This is another story about another of my wife's forays into reluctant hotwifing.
My wife Kelly is the manager at a cafe. She manages the staff so the owner can focus on the business, but the owner is still engaged and likes to host monthly get-togethers for the staff to unwind.
One such get-together was a Saturday night after the restaurant closed. The owner decided to get takeout back to the restaurant and have drinks together. Whenever they have these get-togethers, everyone over-indulges with their drinking, and it can lead to a lot of fun stories, gossip, and Kelly coming home drunk and horny. Needless to say I was ready to pick her up whenever she was ready.
One problem Kelly has had at the restaurant lately has been one of the new employees, Josue. He's a young guy with less experience than he let on in the interview, but constantly tries to teach all the women how to do their job, acts macho, comes on to them, and is generally really cocky and obnoxious despite his inexperience. Kelly's talked to the owner about firing him, but the owner thought he was doing fine and she didn't want to risk a discrimination lawsuit. Besides, he was just flirting with them, they should be flattered right?
I met Josue at a previous get-together about two months prior where significant others were invited. When he shook my hand he said loudly "So this is the guy that gets to fuck the boss! Sure you're man enough for her? Haha just kidding!" Being non-confrontational, I answered sheepishly while Kelly and some other guests looked embarrassed. Throughout the night he continued suggesting myself and others weren't taking care of our women in the bedroom, making suggestive remarks about his endowment and skills, and talking about other's sex lives. That night Kelly was quite drunk when we got home. She pulled her thong down from under her dress, threw it at me and asked if I was man enough for her. I smiled, picked her up, carried her to the bedroom, and we happily fucked while joking about the incident.
Saturday's get-together was staff only, including the owner, Kelly, five other women, and three men, including Josue. Kelly left the house at 6:30 wearing a black pair of yoga pants showing off her ass and a cream halter top with plenty of side-boob under her matching bra. She told me it would probably end at the usual time and that she'd text me when it's time to pick her up. Their previous get-togethers tended to end around 10:30, so at 10 I started to monitor my phone for the text. We only live about five minutes away so I'm fairly quick to pick her up.
I have always been curious what they talk about in their staff-only get-togethers, since people tend to cling to their significant others when I've been there. Then I remembered the cameras.
Around three months before the get-together I had helped the owner out with some IT, including figuring out how to access the security cameras remotely. The owner put up cameras all over the restaurant, front-of-house and back-of-house, so you can see and record everything that goes on. I could probably still access the cameras; I needed to save the credentials on my phone to test the remote access on different pieces of hardware, and the owner was not tech savvy enough to change the password.
I logged into the server on my computer, and instantly I could see and hear the entire restaurant and even expand whichever camera I wanted to take up most of the screen. The owner had spent a pretty penny on the cameras, so while I couldn't quite pan/tilt/zoom, I did have a very good quality picture and audio and multiple angles of the scene.
Everyone was gathered around a very big prep table in the kitchen, with the remains of dinner and bottles of vodka, whiskey, and tequila dotted around the place. Only the owner, my wife Kelly, two other women, and Josue were left. They were gossiping about the regulars and telling stories, so I figured I'd just stay to listen in.
After a few minutes it became clear that Kelly and Josue were the only ones really drinking anymore, with Kelly doing a couple more shots over the course of some gossip that two of the regulars were sleeping together and maybe cheating.
By 10:15, the owner was calling it quits when her husband arrived to pick her up. Kelly and the other two women volunteered to clean up afterwards, but since they'd be paying for a rideshare the owner convinced them to come with her and for Josue to help Kelly clean up. He didn't live too far from the restaurant and could walk home.
As everyone left, Kelly left the music on and started dancing and shaking her ass while picking up. Josue was focused on her ass and couldn't help but pick up on how horny she was.
