As we walked along the row of restaurants on the Italian beach front we chatted about what had previously happened in the room with the boy, how Amy had just fucked him in front of me and how much it turned me on to see her fucking someone else, not to mention the fact that I was tied to the bed for the duration.
We chose a nice quiet restaurant to eat in and ordered our meal. The waitress was very chatty and, in my opinion, very beautiful. She had long wavy brown hair that stopped above the mounds of two large breasts, wearing a white, thin cotton blouse and a navy blue skirt, which showed a fine portion of her toned thighs. It was late and very few people were in the restaurant so we asked her to sit with us for a drink.
We sat talking and the wine was starting to go to my head, causing my frequent glances down her cleavage to be less subtle than earlier in the night. She stood up to fetch some more drinks and Amy commented,
"You like her don't you?"
I was stunned.
"Er..." I grinned, the expression on my face answering her question.
"I saw you looking down her top!"
We were interrupted as the girl, Rheyna, returned with some new drinks. The conversation continued and we found out she was 23 and lived with friends close to where we were. She was single.
I sat day dreaming about how she might look naked when my wife's question suddenly brought me back to the conversation,
"How would you like to join me and my husband for a few more drinks after closing time?"
She agreed as my wife looked at me with a grin.
Soon after the restaurant closed we waited for Rheyna then returned to our hotel room. I got the drinks as Amy and Rheyna continued the conversation around the balcony table. I made sure to give Rheyna double the amount of Bacardi as she had some catching up to do.
We sat around the table, my eyes constantly looking at Rheyna's nipples poking through her thin shirt in the night breeze and the skirt which kept hiking up her thigh each time she reached for a drink.
The bottle of Bacardi was beginning to empty and the conversation drifted onto relationships. Amy asked some rather personal questions and began to make comments about me,
"So I don't know how I ended up with that so called man over there," she continued from a previous comment on men in general.
"He's not bad," Rheyna answered.
I was a little stunned by the compliment, expecting her to go along with my wife's criticisms.