Where was his wife for half an hour?

Diana moaned and screamed out in frustration and orgasm in the toilet stall, she felt her whole body shiver as she tried to dismiss just how much more aroused she now felt.

Having just masturbated to a strangely easy orgasm in a public washroom.

Suddenly feeling mortified as she heard someone else enter the washroom, Diana sheepishly got dressed and exited the toilet stall, quickly spotting and hoping the hostess now checking makeup in the mirror was unaware.

As Diana washed her hands she felt herself blush as her eyes met the hostess’s knowing gaze in the mirror.

“You know, if you didn’t quite get your fix… you could.. well… follow me.” The chocolate skinned hostess invited seductively, adjusting her strapless dress across her breasts before leaving the washroom and holding it’s door open for another woman on her way in.

Rushing past the hostess Diana was ready to die of embarrassment, except for the tug of that arousal at having just got herself off. At getting caught.

At being invited for more…

Turning to see the hostess watching from a nondescript staff door, Diana couldn’t say when she started walking after the curling finger.

As the black hostess disappeared beyond the door, Diana timidly followed.

Beyond the door the ambient music of the fine dining steak house was absent, the quiet hallways echoing silently only two things.

The click of heels walking around a corner ahead, and the murmur of a distant incoherent series of moans.

Rushing up to the corner after the chocolate skinned woman, Diana soon found herself able, and excited by the clarifying murmur.

As she descended a flight of stairs into the basement,stalking past stacked kegs, bottle racks, and boxes of spirits the hostess’s words rang out.

“Bitch, Silvy and me ‘av been waiting ages to go for break. Get the dress back on, and let one of us have a fuck.” As Diana rounded a corner she watched as the hostess glance back at her, before peeling off her dress, and hanging it on a conveniently waiting hangar, a Latina reluctantly stormed past grabbing a dress on another hangar and going off the other way to freshen up before returning to the floor to greet and seat guests.

As Diana crept up to the door she couldn’t make out the discreet words that froze her in her tracks as she peeked into the managers office.

“See, just like I told you.” The black girl moaned as she expertly lowered herself up and down on a naked man’s cock, her back to his chest, his well groomed beard and face watching, smiling lewdly as the hostess displayed herself as if filming for a porn.

Diana froze like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car at night, her eyes stuck staring, seeing the two watching her, watching the chocolate brown breasts, a palm full each bounce gently, their puffy dark nipples as if darker icing atop a chocolate cupcake in all their peaking glory.

Her flat stomach glistened with the bounce of a golden piercing, a corrupted piece of jewelry she had acquired that made her hunger for sex endlessly.

Diana felt her mouth water as she watched the steady rhythm of the black girl's neatly trimmed pussy as it revealed, and sheathed the white cock of the man beneath her smoothly with expert ease.

The steady breaths, gasps, and moans of the well paced fucking an enticing choir that further enraptured Diana as the realization she couldn’t stop watching them fuck collided with her awe.

“Are… you… just… going… to… watch…” The naked hostess panted atop the managers cock.

“Or are you going to put that mouth to work.” The manager commandingly ended the rhetorical question as the hostess laughed unevenly in pleasure.

“You can suck his balls…. Or lick my clit… And we’ll do your husband later.” The hostess luringly moaned steadying herself on the arms of the chair before gazing wantonly with her large brown eyes at the customer watching her.

Diana was shaken, aroused with a hunger and desire, she felt her mouth grow wet as the idea was offered, her resistance to cheating excited by the lewd idea of having this girl do the same to her as she fucked her husband.

As Diana resisted the idea of cheating on her husband she thought ever more of finding this skank of a hostess astride his cock.

Steadily sliding up and down it, with expertise and elegance for a sex position Diana wasn’t even sure she could come close to achieving.

As Diana imagined herself ever more deeply in such a scenario she stepped slowly forward, then sat down on the floor, gazing ever closer at the two bodies fucking, until her mouth hung agape, her tongue reaching out…

And her hair grabbed and pulled to the base of the managers cock.

Diana didn’t have a moment to question, debate, or wonder what she, or her town were coming too.

The ice had been broken as her flesh made contact with the cock, her face nuzzling in, her tongue eagerly lapping, and a testicle soon mouthed with the grace, pleasure, and allure of an escort as Diana lost herself to the desire she’d been hungering for.

Diana’s hands grabbed the spread knees of the manager, as her lips and tongue traveled and explored her first threesome with these two strangers, in the basement office of a restaurant.

As her husband waited at a table upstairs.

But all Diana thought about was her husband’s dick. Right here in front is her, this pussy sliding up and down it as it twitched and came ever closer into erupting into the unprotected glistening wet pussy fucking it.

Mouthing and suckling on the girls clit, Diana was rewarded with screams of pleasure and lewd cursing at her.

“I can’t wait for you to suck your hubby’s cum from my pussy to stop any half children.” The black woman taunted as the manager groaned ever closer to his release.

“You better earn his fucking tip cumming inside you.” Diana uttered in response, half mortified she would utter such a response, and suddenly embracing a lewd idea that came to her mind.

Pawing the balls with one hand Diana positioned her other inside the girls thigh, thumbing her clit.

With a contemptuous grin, and a glimmer of spite in her eyes Diana pressed the woman up just that little bit more on an upstroke.

As the cock fell free of its sheath across Diana’s face she dragged her face up it, mouth open, and for the first time in her life willed herself to be face fucked.

The change in sensation caught the manager off guard, combined with the gentle fondling of his balls he swore in delight as the hostess scoffed, his cock erupting provoking first a ****, and a muttered cough from Diana as she raised her head up his shaft, feeling his still impressively erupting cock balloon her cheeks with his cum before she felt his shaft stop twitching and soften.

With a gentle smack of her lips Diana’s lips released the cock, her mind racing with thoughts of feeling it fuck her next as she stood up, gripping her fingers in the hostess’s French braid and tilting the bitch's head back, mouth gasping open in pleasure, before hungrily smirking as the manager’s load was drizzled down into the cum hungry red lips.

As the last of the cum dripped free, Diana brought up a hand to the black girls chin and closed her mouth, before lewdly licking any stray drizzle of cum clean.

“I hope you. Enjoyed the tip.” Diana alluringly teased staring seductively into the brown eyes.

“I can’t wait for us to do your husband next.” The black girl panted, as the sultry look of content pleasure drained away from Diana’s face with realization of her having played out the daydream of doing this with her husband.

Oh god, her husband! Diana immediately questioned what she was doing, rushing to the door she crashed right into the brunette hostess that had seated them, cupping and grabbing a breast by accident, spilling it free of the dress before she stormed past.

Failing to hear the invite to stay.

Failing to hear the offer to seat her husband closer.

Diana stormed back to the bathroom, cursing and muttering all flustered with herself.

Flustered she’d sucked off a cock.

Flustered she cheated on her husband.

Flustered she hadn’t done it anyways.

Flustered she hadn’t stopped to get the fuck she still felt she even more urgently needed.

Freshening up as much as she could impromptu in the bathroom without a makeup bag she rushed back to the table.

Relieved to find her husband just as rushed to get out of there.

Relieved to hear the bill and tip was already considered fully covered.

Aroused by the knowing look from the waitress as she invited them to come another time, and that the manager himself had asked to meet them should they return.