Shared: The Complete Wife Sharing Collection by A.B. Summers

Author:A.B. Summers [Summers, A.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Fiction
Published: 2021-07-08T05:00:00+00:00

5

I glance over at the three waiters now, and they are just standing there near that register, looks of absolute shock on their clean, young faces. Robert is staring right at Cynthia, his eyes locked in on my wife as she sits there, her chair pushed back from the table, her breathing heavy and erratic, her legs still spread wide, head leaning back and looking straight up at the ceiling.

Jackson the waiter is staring too, with a more controlled expression on his face that I think is hiding a smile of absolute astonishment. Now I see him glance over at Henry, the Head Waiter, as if looking to him for direction, for guidance on what to do next, if there’s anything they should do.

Finally I look at Henry, and I almost laugh when I see his face. He is bright red, completely in shock, eyes wide like he isn’t sure if this is really happening. I feel some sympathy for a brief moment—after all, he is in charge right now, and so he’s got to be thinking about what he’ll do if I pull out my cock and start to fuck my wife right here. It’s one thing to have a woman orgasm in your restaurant, and it’s another thing to have a man blasting his cum all over the place.

Now I am feeling drunk and very aroused, and I have completely forgotten about my silly little power-play of trying to get Cynthia to say that she wants it, wants these three men to take her tonight, right here, in this restaurant, with me watching.

Fuck it, I think. I’m just going to go talk to these guys. How hard can it be?

I start to get up from my seat, but Cynthia stands up first. She looks at me, her face all red, her hair coming undone, her makeup streaked with the tears of ecstasy that rolled down her face as she orgasmed. She is very drunk too, I realize. More drunk than I’ve seen her in years.

“I have to go to the restroom,” she whispers to me, and she just gets up and hurries towards the women’s room, her arms wrapped around herself like she is embarrassed, mortified.

I just nod, feeling a terrible disappointment when I realize that this probably isn’t going to happen right now. Maybe it’s a good thing. My wife is drunk and so am I. Perhaps our judgment isn’t the best right now.

“Okay,” I say to Cynthia, calling after her. “I’ll take care of the bill in the meantime.”

But Cynthia pauses just outside the door to the restroom, and she turns and gives me a look . . THAT look . . . and I feel my juices suddenly start to flow again when I see her lips curl into a smile.

She shrugs now, her jaw set and firm, her eyes regaining that intensity, that new fire that burns in her now, in my dear, sweet wife of eleven years.

“It,” she says.

I frown for a moment, feeling very drunk suddenly.

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