All three of us knew what that meant. The sexual tension in the air was getting enormous. She was looking in my eyes as his fingers raised her dress a...d found the top of her panty covered pussy. I didn't show any reaction; I just kept staring at her. She closed her eyes again, held herself with both hands on the handrail and let it happen.There she was. My beautiful wife with a total stranger massaging her sweet pussy right in front of me, her husband. I should have intervened. I should have. “Ahhgg! Ow! That’s smarts!” I cried. “Ya, but you also like it!” he stated and quickly got the other cheek before I could get away. “So what brought all this on… or off I guess I should say? “I don’t know, it just felt really good being topless and I remembered how nice it was when we were in Hawaii, so I figured why not, there’s no one around,” I was pretty matter-of-fact. “Are you going to join me in my nakedness?” “Not now, but maybe later. Right now I have a fish to catch,” with that he. She leaned over while taking orders to show her cleavege, and would have men behind her taking peeks up her skirt. She kept getting big tips, some were 20 dollar tips. At the end of the day, she had 300 dollars in tips alone. She cleaned her tables once the customers left, with John and every employee looking at her. John called all the employees into his office. Later in life, mom said John had fucked her while the others watched. He paid her 300 dollars, and told her he liked what he saw, and. She got in, and motioned me to join her. When I did so, and sat with her on soft leather seats, above shag-pile carpets, she rapped on the obscured partition in front, and we moved off, I knew (nor cared) not where. I had several hours to kill before my interview, anyway – what the hell?Making no move, still to remove the sunglasses, or to speak, my hostess, took off her jacket, and motioned that I should do similarly, then poured me a whisky into a cut-glass tumbler as we moved smoothly.