The maitre'd's face broke into a wide grin upon seeing Jean and C. He had known them since they were in their late teens and he in his early forties. They were he thought a breath of fresh air, completely unconventional in their view of the world. While he would never have tolerated a woman like Jean as his wife, he pointed her out to his daughters as a role model, someone they should aspire to be. He wanted them to be strong and independent like Jean. He was old fashioned, a product of la cultura machista, but over the years he became less conservative and more progressive. He told his wife about Jean skipping over her brazen sexuality and their sexual interaction. She too wanted their daughters to be strong and their sons less macho.
Jose looked at Jean's chest wanting to have his mouth glued to one of her obviously erect nipples while he hammered her vagina with his cock. Jose had fucked many women in his life, but the woman he liked fucking best was Jean. She was wild but what made it even more caliente was knowing C was right there totally aware of what they were doing. He believed in marriage and conjugal love, but he was a man and needed variety. What he did with those women wasn't lovemaking but recreational sex, an exercise for his libido like the running he did. What made sex with Jean so over the top was her cuckold, her cornudo. Nothing made his cock harder, his thrusting more vigorous, his ejaculations stronger, than putting the horns to another man.
Jose didn't normally hug customers, but Jean was no ordinary customer. They smiled at each other, she opening her arms to him. He moved from behind the desk and they embraced. They kissed on the lips. She had a gift for being able to mold her body to that of another. His cock was semi hard, but became fully erect the instant their clothed genitals came into contact. He swore her labia parted to kiss the head of his cock.
Jean and Jose were in no hurry to end their hug. Arms around each other, she asked how he was doing, inquired about his wife, Rosa, and their now adult children, and grandchildren. They weren't just long time fuck buddies, but friends. The entire time they talked he could feel her sex against his. He gave her a brief rundown and inquired about her family and children and remarked she was still as beautiful as ever. She blushed and told him he was still as handsome as ever growing more distinguished looking every year.
Jean was wet before she entered the restaurant, but she got noticeably wetter the second she and the now elderly Jose hugged. Being in his arms with C standing there brought back many good memories. It had been too long since they last saw one another and years since he had fucked her. He wasn't a tall man or muscular, built much like C, but the similarity ended in his pants. He sported an impressively sized cock; it looked even more impressive because of his build. His deep brown eyes could bore holes in you or make you melt like butter. He had the personality of a matador, his cock his sword, the sweet spot her cunt, where he brought her la petit moir, the little death, timing his climax with hers. He was she recalled quite the swordsman.
They didn't want to break their embrace, but grudgingly did. Jean's libido was on hyper drive and she suppressed the impulse to whisper for Jose to take her by the hand to his office and fuck her before she and C enjoyed dinner. She thought it might, however, send C over the edge. She wanted him on the verge of cumming. She half regretted not having him fitted for a chastity device. He had certainly dropped plenty of hints, but she liked him exercising self control. Besides she liked him having his climaxes, especially the spontaneous ones where his mind did all the stimulation.
C stood there like the proverbial bump on the log. His eyes were glassy Jean noted. He was high, the cuck in him inhaling deeply of she and Jose. She knew his penis was involuntarily contracting and its flow of precum steady.
She shook him out of his trance commenting, "C, say hello to Jose."
His answer was, "What?"He shook his head confirming he had been in his own world.
