It all started very innocently. The kids were in school, so I took a waitress job at night to help make ends meet. Bob, who my husband, Jim, knew very well, and used to bar tend for, needed a waitress. The nights were fairly short as the restaurant closed at 8 p.m. One night, the evening bartender never showed up. Bob asked me if I would like to learn the trade. I jumped at the chance. I was always fascinated by watching...

For the next three weeks, all I could think about was what Steve would want me to wear. I had talked to my husband about the night at Lou's, and wanting to fuck Steve. Jim was okay with it, as long as Steve wore protection. Jim reminded me Steve's son was home from college and was staying with Steve and not at his ex's. I was anxious and apprehensive about Bob showing me the outfit that Steve had picked. Sunday night, Bob...