The Mountain Restaurant

Thank you for taking the time to read this story, it is fictional and a request fulfillment of a friend in RLC who happens to be one of the main characters! Hope you enjoy and if you have a request or want to be included in a future story, please let me know.

Part One: Intro to Lyssa and Jack

We were married over ten years ago, I'm in my mid-thirties now and Jack is in his early forties, we decided to make a significant change in how we lived. Our new journey started when Jack proposed the idea of buying a small seasonal restaurant tucked away in the mountains of British Columbia, Canada. At first, I was hesitant, but after seeing the quaint restaurant for myself I fell in love with it. I also saw the excitement in my husband's face so agreed. It was a lot of work, especially when the weather warmed up and there were more tourists exploring the beautiful hiking and biking paths, but it was definitely worth the effort, and we got to meet some interesting people.

It's been three years, business has been stable, and we're both enjoying owning the restaurant. We've been looking at how to attract new customers and make our regulars stay happy and keep them coming back. After sharing some ideas, including investing into some new kitchen equipment and offering a couple of new menu items, Jack suggested something that made me laugh and think he was joking but later realized he was dead serious about. I came to that conclusion while we were in bed, and he mentioned it again.

"Seriously, we should have sexy uniforms for the servers. Our customer are mostly guys, and sex sells, at least that it what everyone says." He said to me in a ragged voice while looking up into my eyes.

It took me a moment, but I slowly stopped riding his cock, I sat flat on top of him, grinding down gently with the intent of being in control of this conversation. I let out a little moan because he did feel great fully inside me but then I asked him about it.

"Is this just your way of seeing me get hit on by guys, or get you off thinking about Angie and Val in slutty little outfits too?" I asked while dragging my nails over his bare chest.

"Can't lie, both of those things are true. But you see it in all the popular place, the servers are showing off their bodies and you have a great fucking body baby." He answered and gave my ass a firm squeeze.

One of the games we like to play is for me to dress sexy and flirt with other men while he watches, Jack is a true voyeur at heart, and I like to play the role of temptress for him. It has led to a lot of sex filled nights after teasing some very horny men. Now his ultimate fantasy is to see me with another man, men or couple. He has shared some of his deepest fantasies in the heat of the moment, so I know what he likes and if there are any lines not to cross.

I laid flat on top of him, my hot breath on his neck and bare breasts pressed into his chest. I whispered in his ear, "if I'm going to do it, I want you to pick a uniform that really shows me off. I know Val and Angie will be up for it too., they love the attention."

Jack grinned at me, he wrapped one arm around my back and held me down tight to his body. His other hand slipped onto my ass, his fingers digging into my cheek and he started thrusting up inside me hard. I moaned in his ear as he pumped faster and faster. I loved how it felt, being held in place and fucked relentlessly by him. He grunted loudly, I could feel his cock deep inside me working like a piston. It did not take long for me to feel my orgasm build, my juices covering his cock and running down my thighs while my body tightened in his arms.

"I'm cumming." I moaned.

Jack gave my ass a sharp smack making me squeal, he laughed and gripped my cheek again.

"Every guy in the restaurant will want a piece of this." He said crudely making me tremble more. It was rare that he would speak like that, but I loved it while we were having sex.

I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing growing more erratic, "that's it, cum for me. Just think about what those men will want to do as I serve them. I bet they touch me, maybe I'll even get an offer I can't refuse."

I felt Jack's urgency pick up. I looked at him and his eyes were closed, I could imagine what he was picturing. His body flexed and I felt him erupt. I let out a loud gasp as he shot deep inside me. His fingers again digging into my cheek as he gave me some very powerful short thrusts until he was completed finished.

"Guess we're doing the sexy uniforms." I spat out before we both broke laughing.

Part Two: Opening Day

The mountain air was thin and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and distant snowmelt. I pulled my blonde hair back into a sleek ponytail before finishing wiping down the last of the tables. Angie and Val were long gone, given we only had a few customers throughout the day we sent them home early. Both were more than happy to wear the new uniforms Jack and I talked about, and they teased my husband for being a perv to his chagrin. He really wasn't expecting them to be so vocal, but it was all in good fun and I really enjoyed seeing him be so uncomfortable.

The outfit was actually very basic but sexy. The blouse was short sleeved, light pink in colour and very tight, the goal was to obviously show off our breasts and it succeeded. The top strained to contain my 36B's and worked overtime trying to hold in Val's DD's. As an unexpected bonus under direct light the material was even somewhat see-thru. I only noticed when I stepped into the washroom and while looking in the mirror could see the flower pattern of my bra. The skirt was short and white, it was barely long enough to cover my ass and no doubt when I bent over or moved a certain way my panties were visible. The most uncomfortable part of the uniform were the bright pink heels, four inch stilettoes that made our legs look longer and pushed our asses up higher but they screamed sex.

"See you at home." Jack called out to me appearing from the kitchen.

I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly stood straight from wiping the last table. He was grinning from ear to ear, clearly appreciating how I looked.

"I know what you're thinking, you pervert!" I teased, unbuttoning one of the buttons of my top.

"Can't wait to see you at home, I'm going to show you how much I like the uniform." He told me with a wink. Jack had to leave early to pick up a few things for the restaurant from a supplier leaving me to close.

I finished tidying up in the restaurant, and was headed toward the kitchen when the front door swung open, and a burst of cool air rushed in. I winced, I hadn't locked the door or flipped the sign to closed. I looked to see who came in, partially hoping they would look and assume we were closed. There was a man, tall (6') and muscular, with a dusting of dirt on his bike gear. I saw he had leaned his bike against the wall just outside the door. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he scanned the room and rested on me. He approached the counter where I was standing.

"Looks like I'm just in time," he said with a bright smile that could have melted polar ice caps. His voice was deep, rich and I found him quite obnoxious for not changing his mind about ordering.

I've never been accused of having a good poker face, I raised an eyebrow as if questioning if he was serious, my hands still holding the damp cloth.

"I guess you're lucky I was about to close up."

He boldly stepped up close to me, abnormally close, I could see his muscles beneath his tight shirt. "Lucky me," he said, his gaze drifting down from my eyes to my cleavage. "My name is Anders."

The way he looked at me made me uneasy, there was no mistaking what he was thinking. I also realized my bra was showing, having been teasing my husband but not doing my top back up. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he continued to map every square inch of my body with his eyes. I took a moment to notice his rugged good looks and the way his bike shorts hugged his powerful thighs. I thought of Jack at that moment, wishing he was here to see me in a flustered state with this man.

"You can sit over here" I said to him in as calm a voice as I could muster. "You should know the menu is limited since I was about to close."

He followed behind me as I led him to the big window table, I had no doubt he was staring at my ass as we moved. My heels clicked loudly across the hardwood, it sounded ridiculous being that we were the only two people in the building. He brushed against me as he took a seat at the table. His brazenness was crazy to me, but it was what made me take his order instead of shuttering for the day.

"What can I get you?" I asked handing him our menu.

Anders let out a sigh as he scanned it, his eyes didn't focus on the sheet for long, instead returning to me standing in front of him. I'll have the special," he said with a wry smile. "I bet the special is delicious."

The way he said it, it was filled with sexual innuendo and it made my heart race, but it was how he casually brushed his hand against my thigh that made me freeze. I tried to tell myself it was just harmless flirting, but something about him was intoxicating. There was nothing innocent about the flirting, it was pure hunger and lust in his eyes.

"I'll see what there is." I finally managed to say and turned away.

But before I could walk away, Anders grabbed my wrist gently. "And I'll have a piece of that cake for dessert," he said, his voice a low growl.

I was breathless, a hitch in my throat. The man should have repulsed me, his invasion of my personal space alone and now his vulgar remark. I would have been justified to slap his hand away but instead I laughed like an idiotic teenage girl.

"You are a beautiful woman."

"I'm married." I blurted out awkwardly knowing the situation was spinning way out of control.

He squeezed my wrist, "I know, I see the ring on your finger." He said with a chuckle.

I was stunned and didn't know what to say. He kept talking to me, mixing nice compliments with raunchy comments about my body effortlessly. With every passing moment I felt weaker and less able to resist. Again, Jack came into my mind, he would be loving this especially with how I had zero control. The security camera in the corner of the room caught my eye, if Jack were to watch the recording, he could see everything that was going on. I felt a wave of adrenaline rush through me at the thought of it and then it hit me. I could fulfill Jack's greatest fantasy with this stranger and Jack could watch it all thanks to the security camera. All I had to do was give in to him.

"I don't care if you're married, I want to fuck you not steal you away and marry you myself."

I almost fainted, he was so crude yet brutally honest. His other hand snuck around to my hip, and he pulled me in. I stumbled as I lost balance, he positioned me right in front of himself. The heat between us was palpable, and I could see his impressive bulge growing in his spandex shorts. I wanted to reach into his lap and play with his cock.

"Now answer me, is this fine ass on the menu or not?" he asked boldly groping my ass. "I promise to leave you a very generous tip."

That red line was about to be crossed, his hands were strong and the way he gripped me made me weak at the knees. I was feeling a deep undeniable thrill. I glanced toward the camera again as his fingers continued digging into my bottom. I don't know why but I looked straight at the little blinking red light and smiled.

I took a deep breath, steadied my voice as best as I could, "my ass is the special."

Anders nodded his head, impressed with my response.

"I bet it's the best thing on the menu." He smiled at my smugly, leaned back in his chair with his legs spread apart and I watched in fascination as he pulled his cock from his shorts and started stroking it. "Look at how hard you make me."

I knew I was going to be just one of many notches on his belt and I was happy to be the latest conquest. He got up from the chair, his cock standing straight out at me.

"Looks like I brought the meat, just need your buns."

It was such a cheesy line, I rolled my eyes and was about to tell him how bad it was, but then her suddenly spun me around. I felt one of his hands grip the back of my neck and the other my hip. I let out a gasp as he bent me over the hard table roughly. I instinctively gripped the sides of the table as he kept me in that position. He lifted my skirt up exposing my ass clad in tiny, flowered panties. I swear he growled as he caressed and squeezed me. His grip on my neck was so firm, I could not move even if I wanted to. I could at least face the camera. He yanked at my panties until they were on the floor, and I stepped out of them. He kicked at my heels forcing my legs wider apart.

"Such a hot piece of ass." He mumbled as he brought his hand up high and then down on my cheek making me squeal loudly. "You fuck'n like that don't you?" He did it again, and again, and again.

My skin burned and went bright red, my eyes watered but I was enjoying the humiliation of being spanked over the table. Being recorded on camera only made me wetter. Anders lined his cock up to my pussy, rubbed the head up and down between my lips teasing me. I groaned as I felt the head start to push inside me and then pull out. I took a deep breath feeling him finally enter me, I raised up on my toes as Anders slid his cock deeper in my pussy. I don't know if it was his cock or that it was a man other than Jack, but he felt amazing. When he pulled back and slammed into me, burying his full length I melted, and he knew I was his to use as he pleased. His thrusts were long and deliberate to start, each stroke had the intention of owning my body in that moment.

"This pussy is nice and tight, and so wet. You must have wanted my cock as soon as you saw me." He said to me while starting to fuck me faster.

I stared at the camera. It would be amazing for Jack to be able to see my face while he watched the video later. Anders started thrusting harder, I moaned loudly as his cock slid in and out. He crushed me against the wood table, the sound of his body smacking against mine filled the room. He let go of his grip on my neck and held my hips with both hands. I didn't move, he pounded my pussy roughly, the table shifted on the floor with every movement. He fucked me like a slut.

"I bet you get a lot of tips showing off this ass, every guy must want to fuck you."

I couldn't answer him. My breathing was laboured and my body flexed. I cried out as I strained over the table, he was making me cum. Anders laughed knowing what he had been able to do. He buried his cock inside me, and ground against me from behind. His body lifted me up from the floor as he made me cum again. He filled me up so much, and as he moved his hips sensations shot through my whole body.

"I'm going to have some of this cake now." He said coldly in my ear, and I knew I was in for a whole new experience.

I swallowed hard as he pulled out of my pussy, his cock slick from my juices. Anal was not something I did often with Jack, only when in certain moods but I was not going to deny Anders.

I gasped when he spread my cheeks, and I felt the tip of his cock push at my tight hole. He added some pressure, and I felt him inch inside me. I grimaced as he felt so big, I smacked the table with my palms as he pushed a little deeper. He ran is hands over my back surprisingly gently and told me to take some deep breaths and try to relax. I tried to do it, and he held still inside me for a little. I squirmed to get used to the feeling and found myself rocking back against him to his delight.

"Girl likes it in the ass." He commented as I was literally fucking myself with his cock. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, and thankfully he was letting me get used to it. I tried to imagine what Jack would think of seeing his wife grinding back on another man with his cock deep inside her ass.

I felt Anders give a little more of a thrust and he pushed in deeper. My eyes widened, my body was in shock at the feeling. His hands rest on my shoulders and fingers dug in. I cried out again, this time from him slamming his cock into me. My time to relax was gone, he was fucking me like an animal. My ass was his, he owned it. He wrapped my ponytail around his left hand and snapped my head back.

"This is the tightest ass I've ever fucked. Your husband is a lucky man."

I had never been fucked like this, so rough and raw. It hurt, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by pleasure. I was totally lost in the moment, my body responding to him in a way I didn't understand. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was even louder than before.

"Oh god," I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut as he released my shoulder and reached under me, finding my clit and rubbing it. The man knew how to manipulate a woman's body.

Anders leaned over me, his breath hot in my ear. "I'm going to tell all my friends to come here and order the special."

All I could do was grunt and groan, my body shook violently as I came again. He pressed hard on my clit while driving that cock in and out of my ass. Then he pinched my clit and I squirted. It was a first, I had never done that before. Anders was almost as shocked as I was, he quickly rubbed my clit harder and faster. I convulsed on the table as my juices ran down my legs and all over.

"I'm going to cum, get down on your knees. I'm going to cum all over that pretty face" he directed me.

I felt a mix of disgust and excitement at the thought, but I didn't hesitate. My legs were wobbly as I dropped down onto my knees in front of him. It felt right that he should finish this way, treating me like a complete whore. He held my head with one hand and jerked wildly with the other. He was sweating and breathing so hard, his grip was tight and the head of his cock right up against my face. He let out a guttural sound, his muscles flexed, and I felt the hot, sticky cum land on me. The first rope across my nose and cheek. Then he aimed it so he glazed my lips and all over my chin. I licked my lips and tasted his deposit. It was salty and strong but in that moment it was delicious.

"Holy fuck that was good." He said while reaching for his phone. "I need a souvenir of you." He quickly snapped a picture of me. My face covered in cum and still on my knees looking up at him.

I excused myself so I could go to the washroom and get cleaned up. I looked like a porn star after a rough scene. My hair was messed up, makeup smeared over my face with Anders' cum drying on top of it. I couldn't stop from giggling as I washed it all away and put my hair back neatly into a ponytail. I took a deep breath, made sure my uniform was back in place and returned to the dining room area. The man who had just fucked me so intensely was gone. I walked to the table and there was a hundred dollars under the menu.

"At least he left a tip." I said loudly waving it for the security camera.