My wife Donna and I had dreamed of running a diner of our own ever since we
first visited one on our New England honeymoon twenty- eight years ago. Each
time we returned to the area we tried to find at least one diner to visit that
we'd never seen before. We always promised ourselves to own one someday and then
we'd laugh, knowing, I guess, deep in our hearts that this was not a very likely
prospect. A year ago that changed. The large international corporation that I
had worked for since college offered several hundred of its upper middle
management people an early retirement plan that was very attractive and we
thought very hard about accepting it. "You know, Mike," Donna said, "with that
amount of cash we could afford to buy a diner." That settled it. I notified my
boss that I was taking the company's offer and asked to take two weeks of the
vacation that I'd accumulated. A week later Donna and I were on our way to New
England to look for diners for sale. We thought about calling some brokers but
an old friend of ours from "down east" told us that most good diners were sold
without using a broker. "It's a personal thing for them," he said as he
described the owners who might sell. "Oh, sure, there are diners listed for sale
but they are usually ones where the owner has either died or lost interest in
their business. Avoid those unless you can get a great deal because they will
take a lot of work to fix them up and rebuild the business. The best bet for
success is to find someone who's heart is still in the business and thinks of
his diner as his family...someone who is getting up in years and really could
retire. They may sell if they think their 'baby' will be kept in good hands.
"This process will take some time and you may strike out, but I'll bet that
you'll find just the one you like," he concluded. Donna and I visited two or
three dozen diners in that two weeks. It fascinated us that the best way to find
diners was to ask the owner of a diner. He or she could always refer us to at
least four or five others not too far away. Some even gave us some very good
hints of who might want to sell "if the right buyer came along." To the owners
of two of the diners we visited, we must have looked like the "the right buyers"
because by the time we had to leave for home we'd had encouraging talks with
them and promises to keep in touch. From that point negotiations moved very
slowly. At one point when I expressed my frustration at the lack of progress,
Donna reminded me "one of the things we like about New England is the laid-back
pace. It's life in the slow lane, so just relax and get used to it," she said as
she gave me a hug. At long last, just sixty days before my "retirement", we made
a deal. Donna and I bought a great little place in New Hampshire. We were both
ecstatic. We put our house in the Midwest up for sale and Donna left for our new
home town to look for a house and to spend some time with Helen and Owen Dahl,
the former owners, getting to know the business and the town. They had agreed to
operate the place until I could join Donna. Then they were going to take their
money and buy a mountain home in northern Vermont. We laughed when they told us
their plans. "Why don't you move south where it's warm...like Florida or the
Carolinas?" I asked. "That's for sissies," Owen replied. "Who'd want to put up
with all those tourists? We want some peace in our retirement, and there's
nothing more peaceful than the mountains on a snowy day," he concluded.
"Peaceful, but darn cold!" I thought to myself. Finally the big day came when
our dream really came true as Donna and I took over our own business. As Owen
took me around the building for a last minute run through of all of the
important mechanical details, Helen and Donna chatted one last time over a cup
of coffee. Then the Dahls got in their pickup truck and drove off to Vermont.
"Now don't you forget what I told you," Helen said to Donna as were leaving.
"Congratulations, sweetheart," I said to Donna as I gave her a big kiss. "We did
it! By the way, what was Helen talking about anyhow?" "Oh, Mike. You won't
believe this. Maybe I didn't understand her, I don't know," Donna replied.
"Well, what did she say?" I pressed. "She said to watch out for Gary Hastings. I
guess he's a customer who comes in here once in awhile." "Did she say why?" "She
said 'Donna, he will surprise you. You know, he's got the biggest thing I've
ever seen...and he really knows how to use it too.' Then she said 'now don't you
say anything to Owen, you hear, 'cuz he doesn't know anything about it.' Doesn't
that sound strange?" "Sure does!" I agreed. "Did she say how old this Gary guy
is?" "She said he's about twenty-five," my wife replied. "Holy shit! If it
wasn't that Helen must be nearly seventy years old, I might think this guy was
boffing her. She must have meant something else," I concluded. We both had a
good laugh at that idea and then got to work. We had a diner to run and it was
approaching lunch time. For the next few days things went well in our new
venture. The new sign that we ordered arrived and was installed which officially
made it "our place." It had been known as "The Dahl House." We changed it to
"Donna's Diner." Donna thought it should have my name or both our names on it,
but I persuaded her that "Donna's Diner" had a nice ring to it. I ordered the
sign before she could object any more. I also bought menus with the new name on
it, but we didn't change much else. The diner had been very successful and we
believed in the old adage "If it isn't broke, don't fix it." We continued the
same hearty food selection that Helen and Owen had made famous. With their
assistant cook continuing on in the kitchen, recipes weren't a problem. We also
continued Owen's contract (a phone call) with his dessert supplier because good
desserts were something the diner was famous for. Several years earlier the
Dahl's had introduced an offer of "Your choice of dessert free with meal." It
was a big plus with the locals who seemed to love sweets. "Perhaps it's the
climate," Owen said as a possible explanation. On our first Saturday afternoon
in business, soon after the lunch rush was over, Donna came running back to my
office (a small corner of the kitchen). "Mike, guess who's here?" she said
breathlessly. "Elvis," I said with a laugh. "I knew he'd show up." "No, silly.
Gary Hastings is here...you know, the guy Helen warned me about." "Oh, yeah, the
guy with the big shlong," I replied. "Well, is it as big as she said it was?"
"Mike. Be serious. Now how would I know? The guy just came in and introduced
himself. He said that Helen had told him that the place had been sold and when
he came in he should look for me...me... Donna. I wonder what she meant by
that?" "I wouldn't worry about it," I said as I tried to finish preparing my
food order for tomorrow. "Did the guy get fresh or anything?" "No. I guess
you're right," she replied as she calmed down. "I'm sure it's nothing. I mean
why would a guy that young get fresh with me...or Helen, if that's the case?" My
wife went back out to the counter to bring the guy his lunch order. Several
minutes later when I was done with my paperwork, my curiosity got the better of
me so I went to get a look at this Gary guy. As I neared the door from the
kitchen to the dining room I heard Donna say "I think you know, Gary, that you
get your choice of dessert with your meal. Do you see anything there that you'd
like?" she said as she directed him to the dessert case. I peeked around the
corner and saw Gary's eyes survey the pastry case and then look Donna over from
head to toe. After an uncomfortably long pause as he continued to study my
wife's body, he replied "You know, Donna, the only thing that really appeals to
me is you. I really want you for dessert." I nearly choked when I heard him.
Donna somehow retained her composure and replied "I'm sorry, Gary, but that's
not on the menu. Why don't you give it a little thought and I'll check back in a
minute." Then she came bursting through the kitchen door nearly crashing into me
as she came. "My gawd, Mike, did you hear what he just said?" she said blushing
a deep red. "I guess our suspicions were correct. This guy's something else.
Helen was sure right about him surprising me. I mean our son is older than him.
I'm just glad there is no one else at the counter right now who might have heard
him." "There, there now," I said as I tried to calm my wife. "I'll go out and
take care of him," I offered. "No, I'll deal with him. There's no harm done. He
just unnerved me is all. It comes as quite a shock to have such a young guy come
on to me so blatantly. A woman my age isn't used to that. I'll go back out in a
minute and take his 'real' dessert order. Don't worry about it." Donna went back
out to the counter after regaining her composure and tried again to get Gary's
dessert order. "Like I said, Donna, I really only want you for dessert," he
repeated. "But if you're not on the menu today, I'll wait 'til another time. I
come through here every Saturday about this time. Maybe I'll have better luck
next week. Guess I need my check." Gary finished his cup of coffee and then got
up to pay his check. "It was nice to meet you and I wish you the best of luck
here," he said as he took his change. "I look forward to seeing you again next
week." I asked Donna about the incident that night as we sat relaxing. "Are you
still upset about this Gary guy?" I asked. "I'm sorry I wasn't more help in
dealing with him." "It's OK, darling," she replied. "I wasn't really as much
upset as I was startled by his approach. He took my response quite graciously,
and I think the issue is behind us. Maybe he won't even come back." We both let
the matter drop because we'd found in our first five days of owning a diner that
it's a lot of hard work and long hours. We were beat and went to bed early. The
local townspeople were very gracious to us...even more so than we had expected
because we were complete strangers and not even from New England. Many families
came in to eat dinner and to wish us well, as did a number of business groups at
breakfast and lunch. Our first week in the business was a big success. We even
got cards and flowers from people in town. We were most gratified and surprised
to receive a large bouquet from the largest restaurant in town. Everyone seemed
to genuinely want us to feel welcome. As our second Saturday dawned I felt a
twinge of anxiety wondering whether Gary would show up again, and if he did how
he would behave. I told Donna to let me know as soon as he came it so I could be
there at the counter to head him off before the pass. The day got unusually busy
and I forgot all about Gary again until we were at home that night. "Hey, it
looks like your friend Gary didn't show up today after all," I said as I
suddenly recalled my earlier concern. "Oh, he was in," she replied. "Really?
When?" "About two o'clock just like last week." "But why didn't you let me
know?" I asked. "Well, I was pretty busy myself when he came in. I brought him
his lunch order and before I even had time to ask him about dessert he told me
that he wanted a piece of apple pie. He ate it, paid his bill and left saying
he'd be back next week. Oh, and he left me a $5.00 tip. I guess maybe he felt
guilty about what he did last week." "I guess so," I agreed feeling a big sense
of relief. "Maybe he's not as bad as we first thought. I will sleep better
knowing some young stud isn't putting the make on my sexy wife." "Gee, I hope
you weren't loosing a lot of sleep over that concern, but I must admit that I
was a little curious about the size of his 'thing', as Helen described it. I
guess now I'll never know for sure," Donna said with a laugh. We kissed each
other good night and fell asleep. As we got the routine of running the diner
down, we began to enjoy it more because we could spend more time getting to know
our loyal patrons. We soon learned to tell time by when certain people showed up
each day. Donna even was getting to know what some of them always had when they
came in. "The usual" was all they needed to say to place their order. The
hospitality that we sensed when we first opened was being replaced by a genuine
bond of friendship with the regulars. They would even go out of their way to
greet us on the street. The sort of homey atmosphere that we had enjoyed the
very first time we ate in a diner was now a regular part of our lives and we
loved it. "Isn't this a wonderful change from the hectic impersonal life we knew
in the city where we hardly even knew our next door neighbor," Donna said one
evening as we relaxed after a hard day. I agreed wholeheartedly. Gary Hastings
continued to make his regular stop for a late Saturday lunch every week. He
usually had our special. Then he'd order something from the dessert case with no
more personal comments. A certain trust started to develop between Gary and
Donna and they chatted casually whenever he was in. Strangely I never met him. I
guess that's primarily due to the timing of his visits. I normally was busy in
the back with paperwork, or at the bank making the last deposit before the bank
closed for the weekend. One Saturday afternoon I came back from the bank and
Donna was no where to be found. Neither was Gary although his van was in the
parking lot. I was about to go out to look for her when she came in the back
door. "Oh, hi honey," she said. "I was just out looking at some of Gary's
samples. You know that he sells children's books. I think I'll order some for
our grandkids when he stops in next week." "Did he show you any other sample?" I
asked. "Any really big samples?" "Don't be silly. Gary's not that type of guy.
Maybe he had something going with Helen, but I don't think he has any sexual
interest in me at all. He's really a pretty nice guy." "I hope you're right," I
replied and went back to do my paperwork. About two months after we'd opened,
Donna said "Mike, I had a rather enlightening conversation today with Jerry
Donahue." Jerry is a retired mail carrier who comes in two or three times a week
for breakfast. "You know he hasn't been around as often as he was when we first
opened. I remember that he used to come in every day when Helen and Owen were
still here. Well, I mentioned that I hadn't seen him around as much as I used
to. He said that things just weren't the same since Helen left. I asked him what
was different and at first he didn't want to tell me, but I finally sweet talked
it out of him. Apparently when Owen wasn't around and when there were no women
or kids looking or listening, Helen could be quite the flirt, if that's the
right word for it." "How so?" I asked in disbelief. "Well, you remember the
skirts that she wore that you said looked a little out of place on a woman her
age?" "Yes, I mean she wore them well, but I'm just not used to seeing a woman
her age in skirts that end above her knees," I replied. "So you mean that Jerry
has a thing for women in short skirts?" "It's not just that," Donna went on.
"Apparently the guys would get peeks up her skirt every now and then, depending
on who was around." "So how did that happen?" I asked as my curiosity got the
better of me. "I guess she'd climb up the ladder to get something off the
shelves behind the counter...or she'd bend over and give them a nice view of her
behind...or sit down on her haunches so that they could see up her skirt. It
sounds like the woman was a real exhibitionist." "Or that she was completely
unaware of what she was doing?" I added. "Jerry said it never happened when Owen
could see it. It sounds like she must have been pretty deliberate about it." "No
shit!" I agreed. The thought of that happening was amusing but also strangely
intriguing. "So Jerry is disappointed that you're wearing jeans...is that it?" I
need to point out that my wife Donna is a very well preserved fifty-three year
old blonde. She is in great shape because she works out almost every day. She
loves to wear jeans that fit quite snugly, and I must admit her ass looks
terrific in them. Her breasts are about average size and very firm. I've always
enjoyed noticing the way a lot of men still give her the once-over when they see
her. In fact I got a perverse sort of kick out of Gary Hasting's initial
response when he met her. Donna's a very sexy woman and I like it. "Well, he
didn't say so in so many words," Donna replied. "That's pretty much the gist of
it though. I told him that I appreciated his being so candid with me and that
I'd give the matter some thought." "So what do you think?" I asked. "Did you get
the idea that there were others besides Jerry that Helen treated this way? Maybe
she just had a thing for him?" "Jerry said there were several guys who used to
come in nearly every day for breakfast just to see Helen's show. Amazing, isn't
it?" Donna went on. "Yes, truly amazing," I concurred. "That's real surprise in
such a small town as this. I wonder what else that woman did?" The next morning
I went to work at 5:00 am like I normally do and Donna came in just before we
opened at 6:00. When she came in the back door I was surprised to see that she
was wearing a skirt. It wasn't a particularly short or sexy skirt, because she
doesn't own any of those. It was just a knee length blue denim skirt...the
shortest one she owns. "Hmmm, you expecting Jerry Donahue in again this
morning?" I said with a laugh. "He usually doesn't come in that often." "Not
really," she replied. "I just thought that maybe if seeing their waitress in a
skirt makes a difference to some of our customers, it won't hurt me to
accommodate them. You don't mind do you? I mean, this certainly isn't very
daring. I just will have to watch who's around when I climb that ladder is all."
"No problem here," I reassured her. Donna got several compliments on how she
looked that day...all from men, but they seemed to prefer to see her in a skirt.
"No problem," Donna said later that night, "I've got a few skirts I can wear and
maybe I can get out to buy a couple more sometime this weekend." By the time the
next Saturday came around Donna was used to wearing a skirt to work and didn't
even think about it anymore. To Gary Hastings it was a big change, however.
Donna told me later that Gary noticed it right away when he sat down at the
counter. "Hey, Donna. I really like your new look," he said to her as she walked
up to take his order. When he was finished with his lunch and Donna went to take
his dessert order he said "I don't suppose the new look means that the dessert
menu has changed by any chance?" "I started to ask him what he meant by that
when it dawned on me," she said. "Oh, no Gary. Sorry, but that's still not on
the menu," she told him. "'My bad luck,' he said and then he ordered peach
cobbler. 'That's my second favorite,' he said as he winked at me." "I guess that
proves that Gary is still the old Gary," I said. "You'd better keep your eye on
him." The next morning Jerry Donahue came in. I noticed him sitting at the
counter. I wondered how he would like seeing Donna in a skirt. I didn't have
long to wonder because she soon came out to the kitchen. Her face was bright
red. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Doesn't Jerry like your new uniform?" "Oh,
he thinks it's great," she replied. "It's just that after he told me he liked
it, he asked me if I was going to climb the ladder for him like Helen used to
do." "What did you say to that?" I asked somewhat amused at this seemingly
innocuous old man's voyeuristic streak. "I said that I'll bet Helen never really
did that. You know what he said then?" Donna asked incredulously. "No, what?"
"He said that sometimes when Helen did it she forgot to put on her underwear.
That old broad was flashing the guys her bare privates," Donna said as she
blushed even more. "I don't believe it. I just don't believe it." "I'm sorry,
darling," I said as I tried to comfort my wife. "I'll go out and straighten
Jerry out." I started out the kitchen door as Donna stopped me. "No, don't do
that. I have a certain amount of pride and I'm not going to let him or his
cronies think that some woman who is nearly old enough to be my mother can show
me up. Just wait right here in case things get out of hand." I stood with my
mouth open as my wife very deliberately marched back into the dining room and
began to climb up the ladder behind the counter. I looked around the corner and
saw Jerry's eyes following Donna up the ladder. As she neared the top I saw him
smile. He must have just gotten a glimpse of my wife's panties. When she reached
the top Donna turned and looked right at Jerry. "All right, Jerry, how do you
like the view? Is that what you had in mind?" Jerry continued to stare as my
wife stayed in place. I couldn't tell exactly how much he could see but at least
he must have seen the seat and probably the crotch of her panties. "Ya, that's
nice, Donna," he replied. "But Helen used to wear some pretty sexy
underwear...that is when she wore any at all. I'm don't mean to complain though.
That is very nice. You catch on real fast." "Well, Jerry, if you want to see
some sexy underwear you be right back on that stool tomorrow morning, OK? You'll
see some underwear that will knock your socks off." Then Donna climbed back down
and ran back into the kitchen. "Some show," I said with a grin. "I think you
fixed old Jerry." "I hope you're not upset. I guess I did get a little carried
away, but I was not going be shown up by old Helen." "So now what are you going
to do tomorrow?" I asked. "Well, remember those sexy panties that you bought me
a few years ago for our anniversary. I think maybe I'll wear those," Donna
replied. I thought about the panties she was referring to. They were indeed
sexy. They were crotchless. If Donna climbed that ladder and opened her thighs
Jerry would see my wife's pussy...or at least the brown hair that covered it. I
wasn't sure if I was ready for that to happen. That night Donna and I talked
about what had happened with Jerry. We both were apprehensive that the other
might be upset about it, but were surprised to learn that instead we both had
enjoyed a slight rush from it. "You mean then that you're not jealous that
another man saw me like that?" Donna asked. "No, strangely not," I confirmed.
"That does surprise me though." "How do you think you might feel if I showed the
guy even more...I mean just to show him that I can...and that I'm at least as
much fun to look at as Helen was." "I guess that's up to you. It sounds more
like a matter of pride right now than anything else. Use your own judgment I
replied." "I'll see how I feel in the morning then," she concluded. The next
morning Donna decided to carry through on her promise to "knock Jerry's socks
off." "I put on those panties," she said as she came into work. "I hope you
still don't mind." "No, it's fine with me. I'm going to be where I can see his
reaction again though," I assured her. "The smile on his face yesterday was
priceless." Donna got a big surprise when Jerry arrived for breakfast. He
brought along four of his buddies. They all sat down at the counter. "My gawd,
Mike. Did you see what's out there?" she asked when they came in. "I don't think
I can go through with this. One of them was nerve wracking enough, but there are
five men out there. I'm sure they're all here to see me climb that ladder."
"Well, sweetheart, you should feel flattered that they are so interested, but if
you don't want to do it, don't. It's up to you. I understand." Donna went out to
take their orders saying she'd think about it for a few minutes. "Hi, Jerry,"
she said nervously as she walked up to him. "I see you and your friends are out
early this morning." "That's right Donna. I told them that the scenery here at
the diner was even better than before and that they shouldn't miss it. This is
Bill, Bob, John and Hank," he said as he introduced the gang. "Gee, Jerry, when
I said that yesterday, I really wasn't expecting such a crowd. I mean a gal gets
a little nervous thinking about climbing that ladder in front of all of you.
Understand?" "Oh, I understand," Jerry said, "but don't worry about it. We're
all family. If Helen could handle it...and she did it all the time...I'm sure
you can do it too, and even better. Right boys?" Jerry's mention of Helen was
all it took to get Donna up that ladder. Again she refused to let another woman
show her up. I watched the men's faces as my wife began her climb. She took the
first two steps very slowly but then must have decided to get it over with. She
scurried up the final five steps and then stood motionless at the top. The men
all wore smiles from ear to ear. After a few seconds she turned around toward
them and asked "do you all see what you came to see?" "That's mighty nice,
Donna," Bill said. "Mighty, mighty nice," another agreed. They were all nodding
their heads as Donna climbed back down. "There now Jerry, are you satisfied?"
she asked when she'd reached the bottom. "Well, Donna, you mentioned yesterday
that you were going to show me some underwear that would 'knock my socks off.'
Isn't that right?" Jerry replied. Donna paused for a moment. It looked like she
was taking several deep breaths. Then she headed back over to the ladder.
"You're right Jerry. You're absolutely right. I did say that and I'm going to
keep my promise." Then Donna quickly climbed back up to the top of the ladder.
She paused again as she appeared to take a couple more deep breaths. Then she
swung one leg out away from the ladder and held in out in the direction of the
counter. Slowly she raised her leg higher and higher in the air. The men looked
like school boys as they bent down to peek under my wife's skirt. I heard a
couple of audible sighs as the men caught sight of my wife's exposed pussy. "How
do you like these panties, Jerry?" she asked. "Oh, they're wonderful," Jerry
replied. The others echoed their approval. "Donna, you're not a natural blonde
are you?" another commented. "No, I'm not," Donna said with a laugh. "Now you
know my deepest secret." She held the pose for several seconds before dropping
her leg back onto the rung of the ladder. Then she quickly climbed back down as
Jerry and his friends caught their breath. "OK, now boys, what will you have for
breakfast?" she asked when she reached the floor. "I assume you came in to eat
and not just to look," she continued. The men all gave her their orders and she
headed back into the kitchen. "Wow, that was quite a show," I said as I gave my
wife a big hug. I pulled her tightly against me forcing her pelvis against my
hard cock. "I see that it had a good effect on you," she said as she giggled.
"Yes it sure did, and I'll bet it had the same effect on five other guys out
there." "That was some initiation," Donna replied with a laugh. "Isn't it
amazing what you have to do to succeed in a small business these days?" Jerry
and his friends got their breakfast and took their time eating. When they were
finally finished and ready to pay their checks, they thanked Donna for the good
service and "the good times." "Those sure are some sexy undies," Jerry assured
her. "It was even better than when Helen was here." "Thanks guys," Donna said.
"If you come back more often you never know what you might see." Later that
night Donna and I talked about what she had done that morning. We repeated that
discussion several times thereafter and came to the same conclusion each time.
Although Donna had originally let Jerry and then the others see up her skirt
because she felt challenged by the comments they'd made about Helen, Donna found
her game on the ladder to be very erotic. I confessed that I too was very turned
on knowing that other men could see parts of my wife's body that others are not
supposed to see. We even figured out other ways for her to show herself to them
and she started trying them whenever these five men were in. She even tried them
from time to time on complete strangers who we were sure were from out of town.
Jerry, Bill, Bob, Hank and John came in nearly every morning after that. That
meant at least one trip up the ladder or other special show for Donna. Sometimes
she'd wear special panties. Once in a while she'd do her show and reveal that
she had "forgotten" to wear any that day. The men loved her shows and never once
attempted to go any further. Donna and I got a kick out of her antics and found
that we both got turned on especially when she did it without panties. That
would always lead to some great sex those nights. One Saturday morning Donna was
up on the ladder showing the "fearsome five", as we'd taken to calling them,
that she'd forgotten her panties, when her old friend Gary Hastings showed up.
She hadn't noticed him come in, but when she lifted her leg and turned around to
show the men her bare pussy, Gary was standing right behind Jerry taking in the
whole show. "Oh my gawd," Donna muttered as she came running into the kitchen.
"The most terrible thing just happened." "What's the matter?" I asked. "Gary's
out there. He just saw me flash my bare ass to the guys. What'll I do? I'm
afraid what he'll think now that he's seen me do that?" "What's he doing here at
this time of day?" I asked. "I've never seen him here this early. I wonder
what's up?" "I don't know but I better go back out there. I haven't taken the
guys' breakfast order yet. They're probably wondering what upset me. I'll be
right back." Donna went shakily back to the dining room and came back in a
couple of minutes with five breakfast orders. "What about Gary's order?" I
asked. "Do you want me to get his?" "He isn't at the counter. He went over to a
booth and sat down. I'll go get his order now." I expected Donna to come back in
just a minute or two and when she didn't I looked around the corner to see if
something was wrong. I saw her sitting in the booth next to Gary chatting with
him. Their backs were to me, but neither of them seemed upset so I went back to
the grill. When Donna hadn't returned by the time the five orders were up I took
them out to the counter myself. Donna was still talking to Gary. Finally after
about fifteen minutes Donna came back to the kitchen. "Are you all right?" I
asked. "What was going on out there?" "I'm fine sweetheart," she replied. "I'm
sorry for taking so long but I got tied up. Mike, you won't believe this, but
Helen was right. The guy has a huge one. When I went over to his booth he pulled
it out of his pants and said "Donna, look what your show just did to me?" The
guy's cock was as hard as a rock and looked to be about this long." She held her
hands a foot apart. "It is enormous. He kept trying to talk me into doing
something about it since I made it hard. I wanted to leave but to be honest I
couldn't stop staring at it. He knew I was fascinated by it and finally he took
my hand and put it on his thing. I played with it a little bit while he reached
under my skirt and played with me. I finally got up the will power to leave, but
believe me it wasn't easy. I'm sorry sweetheart. I know I shouldn't have done
that." "Wow," was all I could say. Donna's description of Gary's mammoth tool
and what she'd just done had made me hard too. I felt a knot in my stomach as I
pictured my wife and our customer groping at one another. Then I thought about
the possibility of that tool forcing its way into my wife's hot pussy. I nearly
came. "What does he want you to do?" I asked. "He wants me to go out to his van
with him," Donna replied. "Would you like to?" I asked. "Mike, I know it's wrong
and I may feel really foolish later, but I'd love to know what something that
big feels like inside me... especially remembering what Helen said about how
well he knows how to use it. But surely you're not thinking of letting that
happen... are you?" "Go for it!" I said. "I'll take care of the guys at the
counter. Go tell Gary that you'll meet him at his van and then go out the back
way. Nobody will know where you went. Just don't take too long. Things will
start to get busy in here soon. OK?" "Are you sure?" Donna asked. "Yes, now get
on with it before you or I or Gary change our mind." Donna didn't say another
word. She went to Gary's booth and whispered something to him. Then she came
back through the kitchen and headed directly for the back door. She kissed me as
she rushed by. "Thank you, darling. Thank you very much." The fearsome five
finished their breakfast and had their usual chat before paying their check. "Is
everything all right with Donna?" Jerry asked as they left. "I'm sorry that guy
came by at the wrong time. I hope she's not upset about that." "Don't worry
about it, Jerry," I assured him. "Donna is just fine. She just went out on an
errand. She should be back soon. We'll see you again tomorrow. OK?" "You bet ya.
We wouldn't miss this for anything." Donna was gone for over half an hour, but
when she came back in she was wearing a smile from ear to ear. "Was it fun?" I
asked as I tried to contain my own excitement and curiosity. "Fun? Yes, it was
fantastic. It was a little weird too. I mean it's almost like having sex with
one of our son's friends. He sure does know how to use his equipment and it felt
even bigger than it looked. I could only get the end of it in my mouth. I think
he got most of it in my pussy though. I've never felt so filled up. When he came
I think he must have cum a quart. I know I'm still dripping. I'd better get some
panties on or you'll see a stream of cum running down my leg soon." "That's
great, darling," I said as I lifted her skirt and ran my fingers through my
wife's wet slit. She was indeed a warm wet mess. "Were you able to cum too?" I
asked. "I couldn't stop cumming," she replied. "It seemed like I came the first
time when he put it in me, but my body didn't stop shaking until after he'd
filled me with his load and he got soft and slipped back out. Oh, Mike, it was
incredible. Thank you so much for being so understanding. I love you." Donna
gave me a passionate kiss as I ran my fingers back up her slit and into her
opening. My cock was still hard. Without thinking I turned Donna around to face
my desk. "Bend over," I ordered as I unbuttoned her skirt and dropped it to the
floor. In seconds I had my hard cock out of my pants and buried in my wife's
sopping cunt. In just another minute or two I had deposited a load of my own cum
where Gary had left his only minutes earlier. "Now you really are a mess," I
said with a laugh as I zipped up my pants. "You better get cleaned up and get
dressed. I'll take care of the customer who just came in." That night after we
had both calmed down, Donna and I talked at length about what had happened. We
were both very apprehensive about what the other might think of our original
reactions to the situation. We had never gone so far or done, or even talked
about, anything so unconventional. We were truly in uncharted territory as far
as our relationship was concerned. The only thing we were sure of was that the
episode with Gary was a real turn on for both of us. Strangely I didn't feel
threatened by these new developments even though Donna raved about the size of
his cock and how well he used it. I guess somehow I didn't picture Donna as
likely to fall madly in love with him because of it. She agreed that her
response was only physical. She did want to repeat the event though if I was
agreeable. I, in turn, found the idea of another man having sex with my wife
under those circumstances to be extremely exciting. I particularly enjoyed
having sex with her myself afterward. There was something very wicked about
that. Since that fateful Saturday when Donna first sampled Gary's monster cock,
things have settled in to a regular pattern...although not into what might be
called a routine. In fact, there's nothing routine about what goes on now at
Donna's Diner. The "Fearsome Five" had a membership drive a few weeks ago and
now on many mornings all seven of the counter stools are filled for Donna's
"sunrise show" as her fans have taken to calling it. Donna has created some
outrageous outfits to wear to tease and please the guys. On some mornings when
no one else is around she undresses in the kitchen before going out to take
their orders or deliver their food completely nude. The men really love that.
Sometimes if there are others in the diner she'll wear a white smock with
nothing underneath. She unbuttons the smock completely when she waits on the
counter. From the very first time she let the five of them see her pantyless
pussy while she cavorted on the ladder, her audience has tipped her generously.
We decided to put those tips in a special fund for a nice vacation. It's growing
rapidly, and we're thinking of someplace nice for a couple of weeks next winter.
We learned that Gary's serendipitous and unexpected visit that one Saturday
morning was caused by engine trouble which caused him to skip part of his route.
He has now returned to his regular schedule of late lunches on Saturday
afternoon. Those lunches conclude with Donna's Diner's special dessert. It's not
on the menu. Both Donna and I eagerly look forward to the half hour or so that
she spends each Saturday "checking his samples." Then I get sloppy seconds as
soon as possible after they're finished. Last night Helen and Owen Dahl called.
Apparently they've been feeling a bit homesick for the old diner. Helen and
Donna talked for a few minutes first. I didn't hear Helen's end of the
conversation but Donna's answers made the subject matter obvious. "Yes, Helen,
he comes by here every Saturday. He and I have a lot of fun together. You were
sure right about the size of his equipment and about the way he uses it. Mike
gets a big kick out of it too...oh sure, he knows all about it. In fact he
encouraged me to finally give it a try...no, don't worry, Helen, we won't say a
word to Owen. It's our secret." Finally Donna handed me the phone. "Helen would
like to talk to you." "Hi Helen," I began, "how are you and Owen enjoying life
in the mountains?" "We love it," Helen said, "but we've been thinking a lot
about the diner and thought we'd offer you two a proposition. If you two want to
take a couple of weeks off anytime, we'd love to come back and look after the
place. It'd give us a chance to see our old friends too." "That sounds very
interesting, Helen," I replied. "We've been putting Donna's tip money in a
vacation fund and would very much like to take one this winter." Thinking that
this offer might just reflect Helen's desire to enjoy Gary's big tool another
time or two, I asked "what does Owen think of the idea?" "He's in the other
room. I'll put him on and he can tell you for himself." Helen called Owen to the
phone and I waited. "Hi, Mike," Owen greeted me. "What do you think of our
idea?" "Owen, I think it sounds like a perfect arrangement...that is if you're
really willing to do that," I replied. "Hell, yes. In fact it was my idea. I'd
love to slip back into the old grind at the grill for a couple of weeks, and it
would be fun to see our old friends. I hope they're still around." "Oh yes. The
loyals are still coming in. I'm sure they'd love to see you two as well."
"Great. Let's plan on doing it then. I know Helen will enjoy getting together
with Gary again, and believe me it'll be a relief to have her getting it from
someone else, even if it's only for a couple of weeks. Believe me, I need the
rest. Oh, by the way, don't let on to Helen that I know anything about that.
OK?" I laughed loudly as I hung up the phone. "What was that all about?" Donna
asked. "Owen doesn't want us to let Helen know that he knows all about her and
Gary. He says he'll just be glad to have someone else taking care of her for a
couple of weeks. The guy needs the rest." "That's hilarious," Donna said as we
both laughed. "I'll have to tell Gary that Helen misses him. He'll get a kick
out of that even though he says that I'm a lot better in bed than she is." Well,
that's the story of life at Donna's Diner. My wife and I really had no idea
about some of the things that went on in a small town like this. If we did, I'm
not sure if we'd have moved here, but now that we're here you can bet we're not
about to leave. I've got to get back to work. Donna just opened up for the day
and already she's back here in the kitchen all excited. Right now she's standing
next to me taking off her clothes. "Honey, guess what? Jerry and the boys are
here already and they've brought in another new guy. Jerry asked if I'd do a
special show just for him. How do you think he'll like this?" she asked as she
headed back into the dining room wearing just an apron. Donna turned and blew me
a kiss as she wiggled her cute naked ass. "What's not to like?" I mumbled as I
heard a cheer from the other room. My sexy fifty-three year old wife had just
thrilled her audience again. ****************End****************
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