Welcome to the Restaurant (M/F/F)

*This is the story all about how an invitation for a blunt and a welcome turned into quite a bit more. Included [here](http://imgur.com/a/800Pe) are a couple of sfw photos for visual context. As for me, I’m not what you’d call a stunner but I do well for myself. I’m a 6’1″, 185lb athletic fellow blessed with a good metabolism and an above average endowment. The best way to say it is that it’s a challenge to get women into bed, but with my skillset it’s pretty easy to retain them there.

#1 in black is Sadie, my ex-wife, 25/f 5’6″, 110lbs, flat white girl ass and small b cups but a freak in bed.
#2 in color is Catie. 22/f, 5’4″, 115lbs, well toned legs and butt with similar b cup breasts.
#3 is in jersey is Zara. 23/f, 5’11”, 130lbs. Volleyball player with a great ass and C cups.

A couple years ago I worked in a cool, new restaurant in a Southern California college town. It filled a great niche cashing in on the craft beer and whiskey movement and being in a college town there was no shortage of young and attractive college coeds to fill the service staff; being a married man working there made things quite interesting. Most of the girls found me non-threatening enough to gossip and share secrets of all kinds as well as some pretty shameless flirting that more often than not lead to some pretty hot sex when I made it home to my wife.

At the time of this story Zara and I had worked together for about 4 months. I had trained her when she first arrived at the restaurant and there was some sexual tension in the air at first. She was funny, very loud but smart and a hard worker who loved to banter. We flirted frequently until she eventually started dating another co-worker who happened to be the guy my wife and I shared a 2 bedroom apartment with. All four of us were good friends, lots of drunken nights out were had as a group of four and as a bisexual woman Sadie had confessed she found Zara attractive on multiple occasions but nothing ever came of it.

One fine summer afternoon we as a restaurant crew were gathered together to welcome our new assistant manager, Catie. She was customarily attractive and very bubbly, a great face for the service manager side of operations that she was supposed to be. This was her first time in a management position and that night during cash out we started and talked for about an hour about her fears and concerns as well as the culture shock of moving from the Deep South to Southern California. At 25 I was one of the oldest people on staff (Even the general manager was only 31) and people, for some reason, find me relatively easy to talk to so in subsequent shifts she and I got along pretty well. Never really much in the way of flirting happened but we were always all smiles to one another.

One day while doing the final check after closing Catie mentioned how stressed she’d been lately, so I offered to smoke her out back at my place if she gave me a ride home to save my wife from having to pick me up. She agreed because we got along pretty well and she was also curious to meet my wife. I texted Sadie and about 20 minutes later we were on our way. When we got home around 12:30 Sadie was there to greet us with a bong at the ready.

The girls made some small talk while I did the grinding and packing work of smoking. I asked where if Zara and her boyfriend were home and Sadie chuckled before replying “Oh yeah” with a grin. Zara and her boyfriend were notoriously loud in bed and it had been many an occasion where Sadie and I had heard them coming in after a night out and going at one another.

Catie picked up on this and started peppering Sadie with questions about it. Sadie started sharing everything we’d heard so far: Zara was very vocal and not afraid to share what she wants, they both liked it pretty rough, Zara could have multiple orgasms pretty easily and loved anal. This last point started a new line of questions between Sadie and Catie about our sex life, at which point I declared I needed a couple of shots if I were going to subjected to my new manager hearing all about my sex life.

Shots were well received by the girls and we spent the next half hour in an impromptu game of never have I ever as Catie pried deeper and deeper into married sex life and we pressed back about Catie’s time in college. After a bit we moved back to the couch for another round of toking.

Sadie and Catie were in the midst of some conversation about design and I was taking my hit when a low, guttural groan floated through the air. Sadie’s ears perked up immediately and her gaze shifted to the bedroom door as Catie continued talking. A smile crept across her face and mine as a lighter, airily moan followed shortly afterwards. Catie noticed we weren’t listening and by the third moan she’d figured out what we were paying attention to. I couldn’t tell if she was flush from the drinks or brush he realization of what was happening but she giggled as I handed her the bong.

We sat and smoked on silence, listening to a slow but building cadence of noise. My wife went outside to go smoke as we heard bed springs squeak slightly and I whispered to Catie, “They’re gonna start doggystyle. He’ll start smacking her ass in about twenty seconds.” She leaned over the couch staring intently, waiting until we finally heard the ‘smack’. It was pretty soft but followed quickly by a much louder ‘crack!’ and a moan from Zara. Catie giggled and shifted her legs in her seat as I listened and let my imagination wander. I’d seen Zara around the house in yoga pants and shorts before and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t pictured smacking her ass a few times while she backed onto my cock.

I adjusted myself discretely while the door opened and Sadie came back in. She walked around the couch and sat on the arm of the sofa next to me. I wrapped my arm around her waist and squeezed her ass a little as we all listened to the show being put on. Catie asked quietly if it was always like this and while Sadie replied I took the opoortunity to really squeeze her ass and slide my fingers up the back of her shirt. “One of these days we’re gonna have to show them how it feels babe” I said, tracing my fingertips down my ex-wife’s spine to just above her asscrack. It never failed to send shivers down her back and a tingle to her legs.”

She looked over her shoulder at me with a sly grin and stated into my eyes. The moment sort of went to my head at that point, I reached my left hand up to her cheek and pulled her in for a deep, sensual kiss. I was getting hornier by the second listening to Zara get railed and I just kept kissing, playing with my wife’s tongue as my hand shot around her side and lightly squeezed her breast over the padded bra she had on. I sort of forgot that Catie was in the room, but the longer my ex kept returning my kiss the less I cared. I was honestly hoping Catie would use this display as a reason to excuse herself for the night and I could get a little action.

But that never quite happened.. Sadie and I were locked in passion at this point. She was moaning into my mouth with every subtle squeeze I gave to her breast. She shifted on the sofa as our lips parted and I began kissing my way eagerly down the side of her neck and she moaned her appreciation. Gently nibbling across her shoulder i pulled down the tube top she’doesn’t been wearing and my hands instictively shot to the back of her shirt to unclasp the bra she was wearing. As soon as her perky B cups were free my lips shot to her nipples and I playfully bit down.

It was at this moment that I was sort of brought back to Earth as when I bit on Sadie’s nipple and took her breast in my mouth I heard not one but two very loud moans. Sadie had thrown her head back in lustful as I sucked playfully but I slowly began remembering that I had never heard Catie leave. I began rolling Sadie’s other nipple between my fingertips to elicit another gasp of pleasure and was met with an erotic duet of lusty groans. I removed my mouth from my ex’s breast and when I turned my head I found Catie still on the couch, four feet away with her slacks around her ankles gently massaging her clit and rubbing an exposed breast.

I could’ve cum in my shorts right there; it was a beautiful amalgam of all five senses.. the taste and feel of my wife’s creamy skin, the sight of my manager fingering herself to the sounds of us and our roommates still unknowingly fucking their brains out was filling the room with an intoxicating smell of both sweat and pussy.

*I’ve been typing this for quite some time so I think that’s a relatively natural break for an annoying part 2.. also I’m kinda hungry guys.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4u5oyp/welcome_to_the_restaurant_mff