Well... when we last left off I was meeting this guy Marco in a hotel and I was the epitome of a selfish slut. I was cheating on my husband and documenting it on my phone. Stupid I know. I thought he would never suspect me but he did. He caught on. He didn't actually know the full extent of my bad behavior. He didn't know I had a threesome with Marco and another girl I worked with. He never knew that I took it in the ass at least 10 times from Marco or that I had let Marco cum in my face and my mouth about 100 times in a month. All he knew and could prove is that we texted late at night and that I sent him a few naked pics...he put 2 and 2 together and assumed we had some kind of sexual contact. I thought David would leave me. Instead he cried and begged me to work it out with him. I couldn't stand hurting him so I worked it out. We went to counselling and we moved to Texas.
David had a cousin in Texas who set him up with a job. No I don't end up fucking with his cousin... his name was Mario and he was kind of like the man in his little town. He and his wife took us to their church and made us feel at home. He was bringing in more money than usual so I didn't have to work which was nice. I was able to read and focus on church. We had started going to church and the gym together after about a year it was like all the stuff with Marco never happened. He started calling me beautiful and we even made love about twice a week. We had a really good routine.
After church we went to a Barbeque at Marios's. His wife Terry asked if I was getting bored since I wasn't working. Truthfully I did miss having a job, but I wasn't sure our marriage could handle it yet. David overheard us and started saying that he thought it was a great idea. I was starting to get nervous and red. I was shocked that he trusted me. I quickly threw cold water on the idea by saying no one would hire me out here.
Mario being the big shot that he acted like said he had a friend that owned a Mexican restaurant and he would hire me as a host on the spot. Everyone seemed so excited so I said sure. He said he would give his friend my number and I could start immediately.
I got a call that Monday morning from Brian from the restaurant. He asked if I could come in for an interview that evening. I asked David and he said yes. He took me to the interview which was really informal. Brian was a chubby, well-kept guy. He was funny and he tried to keep me at ease. He said I was beautiful and that the customers would love me. I blushed and became slightly aroused. I wanted to suck his dick right then and there. But I beat the slut in me back down and maintained my dignity. I got the job and Brian said I would start that Thursday.
David was so excited for me. I felt really bad because all I could think about during the interview was blowing Brian in his office or letting him bend me over the desk and fuck me. I did not give in then and I figured I could handle it. Lots of things changed since the Marco issue. I had begun to dress more conservative. Marco taught me about lingerie and sexy panties which was a catalyst in a lot of our affairs. The whole package. I had thrown out most of my thongs except for one pair I kept for emergency it was a lacy black pair I hid these in a compartment in my makeup kit in a ziploc bag. My underwear drawer was full of granny panties and a couple semi conservative bikini cuts. I think this made David think I had turned all the way around.
Thursday came and I went in for my first day. It was a very informal day. I met the whole staff and everyone was nice to me. It seemed like a fun place to be. Everyone was causal. Brian wasn't there which was good because I was gonna try to flirt with him. I was torn thinking about that. My biggest concern was what would he think if he saw me in granny panties. David watched me get ready for work and he would have freaked out if he saw my pussy shaved or saw me putting on my secret emergency thong. After I met everyone and helped a couple people the manager Freddy told me that they were done with the requirements and if I wanted I could have a meal and a drink on the house. He recommended I try the house special margarita.
I took the meal but I had a coke instead. I was eating with Freddy and he was obviously flirting with me. He kept telling me that all of the customers were going to be hitting on me, which got me so hot and wet that I excused myself from the table. When I came back from the restroom the bartender was sitting in my spot across from Freddy. He introduced himself as Frank he was not good looking and had a condescending attitude. He said he had to find out why the stuck up hot new girl would turn down his margarita. I told him that I was a church girl and I was married and I found it inappropriate to drink at work. After that awkward silence dominated the table. I was proud of myself. One day down. One day at a time.
Friday was a good day I enjoyed the thinly veiled flirting which came from all directions of the staff. Frank was the only one that stopped. To be honest he treated me like shit. He made all kinds of remarks about me being a stuck up church girl. The restaurant was weird in a way. The dining area was all about professional behavior and guest hospitality. The bar was on the other side and blocked off by a wall and was very much a bar. Those employees cussed a lot and the customers who ate and drank there were of a rougher, tougher and louder crowd. I didn't want to get Frank in trouble but he really got on my nerves...
On Saturday the bar side was crazy busy and service was slow. A couple that I seated called me over to their table and started chewing me out saying that I was responsible for giving them shitty service and that I was going to get fired and they asked me to get my manager. I was terrified. Just then Frank came out of nowhere and asked the couple if things were ok. They proceeded to blame their bad night on me and then he said that I was new and he was still training me. He offered 2 free margaritas and they said yes. After they finished their meal they came to me and apologized and said that those margaritas were the best they ever had. The woman whispered in my ear that they made her horny and her and her husband were going to do it in the parking lot. I blushed and smiled. Maybe Frank wasn't so bad after all.
The next day we worked together I asked Frank when I could get that Margarita. He said when I came in as a customer and bought one. He was so rude. I had to figure out a plan to get him. He was tall and skinny and had long hair to his shoulders. He was a sloppy dresser and lived at home with his parents. Here I was slim and toned from working out with a small, waist, fat round latina booty, nice breasts and long brown hair noboday at work had seen due to my putting it in a bun for work. Well you know me.