run. My pussy had been tingling all afternoon at the thought of two hard cocks working me over, but three? I didn't know about that. Then I told myself I was getting anxious over nothing. They wouldn't have invited a third guy without checking it out ahead of time with me. The third guy was probably just going to have a drink with us and then leave.

By the time I had run all of that through my head it was too late to run. They were at the booth and Ralph slid in next to me so I was between him and the wall. Todd and the third guy, he was introduced as Dave, sat across from Ralph and me. Four drinks later Ralph said:

"If you don't mind Dave would like to join us."

By that time I wouldn't have minded if every man in the bar would have joined us. For as long as he had been sitting there Ralph had had his hand up my skirt and had been fingering my pussy. Todd had reached under the table and had taken hold of my right ankle and had lifted my foot up to his crotch. He took my shoe and sock off and he had his cock out and was stroking it with my foot. I was so hot and wet I thought I could hear my wet pussy dripping on the floor. When Ralph asked me about Dave I said that I didn't care, but that I was more than ready to get out of there.