Restaurant sex Stories

Chapter 1 The Unofficial Husband I sighed and glanced at my watch. Two more hours to kill before I could pick up my hubby from his office and head home. I was in a movie theater, trying — and failing — to enjoy a brainless action thriller. I’d taken the day off to meet my college friends. There were four of us back then — horny, lusty girls who bunked classes, pulled outrageous pranks, and indulged in unlimited adventures...

The clink of crystal against porcelain, the soft murmur of conversations, the faint scent of truffle oil and expensive perfume – all blended into the opulent hum of ‘Perla Nera’. My dinner guests, boisterous and charming, were mid-anecdote about a disastrous Tuscan holiday, but my attention, I confess, was elsewhere. It had been for the past twenty minutes. She sat at a table two sections over, bathed in the warm glow of...