My wife of 25 years and I had spent six months planning our trip to the UK. We were going to see all the sights and enjoy a few nights of passion. Our kids were independent and we were finally getting our dream vacation!
It started shortly after we checked into t nice hotel in London. My wife, Sharon and I, both cleaned up and brushed our teeth before going downstairs for dinner. The water tasted funny, but how would we know what the water in England should taste like?
We were seated and our waiter came over to take our order.
"Before I take your order, I'd like you to unbutton your blouse two buttons," the nervy bastard insisted.
Naturally, Sharon was stunned, but her hand moved toward her blouse as she looked at me.
"It seems harmless enough, Dear," I replied to her unasked question. "Do it for the young gentleman."
What the hell caused me to agree to such a ridiculous request? I would have punched the kid in the head if he tried that back home in Kansas!
He took our drink orders and poured my wife and I each a glass of water. We sipped it as we sat and chatted. I noticed with some irritation the kid never came back with my beer. He did show up and place some pretzels on our table with an apology that the bartender was having problems with a keg. He refilled our water glasses and we munched the pretzels and drank more water, as they were quite salty.
Finally the kid came with our drinks and to take our order. He refilled our water glasses and left.
The food was delicious and we ate like we were starving. I noticed that the water actually tasted better than the beer, so I kept sipping water rather than ordering another beer.
"Could I see your desert menu?" Sharon asked the waiter when he returned.
"Certainly, Madam," he replied, "but first give me a quick hand job."
Sharon and I were both surprised at such a crude demand. I knew I should deck the kid, but I just took another drink of water and watched Sharon. She turned to look at me.
"You heard the kid, Sharon. What harm can it do? It's dark here and no one is looking. I'd like to see you jack him off."
What the fuck was I saying? Why would I want to see my faithful wife pulling on some pimply-faced kid's pecker? I didn't know why, but the idea appealed to me!
Sharon pulled out the kid's dick after unzipping his pants. His pecker was less than impressive, but Sharon cooed and stroked the little guy like it was a real prize. I got hard watching my sweet wife's fingers slide the short distance up and down the thin shaft. I was hard watching my wife play with this kid's little pecker? What the hell was wrong with me? I knew I should do something, but I just sat there and sipped my ice water.
The kid shot a little spunk on Sharon's hand as he groaned. Sharon smiled and licked it off her hand and returned the little fellow to his confinement.
A new server brought our cobbler and placed the dishes in front of us. He then refilled our water glasses. He hovered around as we enjoyed the excellent apple cobbler. After we finished it, Sharon and I both took another big swig of the water.