I was waiting at the table. She was wearing the red dress. It was our anniversary. The waitress had been eye fucking my wife all night. I could tell and it turned me on. I pointed it out to my wife but she said she didn't see it and didn't believe me.
Towards the end of the night she got up to use the restroom. I could see the outline of her black bra and thong panties through the dress and was looking forward to taking them off her later that night. Soon. And hoping she'd beat me to it and bring the thong back to me at the table and put it in my hand. She knew I loved it when she took her panties off in public.
Inside the restroom she was touching up her makeup and hair. She knew we were going to fuck when we got back to the hotel. It was our anniversary. She's specifcally worn this dress to get me hard so I could fuck her. And she wanted it bad. She loved to ride my cock and as she thought about it she giggled a little because she had gone the distance and taken off both her panties AND her bra while in the stall. She wanted me going crazy by the time we got back to the room and she knew just how to make that happen.
As she was primping her hair one last time the waitress who had been working with us all night came out of a stall and started washing her hands. She saw my wife standing there in her red dress and immediately saw that she wasn't wearing the black bra she'd been staring down all night while taking our orders. I was right. This little asian nymph in her tight black polo and black jeans had been eyeing my wife all night. And her pussy had been wet since she came for our drink order.
My wife's pussy was wet too. The waitress was sure of it. As she stared at my wife in the mirror she could tell the panty line was gone too. That meant that thong she had noticed was up my wife's ass all night must be in her purse now. Dirty minx the waitress thought as she looked my wife up and down. That lucky bastard is gonna have fun tonight.
My wife was oblivious to what was happening until the waitress spoke to her directly.
"I noticed you and your man seem to be celebrating. Special night?" She asked as she dried off her hands.
"It's our fifteenth anniversary. The kids are with his mom and we love to come to New Orleans and take a few days. It's like going to another world. We get to be a little crazy and then go home." My wife was wistful as she thought of the many times we'd taken the trip down the coast to wander the streets of New Orleans with the tourists and explore all the shops and neighborhoods.
Crazy huh? Interesting... "Anniversary? Wow! Then you should do this." And without hesitation she slid up behind my wife and tugged gently at her top, pulling it down slightly to expose just a little more of her breasts at the neckline. "He'll love this."
The waitress made no other move and just stayed there with her hands slightly cupping the undersides of my wife's breasts. Tentatively, almost not even enough to notice. The dress had only been pulled down a fraction and my wife was so turned on already that she looked in the mirror and agreed, this did look better. She knew I would love it and she wanted to push me to the limit tonight. She didn't really notice the hands gently hovering near her breasts. She was just admiring herself in the mirror.
But the waitress was testing the water. When she knew the pretty blonde wife wasn't going to resist she decided to up the ante. "That's so sexy" she said knowing it was safe to start turning up the heat. "Your breasts look so creamy in this red dress. I know just what will make them really pop though." And she quickly reached up and gently pinched and twisted my wife's nipples. In her already aroused state, her nipples immediately hardened and now they were poking through the front of her red dress which at this point had been pulled down to just barely above her dark areolas.
"There you go. Now every guy here will be staring at your breasts. Not just the guys either I bet." And with that she lightly reached out her tongue and licked the tip of my wife's earlobe from behind.
At this point my wife was frozen. She stood staring in the mirror at her nipples, hard and sensitive, poking through her dress as the hands continued to rub and tweak them. She couldn't look away for a second and both her breasts and pussy began to throb. Then she felt the lick on her ear, and with a start she looked up from her nipples to the face of the gorgeous young woman who's hands were on her body. This exotic girl with long dark hair. Her husband had been telling her that the waitress had been lusting after her all night. But surely he was just being silly. He knew she'd never go for something like that, and besides even if she would she knew this beautiful young girl wouldn't want an old woman like her. He was just saying that because they were in New Orleans and he was trying to keep the dinner sexy.
As these thoughts tumbled through her head she hadn't yet gotten to the point of realizing she was being groped by a woman in public, and her nubile molestor knew how to keep pushing her buttons so she couldn't think straight. She removed her hands from my wife's breasts and slid them sensually down the sides of her body. Stroking her torso and going lower towards her waistline. She already knew what she wouldn't find, but letting my wife know would keep her off balance again.
"No panties either. That's exciting." She purred as she ran her hands past my wife's waist and down the outside of her thighs to gently brush her fingertips on my wife's legs at the end of her dress. "Are you excited baby?" She asked as her fingers lightly played at my wife's hemline. Her sexual words and tone were upping the ante again, pushing my wife deeper into a haze of lust.
My wife could barely whisper as she shuddered and responded to the question she had been asked. "Y.y...yes. I'm...excited." she managed to stammer through as she felt one of the girls hands slowly slide up the back of her dress, her fingers gently stroking up my wife's right leg and creeping towards her full ass. She'd been watching my wife all night and imagined having her hand on that ass, and she was just inches away.
Without realizing it, my wife had leaned ever so slightly forward. She reached down and put one hand on her purse, bracing herself against the counter while she very slightly shifted her high heeled feet to spread her legs a little farther apart. For balance. But she made no move to stop what was happening or pull away. She was far from any thoughts like that now.
The sexy seductress knew that she was going to make this wife her slut now. Right here. When she felt the middle aged wife lean over and present herself she knew she had her. Even with her husband sitting just outside the door waiting to take her back to their hotel room, this wife was beyond thinking about what might happen or could happen. She was just wet and horny.
I'm gonna take this way too far. She thought to herself. And smiled.
"How excited are you baby?" She asked as her hand slid up to the bottom of my wife's ass. My wife let out a small moan as she traced her fingers beneath her tight cheeks and spread her legs a little more as she leaned even further forward. The waitress knew that was her opportunity to push further. "Is this getting you excited baby?" she continued to press, making claims of ownership over my wife to solidify her dominance. "Is my little girl getting wet?" And as my wife shuddered again she slipped foward between my wife's silky thighs and pushed her fingertip against my wife's slit. She could already feel the wetness leaking out of the smooth lips of her shaved pussy. She shaved just for me the girl thought as she dragged her finger back making sure to get it nice and wet before pulling her hand out from beneath my wife's skirt.
She held her hand up in front of my wife's face and looked at her eyes in the mirror. They could both see the wetness glistening on her tiny hand as spoke. "You are excited. Look how wet you made my finger. Oh baby. You're so excited for me." And with that she pushed her finger into my wife's slightly open mouth, making her taste herself on her tongue as the waitress explored her mouth with her digit and began to grind herself gently into my wife's ass.
My wife was having trouble focusing. The stimulation of her tits and her ass and her pussy and now her mouth was more than her mind could handle. And then she felt the woman grinding into her from behind and suddenly it felt just like when she was having sex with me. She suckled at the finger in her mouth and whimpered as she pushed her ass back on the hard member in the girls pants.
The waitress listened to her whimper and unzipped her pants. She didn't care if another woman came in and saw them now. This was New Orleans after all. The regulars and her coworkers knew her game and any tourists would just have a nice story to tell when they got home. As she pulled out the thick strap on cock she always wore beneath her jeans she continued to press her finger into the woman's mouth. My wife had long since sucked her own pussy juice off the finger, but the waitress needed her to know who owned her. So she aggressively finger fucked my wife's mouth for another moment before removing her hand and reaching back down to her strap on again. My wife whimpered again and tried to reach with her mouth to suck the finger in as she pulled it away.
"Don't worry girl. You're gonna get all you want. You just gotta tell me what you want baby. What do you want?" And with those words she grasped her member with her right hand and began slowly sawing it between my wife's thighs, right against her pussy, while she reached with her left hand and began twisting my wife's tit again. "What do you want baby? Tell me what you want." She repeated the words over and over again as she dragged the whole length of her rubber cock back and forth against my wife's wet hole.
My wife's whole body was shaking now. She wasn't thinking about me. Or where she was. Or who might see what was happening. She was thinking about her left tit being pulled and twisted and that heavy log rubbing back and forth on her pussy. She reached down and pulled the hem of her dress up and looked in the mirror. Between her thighs she saw a blue translucent dick appear and disappear as the waitress stroked forward and back. And each time the head appeared it was glistening with more and more wetness that began to spread on her thighs each time it was drawn away.
My wife was breathing heavily now and beginning to sweat, and the hypnotic voice of the waitress kept asking her as that dick pushed forward and back against her cunt. "What do you want baby? I'm gonna give you what you want. Just tell me what you want baby? What do you want?" And the whole time that cock just slid inch after inch against my wife's aching pussy.
