A Waiter for my Wife - Sex Stories

A Waiter for my Wife

... the rest of my coffee and then make my way out of the hall. I walk quickly, mostly because I can already feel my erection growing. It seems to take forever for the elevator to come, so much so that I almost decide to take the stairs, but eventually, I'm on the fifth floor.

As I near the room I can already hear them -- hear her at least. They're going at it hard. That's a problem as the door is shut. Leaving it ajar would have been risky, but at least I wouldn't have had to disturb them. I pause just outside and listen.

A moment later and a maid, pushing her service trolley, rounds the corner. I pull my ear away from the door, but too late. She's not sure how to proceed, so she settles for a brief scowl in my direction and then she hurries past. She already knows what's going on in the room, suggesting she passed this way earlier. Probably worried that I'm about to start a scene.

As I'm waiting for her to disappear out of sight, my phone shakes again.Where are you?

Just outside, I say and add a smiley face onto the end.

A second later the noise of fucking stops. There's some muffled conversation and the door opens just a fraction. I push my way in furtively even though there's no-one around. Frank is there, standing in the little corridor between the bathroom and the bedroom, wearing nothing except for a condom.

As always my wife's sixth sense has been spot on. He's hung exactly as she likes. I can see her juices glistening on the rubber.

"Hey, man," he ...

... says. It's exaggerated cool to try and hide the fact that he has no idea how to interact with me.

"Sorry to interrupt," I say. "It sounds like you were hitting the spot."

"He was," my wife calls out from the bed.

I make my way into the room proper. She's on the bed, of course, with her legs wide apart and her cunt exposed. There's already a wet patch just below her.

Frank follows behind me. He hovers for a moment, obviously wanting to get back to what he was doing, but still not sure how to proceed. He's looking at me expectantly. I look back unabashed.

My wife follows my gaze to his covered dick.

"I know," she says. "I told him he didn't need one, but he insisted."

Amy is post-menopausal, but I guess Frank is still not a hundred-percent confident of that and wants to play it safe.

"Be my guest," I say indicating the bed and its occupant.

My wife follows up with, "Be my lover."

She pulls herself out of bed and ends up standing between us. As she tilts her head up to let him kiss her, her hands move to his cock. She starts by giving it a few standard strokes, but then she's tugging gently at the base ring of the rubber.

"Take it off and fuck me properly," she urges.

I reach round and hold her waist from behind. "She's got the most amazing pussy," I tell him. "Don't spoil the feeling."

He doesn't answer, but she's still working her hands down there and the condom is already half off. She reaches up, grabs his wrists, and puts his hand on her ...