A Wife and a Waitress Threesome

I wanted to share a story of a sexy night my wife and I shared recently during a mini break in the country with a young waitress who found herself in between us and received much more than she bargained for!

My wife, Cassie, is thirty nine and retains a beautiful body, even after three kids. With the kids a bit older now, we sometimes like to slip away for an evening at a country hotel where we can fuck each other senseless all night, and play games away from any tender, prying eyes. Cass is 5 9 with long dark hair, she has curves in all the right places, big tits that have sagged a little, and dark brown nipples that are sensitive to the touch. I love nothing more than to tease her with my tongue, sucking them deep into my mouth, feeling them rock hard. Her arse is big and round and she has a neat pussy where my mouth can greedily travel and my tongue and fingers can make her cum wildly.

Tonight she has a little black dress on which rides halfway between her knees and thighs. Her deep cleavage is on show just for me although I know other men can look and imagine her big tits swinging in her face. Her legs are toned and bronzed after daily work out sessions in her yoga pants. I often watch her work out, her arse gyrating as she dips and grunts to keep herself in shape for me.

Myself? I am a big man, 6 3 and although I have added a few pounds in middle age, I have a hard chest, flat stomach and am toned. My dick is big, not hugely long, just over seven inches but fat and proud with a huge bell end that stretches a pussy on entry.

We haven't visited this hotel before, but it's renowned for its understated class and excellent restaurant. We park my beamer, and I open the door for Cassie, checking out her cleavage and a flash of black silky underwear as she swings her legs out of the car. I grab her arse and push her momentarily against the car and kiss her fully on the lips, letting my other hand touch her left breast. I hear her breathing quicken but keep kissing her, kneading her breast until her nipple hardens. I pull away as an older couple walk past, the woman tutting, making clear her disgust as Cassie shamefully readjusts her skirt.

"You bastard" she breathes, embarrassed as the old guy turns his head for a second look. I can't help laughing to myself as I grasp her hand and usher her inside away from the chill night air, into the foyer.

Once inside we check in and find our room. It's tastefully furnished with lamps, a luxury bathroom with jacuzzi and a huge bed with silk sheets. Once the door has closed I grab Cassie's hand and pull her towards me, kissing her, my tongue inside her mouth. She pulls away, not wanting to mess her look before dinner but I grab her and pin her against the door. She squirms but I roughly push my hand between her legs, bringing up her skirt in one movement. Quickly I find her silk knickers, bought by me from a business trip to Paris. I push my index finger inside her and she is soaking wet.

"You dirty little girl" I say teasingly and she laughs into my mouth, biting my tongue.

"I've been thinking about your big cock all week" she replies, a coy look on her face, her full lips apart, vamping it up.

I reach around and unzip her, teasing myself, doing it slowly and then enjoy the sight of her dress slipping away, her tits in the matching balcony bra set perked up. She eases the dress over her thighs and arse, turning away from me so I can enjoy her wriggling free and I watch her peachy, full arse as I unzip my straining cock from my trousers.

"On your knees now, you dirty whore" I say, dick free and rock hard. We don't usually speak like this to each other, it's kind of a joke, but also something that arouses us both at times like this. Now I know Cassie doesn't really enjoy sucking my penis, but she'll do it when we are away, it's my little treat. She sinks to her knees and I lean down, unhooking her bra so her tits sway free. I roughly grab each nipple and pull them hard so they pull up her tits and I see them rock hard. She looks at me, a flash of anger in her dark brown eyes but I am too turned on, so I release her breasts and grab the back of her head roughly. Her newly washed hair in my hands, her perfume scent in my nose.

"Open wide bitch" I say and she shakes her head, playing along a little fantasy we have so I grab the base of my cock with one hand and force her head on to me. She gasps and opens her mouth slightly so I drive my cock into her mouth, choking her. It's heaven, that warm mouth taking me in one go but it's too much as she pulls away and shoots me a look. I slap her face lightly, which she hates, but it also turns her on. The sight of her, open and slutty before me is one to behold. Her tousled dark hair, her full lips, her dark eyes angry at this humiliation, it's driving me insane. Her legs are bare and she is still wearing her strappy high heels, her tiny panties barely covering her pink cunt and her full arse laid before me.

I lean down and French kiss her again, this time she responds, so I grab her right breast and my big hands feel her soft, supple flesh and her nipple, dark and bullet hard responds to my touch.

"I'll be gentle now my angel" I whisper and her lips find my cock as she takes it bit by bit into her mouth. To see that beautiful mouth wrapped round my shaft is so erotic and I lean against the door as she sucks up and down my shaft, her round eyes watching my reactions as I restrain myself from skull fucking my beautiful wife. She sucks for a few minutes and it's all I can do to resist pumping my hot cum into her sexy mouth so I gently withdraw and lift her to her feet.

I kiss her again, tasting my cock on her breath and run my hands up and down her back and then rest them on her round arse, the skin soft between my fingers.

"Go and lie on the bed and touch yourself for me" I say.

She teeters over to the bed and I watch her arse move, she is moving slowly to turn me on and for the millionth time I thank God I found this amazing woman and she wanted me too. Her tits jiggle as she walks and I enjoy the view. Watching as she lies on her back, heels still on and settles her head into the pillow. She has a tiny tummy, resistant to exercise and it turns me on to see it. She runs her hand down to her knickers and rubs her clit over the top. I can see she's wet and her lips are slightly apart.

"I'm embarrassed. It's private, the way I play with myself"

I say: "So you touch yourself a lot do you, when I am out?"

She squirms; "yeah from time to time, I finger myself, thinking about your big cock inside of me".

She's now pulled her silk panties to one side, exposing her waxed pussy and is frantically rubbing her nub, careful her long nails don't scratch her intimate areas. I watch, slowly stroking my cock for a few minutes as she puts on a show. She gasps and sighs and moans gently, her head pushed into the pillow as she bites the soft cotton.

It becomes too much so I shed my clothes and join her on the bed. I rip off her knicker and bury my head into her slippery cunt. The taste is amazing, wet, sensual, delicious and dirty as my tongue finds her clitoris and I tuck two fingers inside her, as she likes. I pump away at her and know she is coming as she grabs my head with both hands, forcing me into her juicy twat. She is suffocating me and I pull up for air so she slaps my face hard and roughly pulls my hair so I am back inside her.

My face smarting, I feel and taste her cum in my mouth as she bucks and rides me, the slippery cum oozing down my chin and rubbed in to my cheeks.

Angry at the slap, I turn her over on to her front and lift up her hips so her arse and slit are presented toward me. And without warning I bury my big, fat cock deep into her. I am so turned on now, I know I won't last so I pump and pump with all my might into her, not caring if she is enjoying it, but she is, as I can hear her moaning and gripping the sheets with both hands. She is just hanging on really as my whole weight pumps my dick into her gaping pussy. I can feel pressure behind my balls so I reach forward and grab her hair as I thrust deeper. Soon I am cumming and I come hard, my cock pumps stream after stream of thick white cum into her from behind as I watch her arse jiggle in time to my thrusts. I make sure that every drop is pumped into her and fall down onto the bed next to her gasping for air...TO BE CONTINUED

Part 2

We lie on the bed together, breathing hard, I can feel my heart rate slowly subsiding and after the fucking, I realise I am starving. It's been a long week at the office and emptying my balls has made me tired. Cassie gets up, her legs shaking slightly. She kicks off her heels and tells me she needs a shower. She stretches and I watch her tanned back and arse, making my cock twitch once more. My cum has started to leak from her and I tell her, calling her "my little cum slut". She turns and shakes her big breasts at me, giving me the finger with a sultry smile. I watch her walk to the bathroom, her arse jiggling pleasantly as my cum slowly slides down her long, toned legs.

The shower goes on and I watch in the mirror as she liberally applies expensive shower gel to her body, rubbing between her legs, a small landing strip of dark hair visible above her swollen labia. She leaves her hair dry as she's washed it already but wants to be fresh after I have used her and pumped my spunk into her. I pop a Viagra just to keep me hard all night. I don't really need them, but for a night like this, I want to fuck her again and again.

She leaves the shower in a thick white bathrobe, hair tied back and I jump in scrub myself down, and we dress again in post-coital silence, smiling at each other and thinking, no doubt, of what's to come. We leave the room, Cassie in her black dress, me in a grey light Hugo Boss suit, light blue shirt. We head to the lifts in the low lighting, passing a jowly middle aged businessman who let's his eyes linger a little too long on my gorgeous wife. Imagining her naked and his sweaty little hands all over her. I glare at him and his eyes turn away quickly, not wanting a confrontation. Cassie squeezes my hand and says;

"Thanks, my big brave hero" with a smile.

I laugh at her gentle teasing and call the lift. We enter the lift and I kiss her on the mouth again, pushing her back against the glass panel. I imagine the security guards getting a cheap thrill as I grope her arse.

The restaurant is dimly lit, with wood panels and candle lit tables, spaced well apart so it feels very private. The Maitre d' seats us in the corner at a table for two. It's eight o'clock and the stunning view of the countryside is not to be seen, but I have my own stunning view. My wife, even more beautiful in the candlelight, her large breasts shadowed, her glossed lips wet and welcoming as we choose a crisp dry white wine. Momentarily I wonder about the bill, thinking it could top £300 but then put it out of my mind as I see our waitress for the evening walking over to the table.

She introduces herself as Maddie, her crisp, confident accent belying her clearly youthful looks. She is a stunner, no question. She reminds me of Cassie a few years back before we'd had kids. She is average height with long reddish brown hair, green eyes and dimples. Her face is wide, and intelligent and she carries herself like a much older woman. Her body is supple, and graceful but her hips are full and her breasts are large, round and straining her white shirt. Three buttons are undone, so you can see the tops of her breasts over her white bra. The blouse is semi-translucent so the bra is clearly visible. Her skirt is short, tight and black, covering a curvy arse, with toned legs below. I instantly imagine her bent over in front of me, and pulling her skirt up over her waist. Cassie kicks me under the table;

"Maddie was asking what you would like darling?"

I restrain myself from replying "her tits in my face" and order my meal with a smile. Maddie turns out to be an attentive, excellent waitress. She gives us time to chat but constantly refills our glasses with chilled white wine. I feel myself staring as she leans in to replenish my glass and on one occasion am caught by Cass.

"She's quite the looker isn't she Jon?"

I pause, the kind of question that can go either way. If I lie, does it make me look more sleazy. When clearly this young beauty is gorgeous.

"She is a good looking girl, yes. I can't deny it"

Cassie shoots me a look;

"You are thinking about fucking her aren't you Jonny? I wouldn't blame you, those firm young tits, that perky arse..."

Hmmm, now how should I answer?

"If I was twenty years younger, then yeah, maybe, but I'm not, and I have a beautiful, sexy wife sitting across from me who is going to fuck my brains out later this evening, so I am a lucky man indeed."

As soon as I have said this, I see a look in Cassie's eye and her gaze directed over my left shoulder. Maddie, the waitress is right behind me, ready to pour my wine and I am left wondering how much she has heard. She is blushing which makes me think she heard it all, which is unfortunate. As I have already had half a bottle, the drink makes me bolder.

"Ah Maddie, apologies if you heard something you shouldn't have there. I was just complimenting my lovely wife."

Maddie regains her composure and laughs;

"Oh you guys can say what you like. I hear it all working here. Sometimes I get the odd wandering hand too. I can handle anything."

As she says this she rests her hand on my shoulder and I glance at Cassie who looks quizzically at me, then Maddie, then the hand.

"You come across as very mature Maddie. Just how old are you?"

"Oh, I am just eighteen. A proper woman for all of thirty one days".

It really is surprising how accomplished this young woman is and as the night progresses, we start to talk to her more, she stays longer at the table each time and we learn more about her. She is on her gap year, and after saving up some money, is due to go travelling in India. She smiles and flirts with both of us and when Cass excuses herself to visit the ladies room, she stays to talk with me for longer. She stands too close and again, that hand rests on my shoulder. After the wine, and a delicious dessert I am drinking a single malt and the drink has loosened my inhibitions somewhat so I let my hand brush Maddie's pert arse. She makes no move away, so I let my hand run over the thin fabric of her skirt and brush my hand over her inner thigh, up and down her leg to the back of her knee and then right up to her knickers, where I feel the heat of her cunt. My cock is throbbing by this time and she leans and whispers in my ear;

"You're a bad, bad boy Jonny" and walks away, swinging her hips as he does so. Just then Cassie returns from the ladies. She stops by me leans over behind me, her head on my shoulder. I can feel her breasts on my back. Slowly, she runs her hand down my chest to my rock hard cock and touches it through the fabric of my suit.

"I saw you running your fingers up that little slut's legs, you dirty boy. Did you feel her wet, young pussy too? You are fucking filthy." As she speaks, I feel her warm breath on my ear and her hand squeezes my balls hard enough for me to feel pain. "You want that young pussy don't you Jonny? You want this big old dick pumping into that little pussy, stretching her, making her scream, don't you? And you know what? I am gonna let you. As long as I can get a little bit too."

With that she returns to her seat, sashaying her arse and in full control of the situation. It's me that is flustered, with the attentions of my hot milf wife and a teen sexpot. How did this happen, I wonder to myself, it's like a dream come true.

Now I should say at this point that I am not a swinger and the thought of seeing my wife with someone else, another man at least, would drive me to violence. Maybe the fantasy of cuckolding turns me on a little, but in practice, I couldn't handle it. Cassie as well has never shown signs of this, or any lesbian tendencies, and while we are dirty with each other, we are both faithful and loving. We can act like sluts with each other, but no one else has ever joined in. I stare deeply at my beautiful wife.

"Are you sure you want this Cas? We don't have to do this. You are more than enough for me. Yes, it is turning me on, but I don't want to ruin anything we have. I just want to be clear on that."

She looks at me, and raises and eyebrow, as if to ask

why are you turning this down, you idiot?

Then her face softens and she says;

"Look we're middle aged now, we can have a little fun and still function. And this girl is intelligent, clean, composed and confident and I think perfect for a night of fun. For both of us."

Saying no more, we retire to the bar area, lounging on a large booth. Cassie and I sit close together and I run my hand up her thigh. Maddie watches us, leaning on the bar so I lift Cassie's skirt and finger her. The bar is quiet so it's just the three of us. Cassie opens her legs and I touch her, she is so wet, the dirty slut and I push two fingers inside to hear her moan quietly. Then with my eyes fixed to Maddie's I suck my wife's slick juices off my fingers. Maddie walks over, in complete control and after checking no one is looking, she slides in next to Cassie, kissing my wife on the lips and soon they are French kissing with my hand on Cassie's pussy still, fingering her forcefully. Then I feel another hand, Maddie's, and she pushes mine away and inserts her finger into my wife. I sit back and watch as my wife leans back and accepts this fingering from an eighteen year old girl. Fuck me.

It's nearing midnight and the restaurant and hotel are quiet. Maddie excuses herself to finish her shift. Before she goes, we arrange for her to bring a bottle of champagne to our room so it doesn't look too obvious she will be joining us. We are both excited, talking little as we take the short walk, via elevator to our second floor room. I let Cassie walk ahead down the dimly lit corridor and watch her hips sway, her peachy arse moving deliciously and can make out the briefest outline of her knickers through her dress. She reaches our door, leans back on it and pulls her dress up over her knickers so I can see her pussy, I kiss her hard on the mouth and slip a finger inside her. She is a litel tipsy and so fucking wet. I pop my finer into her mouth so she can taste herself. She smiles and sucks, her dark eyes boring into mine. She is seriously aroused now. Anyone could walk past so we are quick and I feel my cock stirring once again in my trousers.

One inside I kiss her again and say;

"Take off your dress slowly, take off your bra, leave your knickers on and get on your hands and knees on the bed."

The room is lit by a single lamp, standing in the corner. I draw the curtains and the large room is cool and calm. I take off my jacket and trousers, so I am just wearing a shirt and boxers. I watch Cassie undress again slowly as I touch my dick through my pants. She undresses slowly, peeling the dress over her big arse, the fabric of her knickers has ridden up into her slit and she adjusts them, turning to stare at me, her desire clear in her eyes. She is acting like a whore for me and everything is slow and considered. Her bra comes off and is thrown to the floor. I watch the expensive, silk fabric and then turn to see her kneading her big breasts, nipples hardening to the touch of her manicured fingers. She mounts the bed, presenting that arse and juicy slit to me and arches her back down so her sex is visible to me clearly. The shadows play off her body, almost artistically. I ask;

"Did you bring the bag of goodies?"

"Yeah, over there in the corner."

The "goodies" are her vibrators, some handcuffs, mask and various other light bondage equipment. I grab the mask and gently slip it on to her, kissing her as I do and running my hand the length of her back to her arse. Then I handcuff her hands.