Excellent Customer Service, Ch. 1

Literotic asexstories – Excellent Customer Service, Ch. 1 by HotJim,HotJim
My wife, Gina, and I have always had open minds about matters sexual. This probably stems from the fact that we are very secure, self-confident people, especially in our marriage. During our two decades of matrimony, we’ve had lots of affairs. We abide by one basic rule: no secrets. She went to Bermuda for a week with her boss a few years ago. When she got home, she told me everything about the trip down to the last sperm cell. When I took my secretary to Las Vegas, Gina heard all the juicy details. I believe relating the details of our escapades heightens our desire for each other. I know I get turned on hearing her tales of the screwing she gets. She certainly reacts enthusiastically when I tell her mine. Our bedroom life seems hotter after one or both of us has had extramarital fun.

You can’t call us swingers. We don’t go out as a couple looking for other couples to swap mates with. Chance encounters have occurred. More than once, we’ve met another couple and traded partners in front of each other. We’ve done threesomes and moresomes too. We’ve never bought another man, woman, or couple.

One evening, we went to our favorite restaurant for dinner. Our waiter was working his first shift there. He introduced himself as Armand. He was a good looking man with a well-tanned complexion. When he took our drink order, he made lingering eye contact with Gina. Her speech was slurred when she asked for a glass of white wine. It sounded more like ‘swine.’ After he walked away, I asked her what was wrong.

“He makes me weak in the knees,” she said. “He’s hot.”

“Should I go to the men’s room while you pick him up?” I asked.

“We don’t have a cover for where you went. Also, we don’t know if he’ll go for a threesome.”

“Ask him. When did you become shy about getting laid?”

“I don’t know. He’s so damn sexy, yet he’s so aloof, like an untouchable Greek god.”

“I never thought I would see the day when you’d be afraid to go after a guy you wanted.”

“Believe it or not, I’m afraid he’ll say no. He could have any woman in this room, and most of them are younger and prettier than me.”

Gina may be in her early forties, but ugly she is not. Her 38D breasts are still full and firm. She still passes the pencil test. Like any other night we went out, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her cleavage was on display as usual. Being on her feet all day in a department store kept her legs in shape. Twenty sit-ups a day kept her tummy flat and firm. Her long blonde hair contrasted nicely with her deep blue eyes. High cheek bones and wide ruby lips completed her heavenly beauty.

Armand returned with our drinks a minute later. He made eye contact with Gina when he placed her wine before her. When he handed me my scotch I said, “Armand, you seem to find my wife attractive.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “I meant no offense. You are right, sir. She is a very beautiful woman. You are a fortunate man. All the waiters envy you.”

“She finds you attractive as well,” I continued. “Would you like to join us after you get off work for a little fun?” Gina discreetly opened a button on her blouse to expose more of her creamy bosom. Armand swallowed visibly.

“It is against policy for the staff to socialize with the customers, sir. I’m sure you can appreciate my position. Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” Gina said, “I’ll have a sheepherder’s breakfast.” She opened another button. This time her dark areolae became visible.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think that is on the menu.”

“It’s on mine.”

“I’ve never heard of such an entreé.”

“It’s a cup of coffee and a piece of ewe.”

“Please, my supervisor is watching me. I don’t want to get into trouble on my first day.” Even behind his apron, the bulge in Armand’s pants was evident.

We relented to his entreaties and placed a real order. When he left for the kitchen, Gina reached for her buttons to close her blouse, but I stopped her. “Honey, I don’t want him to be fired,” she said. “That would be mean. We should forget it.”

“The night is still young,” I said as I put my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. “Besides, I’m still here.” Using my fingertips, I turned her face toward me and gave her a feather-light kiss.

She put her arms around my neck. The blouse loosened a bit, and I slid a finger inside to trace a circle around a nipple. “You’d better be careful, or we’ll be thrown out of here,” she whispered. I rolled the nip between my fingers. Her breathing became deeper. “If you don’t quit that, I’ll give you a blowjob right here right now.”

“Promise?”

“Pervert.”

“I think you’d prefer to suck on Armand.”

“I’d love to, but he’s not available, so I’ll have to settle for my husband. It’s been twelve hours since I’ve done anything with him. He’s probably starving for attention.”

One of the things we loved about this restaurant is the large tablecloths that hang down as far as the seats in the booths. You would have to be under the table to see anything down there.

Gina opened my zipper to release the bulge in my pants. Her eyes locked on mine. Her hand quickly brought my soldier to full attention. She traced the rim of my glans with her fingertip. My breathing slowed and deepened with each caress of her expert palm. I reached down to stroke her bare thigh, but she slid away from me. After she glanced around to see if anyone was watching us, her head disappeared beneath the tablecloth. Her warm lips enveloped my shaft sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. She licked the underside of my cock while applying enough suction to empty my nuts without my cumming. I inhaled sharply as I reached the point of no return. Only with great concentration was I able to shoot my load into her mouth without yelling.

When she sat up, Gina’s right nipple slipped outside her blouse. Determined to recruit Armand for her, I said nothing hoping she wouldn’t notice her exposure. He returned with our meals just as she was zipping up my pants. He had difficulty keeping his mind on serving our plates while eyeing her hard nipple. A small drop of cum ran down from the corner of her mouth. “I see the lady enjoyed her appetizer,” he said.

“Yes, I did,” she said, “and this looks equally tasty. I can think of other things that would be just as good.”

“Let me know if you would like anything else,” he said. “From the menu,” he added. He gawked again at Gina’s chest before walking away.

“I wonder if he’s deliberately taunting us,” I said.

“Dammit, I want him,” Gina said. “I’d like to know where he hangs out after he gets off work.”

“I doubt many places are open by the time they get everything cleaned up after closing. We could go to a truck stop and get you a long-haul driver.”

“Honey, you’re sweet, but I want you to watch. There isn’t enough room in those sleeper cabs.”

I kissed her cheek as she took a bite of her steak. “Now who’s sweet?”

We changed our conversation to work related gossip and the weather. We ate slowly, and Armand kept checking back to be sure everything about our meal was all right. Gina became aware of her uncovered nipple. Rather than hide it behind her blouse, she stuck the other one out. Gradually, the other patrons left. Around ten o’clock we were the only customers in the dining room. The waiters were busy setting up their tables for the next day’s lunch crowd.

Armand returned. “Would you like some dessert?” he asked politely.

“Yes,” said Gina, “and I think you know what I’d like.”

“I’m sorry I cannot accommodate you,” he said.

I could not believe that guy. A beautiful woman with her naked tits pointing directly at him was blatantly propositioning him, and he was saying no. Gina took his refusal politely, but I was annoyed. I took two bills from my wallet, a one and a hundred, and laid them side by side on the table. “Armand,” I said, “one of these will be your tip.” I put a finger on the hundred. “If you provide my wife with excellent customer service, it will be this one. Otherwise….” My finger went to the one. “…it will be this one.”

“My manager….”

Gina slid around the seat next to him and reached under his apron. “Have him join us,” she said. “In fact, have the entire staff join us.”

“There are seven men here, including the chef and dish washer. There are no women for the gentleman, except the manager.” Her hand stayed under the apron. I could tell she had extracted his dick from his pants and was stroking it.

“I like those numbers,” she said. “I haven’t had a gangbang in months.”

“She could fire all of us.”

“Can she do the work of seven people simultaneously?” I asked. “She would have to.”

Armand thought for a moment, then picked up the hundred. He laid his apron on our table and moved closer to Gina. She took his dick into her mouth and treated it like a lollipop. I slid around in the booth to her back. Reaching around her, I finished unbuttoning her blouse and helped her out of it. Her head bobbed back and forth as she unbuckled his belt.

The other four waiters stopped their work and slowly approached us. They were plainly fascinated by what they saw. Their trousers bulged against their aprons as they stared at Gina sucking on Armand’s meat. “Tell Sal and Vito to come out here,” Armand said to no one in particular. “She wants all of us.”

“What about Miss Jill?” one of the other asked.

“Fuck her,” Armand replied.

“I’d like to,” said another.

I lifted Gina’s right breast and caressed the nipple with my fingertip. One of the men immediately licked the areolae. I pulled my finger away to give him full access. Another stepped up with his cock protruding from his fly which she stroked with her right hand. Armand placed his hands under her arms and coaxed her to her feet. Reluctantly, she let his dick slip out of her mouth. Her lips found his. Another man took her left tit into his mouth. I sat back in the booth to enjoy the scene unfolding before me. The fifth waiter returned from the kitchen with the last two men. The three of them wasted no time stripping off their clothes. The cook didn’t bother removing his hat.

I moved the table setup onto the platform behind the booth’s seat. Gina’s skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her panties were ripped from her bottom, and she was lifted onto the table. Armand dropped to his knees and placed his head between her thighs. Her legs were over his shoulders. There were hands and mouths all over her legs and breasts as Armand probed her slit with his tongue. Her breath came in short gasps. “Yes,” she hissed. He licked around her clit. I saw her juices on his chin. Suddenly she tilted her head back, and her legs clamped against his. When she stopped shuddering, she laid back on the table. Armand stood up and positioned his rigid pole in front of her dripping pussy. She grabbed it and led it to her waiting hole. As he inserted himself into her, I leaned over and kissed her. The two mouths on her boobs remained attached when she laid down and were still licking and sucking away. She wrapped her legs around her Armand’s waist as he pumped her puss. She climaxed again. Her leg muscles tensed keeping Armand buried inside her until the orgasm passed. He resumed thrusting when her legs relaxed enough for him to move again. Within a minute, he shot his wad into her.

When Armand backed out of Gina, the chef and the dishwasher approached her at the same time. The chef held his arm in front of the dishwasher. “I outrank you,” he said forcefully. “I’m next.”

“Boys,” Gina pleaded, “there’s plenty of me to go around. All of you will get a chance. There’s no need for fighting. It’s my pussy, so I decide who’s next. Come here, honey.” She held her arms out to the dishwasher. He grinned at the chef and took his place between her legs. He lifted her legs up and plugged himself in. The two who were working on her chest moved aside as he leaned forward to kiss her breasts. She ran her fingernails up and down his bare back as he humped her. Three minutes later, she dug her nails into his back. Her body shook with passion when his nuts contracted sending his seed into her womb.

Another waiter replaced the dishwasher between her legs. He went to work with his tongue lapping up the first two men’s spunk. Gina closed her eyes and held the man’s head in place. I observed his handiwork as he quickly brought her to another climax. At one point I considered keeping track of how many times she got off, but I realized the futility of keeping an accurate count. My own dick was rigid with desire, but this was her party, and I didn’t want to interfere with her pleasure. Another orgasm followed within seconds. Being familiar with her powerful orgasmic contractions, I knew he was getting mouthfuls of sperm each time she came. I could only conclude he enjoyed himself as much as she reveled in her own pleasure. When he stood up to mount her, I saw in the rear of the room the dreaded Miss Jill.