Adrisa, lying on her back, on the moderately price hotel bed, turned her head to the side and smiled at me…a pleasured and gloating smile.
Her knees are still bent and pointing up. Her bare heels still pulled in. Her legs still spread in those impossible, ballet splits she can manage.
Her right hand still holding the waitress’ face between her powerful thighs.
Not relaxed.
Though she bucked, gasped, and clearly came…Adrisa didn’t loosen her grip…just shifted her hold.
The waitress, “Amanda,” “Amy,” “Avery,” or whatever has to endure our lovers’ look. Our silent “I love you/I told you so/You win” smiles from across the room. Amanda/Amy/Avery/Whatever doesn’t notice our exchange. She is deaf, blind, and dumb…wrapped in legs, girl-cum on her nose…tongue deep…gently licking my wife’s ass. Adrisa likes that after she cums…when she is feeling bitchy and bossy.
Amanda/Amy/Avery/Whatever could leave. It isn’t like we’re forcing her to stay in this hotel room. But she doesn’t leave. She stays, obedient and submissive. She seems to be accepting her punishment. Hours before, at the restaurant, she wouldn’t stop flirting with me. It was blatant. I flirted back. It was also blatant. Adrisa sneered and wrote my phone number and our room number on the check.
Hours after. A bottle or two of wine after. The waitress, who was so caught up in me then, can’t breathe without inhaling my wife. And I, who was so enamored with the pretty waitress and her cute butt, must watch as my wife has all the fun.
Adrisa tied me to a chair. I can’t even jack off.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/347ab4/the_waitress_ffmfemlezdom