Chapter 20

After another minute or two, I was in a condition to talk again. Now that Sue Ellen had left us for a little while, I was starting to have second doubts.

I said to Mindy, “You know, this whole Sue Ellen thing, it’s dangerous. And I don’t just mean getting caught for public exposure or something like that. I mean, this is how marriages break up. All these crazy sex games. It’s just not worth it to me to risk losing you. You’re the only woman I’ll ever need. This has been really fun, but we should probably just call it a night.”

My adoring wife just rolled her eyes at me. “Honey! Listen! You’re not going to lose me! Do you have any idea how much I love you, my sweet honey bear? We’ve been married twenty years. We have a perfect home, a perfect life. If anyone should be worried about someone leaving, it’s me losing you, what with this crazy trophy wife trend going around. Think of our neighbors. Is there a single man on our whole street who hasn’t divorced his wife and turned her in for a younger and prettier woman already? It’s disgusting. They treat it practically like buying a new car.”

She continued, “But I know you’ll never do that. You’re not like those selfish sleazeballs. You come from a whole different kind of world, a small town, old-fashioned values world instead of the corporate rat race world. You love me. I love you. We need each other. We can’t live without each other. So, as far as I’m concerned, if you want to have sex with a few sexy teens like Sue Ellen, it’s something we both can enjoy because I do feel so secure about you.”

That made me feel better. However, I felt like she still didn’t get the enormity of what we were doing. “But Sweetheart. My sweet, sweet Mindy. What if one of those ‘sexy teens’ is Michelle?”

Mindy didn’t say anything, but there was such a fire in her eyes that she didn’t need to. Obviously she found the idea of me being carnally intimate with Michelle the most arousing and intriguing possibility of all. The way she licked her lips, not to mention the quickening of her breath and sudden flare of her nostrils, gave me absolute confirmation, just in case it wasn’t obvious enough already.

I groaned. “This is too much for me to take in one day. Among other things, this means that your response to my heartfelt confession the other night was all an act, wasn’t it? You acted all concerned when I told you that I was lusting after our daughter. But you knew everything! You helped set the whole thing up! That whole ‘reasonable bounds’ restriction, the idea that you thought it would just be some harmless teasing, that was all an act! A lie! In your heart of hearts you’d jump for joy if she and I went all the way, wouldn’t you?”

My wife paused at that, and considered her answer carefully. “Honey, listen. I only want you to be happy, and for us to be happy. All of us, including her. I was totally sincere with what I said about having some reasonable bounds. It’s just that what I consider ‘reasonable’ is probably different from what you assumed at the time.”

I snorted, “You think?”

She continued, “Besides, what’s important is what YOU think the reasonable bounds are. How far you’re willing to go.”

I sighed heavily. “That’s the problem. Today, it’s like a dam broke. All of a sudden, I find myself very, very willing!”

She spoke tenderly. “And that’s okay, if that’s what you want. I’m sorry if it’s seems like I’m doing things behind your back, but it’s really not like that. It’s like keeping things a secret so you can surprise someone with a surprise birthday party. This has all been done with the best of intentions for the happiest of results for all of us. As I’ve said, it’s win-win for everyone! I’m doing this for her as much as anyone. You know how this rather twisted idea first got into my head?”

I crossed my arms and leaned back, ready to be skeptical. “How?” I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know. “No, wait. Don’t tell me now. There are certain things we should talk about only at home.”

I looked around, suddenly feeling paranoid. I remembered the increasing prevalence of security cameras and looked up all over the ceiling and walls, but luckily I didn’t see any. Still, I felt a bit stupid for not thinking about that before. We’d been really lucky so far.

My dick was still fully exposed and fully erect. I preferred to keep it that way, so we could continue to impress Sue Ellen if she unexpectedly returned already.

So, with both of us having the worry about getting caught on our minds, we managed to cool down a little bit. Mercifully, Mindy let me eat my cake in peace for a while. I certainly wasn’t in danger of going flaccid though, not with our sexy waitress on my mind. No matter what we talked about, my head was filled with thoughts about what she was doing to herself in the bathroom.

I finished the cheesecake and we were busy chatting about some fairly innocuous topics when we saw Sue Ellen stagger back into our room. And I do mean “stagger.” She looked like she had just been fucked by an entire football team. The “just fucked” glow on her face was so obvious that she might as well have been wearing a big sign around her neck saying just that.

She looked our way as she wobbled along.

Mindy caught her eye and motioned her to come closer by wagging her finger. Then she whispered to me, “It’s show-time!” She grabbed my still very stiff dick and resumed jacking me off, telling me, “If I do this some more, she’ll think I was doing it all along and that you have some super human stamina.”

I couldn’t argue with that. Besides, my cock had had an adequately long break and was ready for some more fun.

Sue Ellen looked defeated as she stood in front of us with her head bowed. “I knew you were gonna make me come over. I just knew it.”

My wife said, “Go ahead and take a look. You know you want to.”

Our curvaceous waitress lifted her head enough to lock her gaze on Mindy’s handjob. She gasped and stared in wide wonder. She whispered in awe, “WOW! He’s still so stiff!”

“But of course.” Mindy asked her, “How old are you exactly?”

“Nineteen.”

I was surprised - I thought she might be a couple of years older, especially since she’d mentioned to us that she was attending college nearby. Now that I was getting a better look at her body, I could see it was an unusually mature and voluptuous body for a nineteen year old. Much like my daughters, in fact.

Mindy asked, “Who were you fantasizing about when you were masturbating in there?”

Sue Ellen just bit her lip and closed her eyes.

I said, commandingly, “My wife just asked you a question.”

Our waitress whispered, “Mindy, is it okay if I fantasize about your husband?”

“Not only is it okay, I expect it,” Mindy said confidently. “So who were you fantasizing about?”

She whispered, “Your husband. Dan!” Nobody was surprised in the least by that, but our waitress nonetheless found it difficult to confess. Saying those words brought even more red into her cheeks.

Mindy told her in a firm voice, “Open your eyes and look at his cock.”

Sue Ellen did so again. Her eyes went wide once more, as expected, and her chest started to heave.

“Look closer. Come closer. Stand right next to us.”

She came closer. She put one leg right up to the edge of our seat and even leaned over and down a little bit. She couldn’t get any closer if she tried. She was close enough to easily reach out and hold my dick, which I’m sure was a fact that she had noticed too.

“It’s a really big one, isn’t it?” Mindy asked, despite that having been well established already.

Sue Ellen nodded.

“Big and demanding.”

She nodded again. It looked like her eyes were going to literally get as big as saucers before long.

“Dan fucks lots of women. That’s just how it is.”

I was thinking, That’s news to me! Playing around a little with Ruby and Michelle hardly equaled “fucks lots of women.” But I guessed my wife was trying to hype me up.

Sue Ellen just simply nodded again.

Mindy asked, “How many guys have you had sex with in your life?”

“Three.”

“Only three?” Mindy was slightly surprised that the number wasn’t higher.

“Three, because I was going steady with the same guy for a long time. I had sex with him lots of times, but it was only three.”

“When did you break up with him?”

“Just now.”

“What do you mean, just now?”

Sue Ellen was blushing a beautiful fire red by this point. “I mean just now. Like, during this conversation. He doesn’t know yet.”

“Care to explain?”

“I’m realizing now that he wasn’t ... satisfying. We were heading for break-up anyway, for a long time now, but I just didn’t have the heart to actually break things off. But I don’t want to cheat on him. That would be mean. So it’s time for me to tell him. After what happened here tonight, how could I go back to him? He just wouldn’t interest me anymore.”

Mindy asked matter-of-factly, trying to hide her excitement, “You’re going to have sex with my husband, aren’t you?”

Sue Ellen had no idea how to respond to that. She just kept staring at Mindy’s hands as they slid slowly up and down my engorged shaft.

She’d slowed her pace quite a lot, but it was extremely hard for me not to cum, given what she was saying and how long I’d gone without an orgasm by now. Still, I was doing all I could to hold out, mostly by squeezing my PC muscle a lot more. I was determined to impress Sue Ellen with my stamina.

“Let’s put it another way,” Mindy said matter-of-factly. “My husband is going to fuck you, isn’t he? And if he wants to fuck you, well, you’ll have no choice but to spread your legs and feel him slide all the way inside you, stretching your tight little slit as he fills you like you’ve never been filled before. Isn’t that right?”

Sue Ellen nodded, like it was just another question. But there was an array of different looks flashing across her face. Most of them were variations on lust, jealousy, anticipation, and guilt.

My wife prodded her, “You want him to fuck you. Don’t you? You want to feel what it’s like to have a real MAN between your legs, pumping you, filling you, pouring his cum into you, claiming you for his very own! You’ve been fucked by boys, but never by a real man. That’s what you want. It’s what you NEED! Isn’t it? You need it more than anything! To be fucked by my husband’s thick cock!”

The lusty waitress nodded, and whispered back, “Can I?!”

“Perhaps,” Mindy said confidently and possessively. “But not yet. Tomorrow, I want you to get yourself tested for STDs. He won’t be taking you until you test clean, you got that? That should take about two weeks.”

Sue Ellen nodded again. The frustration upon hearing about that delay was written on her face.

Mindy saw that and said, “Don’t worry, while you wait you can suck his cock. You’re going to be doing a LOT of that from now on!”

I was shocked that Sue Ellen just nodded once more. She treated that like an already established fact. That reaction from her was very nearly enough to make me blow my load. I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth.

Mindy also seemed to take that answer in stride. She was really in her element, having the time of her life. She stated sternly, “I want you to show my man your pussy. Show him the pussy that he’s gonna be fucking soon. Right here, right now!”

Sue Ellen looked around, even though she knew the room was empty already and there was no way to see in where we were through the open doorway. There was no doubt she was going to do it, she was just checking to make sure she wouldn’t get caught. It seemed that if she was asked to dance naked on our table, she was ready to do that too.

I couldn’t believe how quickly things had developed! The only thing that made sense was that she had to be naturally submissive, very submissive, and she’d never known that until tonight. She was like a ripe fruit, ready to be picked.

With her head bowed, she slowly pulled her uniform up. Up and up and up. She didn’t just show off her pussy, she pulled her uniform up past her belly button until she couldn’t pull it up anymore!

My opinion on Sue Ellen’s beauty went way up as I admired her thighs, pussy, and tummy. She had a perfect body! She was extremely fit, and clearly someone who exercised a lot. Her frumpy, baggy uniform had disguised what a great figure she had. Even Michelle would have been impressed.

Mindy chuckled as she noted all the rivulets of cum on Sue Ellen’s thighs. She said to me, “That’s what I call a swampy pussy! Honey, with a swamp like that, you might have to watch out for more pussy ‘gators.”

“Huh?” Sue Ellen asked, making eye contact with Mindy as she looked her way in confusion.

“Inside joke. Don’t worry about it,” my wife said to her dismissively. “Turn around.”

Sue Ellen was still holding her outfit up high, and she adjusted it so that her entire ass was on display as she turned around. It was a very nice ass indeed, firm and well rounded. I could scarcely believe she was willing to hold her uniform up so high as to expose her entire ass and pussy mound! What if someone came by?!

I noticed that she was nicely tanned all over, without any tan lines at all. Her tan was between Michelle’s and Ruby’s in tone, as Michelle’s skin was a fair deal darker than Ruby’s simply because Ruby’s skin was naturally much lighter. And while Sue Ellen wasn’t quite as curvy as my two girls, she looked equally fit and muscular, if not more so. I was very pleasantly surprised. Most people look a lot better with clothes on than off, but Sue Ellen was the exact opposite. She looked a thousand times sexier with her drab and conservative uniform out of the way. It was like there was a world-class porn star hiding underneath the waitress.

I found myself thinking, WHOA! Impressive! This was a body well worth fucking! What an ass!

“Touch her, Honey!” my wife hissed at me excitedly. I glanced at her face. She seemed just as impressed at our waitress’s hard body as I was.

Sue Ellen’s bare ass was hanging there in front of me, very nearly in my face. I couldn’t really help myself. I reached out and cupped her nearest ass cheek.

That was too much for Sue Ellen to take, apparently. She fell to the floor as a great orgasm hit her. She let out a few squeaks and moans, but it was clear that she was having the struggle of her life not to scream out at the top of her lungs.

I looked around and was relieved to find that the coast was still clear. Actually, it was getting fairly late and the dinner rush was long over. It seemed that Sue Ellen wasn’t even being missed. However, we’d have a very big problem on our hands if she did scream uncontrollably.

I looked down at her. She was on all fours, with her medium-length, dirty-blonde hair dangling to the ground. Her uniform was still hiked up high on her waist, so her entire beautiful bubble butt was fully on display.

Mindy simply looked at that ass, and said, “Oh God! Honey, I can’t take it anymore! I need to be FUCKED! NOW! Besides, my hands are about to fall off from all the stroking.”

“Good idea. But how? Where?! The car?”

She looked around like a spy arranging a dead drop. “Meet me in the ladies’ room! You go first!”

I nodded, and then stood up. As I started to stand, I realized my dick was still jutting out at an obscene angle, not to mention that it was soaked in cum. There was a big wet spot all around it on my slacks too, from all the cum that had dripped off here and there. I quickly stuffed it back in and tried to make myself presentable.

Mindy reached down and gave Sue Ellen a pat on her head. “Good job. We’ll be back shortly. I need to go take care of my husband’s massive cock!”

As I walked towards the open doorway, I looked back towards Sue Ellen. She was still on all fours, panting. God, she looked so sexy! That sight totally blew my mind.

Mindy was kneeling next to her and had pulled her outfit back down, so her ass was covered now, at least. If someone came in, they’d probably think she’d fallen and a customer was helping her back up. Mindy was whispering in her ear. I could only guess what was said, but I’m sure Mindy was both comforting and reassuring her, as well as filling her head with more sexy and submissive thoughts.

It was strange walking from our little back room into the rest of the restaurant. There were still plenty of customers there, although more towards the front. How many of them had been served by Sue Ellen? What would they give to know that she’d just been panting on all fours with her bare ass on display, ready and desperate for a good hard fucking, just one room away?

I kept walking up towards the front of the restaurant where the restrooms were. My heart was pounding about as hard as physically possible, short of a heart attack!

A wall of mental resistance hit me as I got to the door of the ladies’ room. It’s just one of those rules I’d always had that a guy doesn’t go in there. Not only that, but it occurred to me that there very well could be one or more women already in there. It had been a near miracle that we hadn’t gotten caught yet, mainly because I’d picked the most out-of-the-way table in the whole restaurant when I’d first walked in. It would really suck to cause a big scene now, if I opened the door and some old lady screamed.

I looked around, trying to act casual, like I just happened to be standing near that particular door. I thought I’d give it a minute or two to make sure the bathroom was empty, since most people don’t take long before you can at least hear the sound of a toilet flushing or water running.

Since the bathroom had several stalls in it, there wasn’t any lock on the main door, or at least none that I noticed. That was not good!

I was still standing there when my wife came up to me. Apparently she’d only been a minute or two with Sue Ellen. “Chicken!” she said as she playfully punched me in the arm. Talking close to my ear and quietly (even though there was no one else around), she said teasingly, “What happened to the mighty bold pussy tamer? Afraid to go into the little girl’s room?”

“Hey, let’s not act rash. Isn’t it better for you to scope it out first?”

She rolled her eyes. “Sheesh. Fine. But hurry! The Queen is longing for her King!” She winked, pushed the door open, and walked inside.

I thought, “The Queen.” I like that. This whole “King” thing is starting to grow on me, to be honest.

She hadn’t been in there thirty seconds when she opened the door again, grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, and literally yanked me inside. “Come on, stud!”

I walked in, just as eager to fuck as she was, which was just about as eager to fuck as a person can possibly be.

As I unzipped my fly, I watched my wife pick a spot a few feet away from one of the sinks, and then bend over. She grabbed the sides of the sink with both hands as her upper body bent at a perfect 90-degree angle from her hips and legs. Secure in that position, she then spread her legs really wide. It was a pretty neat physical feat to manage getting into such a lewd pose, especially given the high heels she was wearing.

I’d been expecting that we would fuck in one of the stalls, but then I remembered the fantasy she’d expressed earlier about how I’d fuck Sue Ellen in the ladies’ room. She was obviously in the exact same position she’d been describing to me. I couldn’t let her down with that.

But still, I joked, “Hey, where’s the secret lesbian orgy room? You said there were beds in there.”

She laughed, but said, “Sorry, that’s for ladies only. Are you gonna fuck me or WHAT?!”

“Ssssh! Keep in down! It’s bad enough we’re doing it out in the open; we’re gonna get caught for sure!”

“No we’re not. One of your new sluts is watching the door. Now, DO ME!”

It was a relief to hear that Sue Ellen was at the door, although to be honest, at this point I would have been willing to fuck right next to the front register. My balls needed release that desperately! I flipped my wife’s dress up, which was something else she’d specifically mentioned to me in her little fantasy.