I last told of my wife intending to end her relationship with Restaurant Guy and instead re-starting it. They stayed together for nearly a year. She certainly hasn't told me about every time they had sex but she has told me some of the highlights.About a week after her rain soaked mini-orgy we found ourselves at Kohl's shopping for new clothes for the kids. My wife's phone rang in the car and she answered it telling me it was her sister.
RG asked her where she was, and pretending she was talking to her sister, she said “I'm on the way to Kohl's with the family to buy some things for the kids. Can I call you back when we get to the store?”
Unheard by us in the car, RG told her he was heading out and would meet her there. He'd send a text when he arrived and she should come meet him at the family bathroom.
She responded, "Ok, I can do that, just text me when you're done." and told me her sister was going to go ahead and run some errands and she'd text her when she got back. A few minutes after we got to Kohl's her phone beeped.
I said “That was quick.”
She checked her phone and said, “Not my sister, just spam.”
She then told me she needed to use the restroom and she'd come help us pick out more clothes after that.
RG was waiting for her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, pinning her back against the wall outside the family bathroom. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck as they made out where anyone passing by could see them.
After a bit she stopped and pushed him back a little telling him, “We can't do this out here, my family is in the store. It would be too easy for them to see us.”
With that RG took her hand, pulled her into the bathroom, and locked the door. Inside the bathroom RG pulled the toilet seat and cover down and sat. He pulled my wife onto his lap straddling and facing him, and they resumed making out.
“God I love making out with you,” she told him, “you kiss so much better than my husband. I could just do this and nothing else.”
RG laughed and said, “So could I but we don't have the time for it and and I want to fuck you. After you've sucked my cock, that is.”
He pushed my wife off his lap and onto her knees in front of him, stood up, unzipped, and extracted his cock.
“Suck it he ordered,” as he took his cell phone out of his pocket.
My wife wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and looked up at him as he began to take video with his cell phone.
“Smile for the camera.” he told her.
With that she plunged her mouth down over his cock and into his throat until she felt his balls pressing against her chin.
“Fuck.” he exclaimed, “God fucking damn, do you look good like that.”
“You are a fantastic girlfriend, look at you, your family is out in the store shopping for clothes and here you are in the bathroom sucking my cock. I love a wife that keeps her priorities straight. My friends want you to come over to my place and party. I just got a bunch of coke and I know that loosens you right up. Look up at me, look up for the camera with my cock in your mouth like a good cheating slut wife.”
She was dressed in a tight red top and stretchy black pants, like yoga pants, and she pulled them down around her ankles, used her feet to peel off her tennis shoes, then stepped out of them and draped them over the sink, keeping them off the floor. She wasn't wearing panties.
RG slipped a finger into her and said “Oh fuck are you wet. You're sopping wet. You ever get this wet for your husband?"
'”I'm afraid not,” she said, “and sometimes I feel really bad about it. He doesn't know it though. He thinks I'm really wet when he finds my pussy full of your cum, so I guess you're kind of doing him a favor.”
RG sat back down on the toilet, “Come sit on this big cock that loves you so much and start feeling good then.” he told her.
My wife guided his cock into her tunnel entrance, and then slowly lowered herself onto his fat 8” cock.
“Oh god that feels so good,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
“Why don't you go see if you can find out what's taking your mom so long,” I told one of the kids. “She went to the bathroom back in that corner of the store. See if she's there or if she's gotten distracted looking at clothes for herself or something.”
Twice so far someone had rattled the bathroom door knob and gone away realizing it was occupied. Now someone was trying the door for a third time. She wondered if it was the same person, irritated by how long the door at been locked, until she heard her son ask through the door, “Mom, are you in there? Dad sent me to find you.”
She quickly covered RG's mouth with a hand so he wouldn't say anything and said, “Yes, I'll just be a few more minutes. There was a line for the bathroom, I had to wait.”
“Tell him to wait for you, you'll be out shortly,” RG whispered.
“Oh, that's evil,” she replied as she continued to stroke her married cunt up and down over his fat cock.
“He'll know something was up when I come out with you in here.” she whispered back.
“No," said RG. "I'll stay behind the door and you can slip out, he won't see me.”
Raising and lowering herself on his big cock she called out, ”Just a bit longer, wait there for me.”
“Have you guys found any clothes you like yet?” she asked through the door as she continued to ride RG's cock.
“Dad wants you to help decide.” was the reply.
“Wait for me, I'm almost finished in here.” she said, struggling to keep her voice sounding normal.
She realizing she wasn't succeeding when he asked, “Mom, are you ok?”
“I'm great honey!” she said. “Just give me a little more time and then we can go find you some nice clothes. Just wait for me.”
“Mom, what's taking so long?” he asked after more time passed.
She worked her cunt hard and violently over RG's cock, not answering, unable to speak with anything approaching a normal voice. “Oh! oh! oh!" she chanted too loudly, unable to keep completely silent. ”Oooohhhh fuck!” she moaned, starting to cum.
“Oh fuck was that hot,” she managed to say quietly to her lover. “You make me do bad things, I feel so deliciously wicked and evil.”
“I'm fine.” she called out regaining her senses and control over her voice.
“I dropped something and was having a hard time finding it.”
She quickly pulled on her yoga pants and slipped back into her shoes. She could already feel his cum oozing out of her and she slipped some toilet paper inside to catch it so it wouldn't leave a stain.
“Stay behind the door until we're gone.” she said quietly, “I don't want him seeing you.”
She slipped out, RG unnoticed, and found me, with his cum still oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy, her yoga pants beginning to feel sodden and sticky, hoping that since they were black there wasn't a visible stain. It reminded her of what she'd just done and sent a frisson of pleasure down her spine.
Her phone vibrated and she saw a new text from RG.
Careful to keep the screen away from prying eyes, she read “I'll see you at the restaurant. I'm going to fuck you in the restaurant too, while your family eats their dinner. When you see me walk by your table, give it a minute, then follow me.”
As I said previously, she told me about a guy hitting on her in Sam's and that he owned a couple restaurants in town, but she never told me what restaurants so I had no idea when she said she wanted to try this particular restaurant that it was one of his. And back then I didn't know about the two of them anyway.
“That was my sister,” she said as she typed a text to RG in response
“You're the devil! Ok, let's do it.”
Looking up at me she said, referring to her sister, “She's back home now. I'll call her later, when we get back home. Let's pay for this stuff and go eat.”
RG waited until we were almost through with our dinner and ready to order dessert for the kids. To me he was just another customer passing our table and he may as well have been invisible because I didn't make any connection between his passing and my wife excusing herself from the table. Even hearing about it now it doesn't trigger any memories of it. In fact, I remember little from that day besides the clothes shopping which I merely endured.
“I can't get enough of you today,” RG said when they met outside his restaurant office. He kissed her right there in the open hallway outside his office.
“Oh my god,” she said, “people might see us.”
“People do see us,” he replied, “and I don't care.”
They continued to make out much longer than my wife felt was safe, and in her fear of being caught she took RG's hand and pulled him into the office he had fucked her in many times before.
He lifted her onto his office desk and with her help, tugged her yoga pants down around her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and shed her pants, opening her legs for him. He pushed his cock into her wet cunt and fucked her.
“I'm glad I came to the restaurant,” she said, “I've been extremely horny lately.”
“What about your husband?” he asked.
“Oh god,” she said, “I love him, but he can't fuck me like you do.”
“Do you need me to hurry?” he said, “so he doesn't get suspicious.”
“No," she replied, ”let him wait, I'll tell him the women's was occupied and the women in front of me were taking forever.”
“Good,” he replied, “because I don't want to stop."
“God I love you,” he told her.
“I love you too baby,” was her reply. “If I wasn't married, didn't have a family...” she trailed off as he fucked his big cock into her married cunt.
“Move in with me.” he told my my wife as he continued to fuck her.
“Not fair to say that now, you're catching me at a weak moment.”
“You said you love me,” he replied, “move in with me.”
”OK,” she moaned, “OK, yes, I'll try it, but only try.”
“What does that mean?” he countered
“My husband's company is sending him to Canada for three weeks and the kids are going to spend a couple weeks with their grandparents. I'll try it then and we'll see, but don't expect me to leave my family.”
As he continued fucking my wife he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and began to take more video.
“You love my cock?” he asked, “You love me?”
"Tell the camera." he commanded when she remained silent.
“No!” was her terse reply.
“Say it, come on say it,” he commanded again, “you know you do, you know you want to.”
“What is it with you and video?” she questioned. “OK, but you can't show this to anyone, ANYONE.”
“Of course,” he replied, ready to tell her whatever she needed to hear to get her to do it.
“I love your cock,” she said.
“More than your husband's?” he prodded.
“Oh my god yes, you know I do!” was her reply.
“And the rest of it,” he prompted “tell me, tell the camera.”
“I love you too.”
“More than your husband?” he prodded.
“Not going there,” she replied with detectable irritation in her voice.
“Then tell the rest of it, tell the camera the rest of it,” he ordered her.
“What? What rest of it?” she asked.
“That you promise to move in with me for a couple weeks and see how it goes.”
“I didn't promise that,” she said, “I proposed it.”
“Promise it. Promise the camera.”
She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss as his cock pounded into her married cunt with relentless vigor, her video admissions and the thought of that two weeks with her about to drive him over the edge. The camera in his hand fell to his side, it still recorded audio but the picture was now just the top of the desk he was fucking her on. She pushed her tongue into his mouth caressing his tongue.
Then she interrupted the kiss and said, “I promise baby,” and he violently erupted inside her, completely spent.
She pulled her pants back on and slipped into her shoes. RG sat slumped with his back against the desk, his trousers still open and his softening cock glistening with her juices.
As he began to regain his composure, she said, "Just so you know, I've stopped taking the pill. See you next week."
She exited before he could muster a response.
