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I started a new account to tell this story and perhaps a few others that I don’t want associated with my other account. Hope that’s ok. Anyway here’s the story. And I’ll probably break it into a few parts as every time I’ve started to type it out it gets kinda long.

In 2008 I was 25 years old. I took a job at a local cafe as a cook. It was a true ma and pop shop that did breakfast and lunch. It was renowned in the area and was super busy every day but especially weekends. It became common that on Sunday evenings we’d all hang out after we closed at 3:30 to have some drinks and celebrate the end of a busy weekend. We were closed mondays so everyone had the chance to sleep off any hangovers.

Anyway my boss was about 40 at the time and his wife was 45, a bit older. He ran the back end and she ran the front but they were both almost always there. He started asking me to come in earlier than the rest of the crew. I became a right hand man of sorts. It was usually just me, his wife and him from 6 to 8 when we opened and the other crew showed up. One morning I was in the kitchen with him working and his wife brought in coffees and donuts. I did a double take when I realized she wasn’t in her normal work clothes. She had pajama shorts and a tank top and clearly no bra.

She was a cougar type. Dirty blond, a bit curvy with big old tits. At least a large D cup. A bit aged around the eyes but she had a sexiness to her. She always had cleavage on display but this day was sexier. Seeing the sway of her big boobs under her shirt. She exited and her husband said “you can look but no touching”. I was embarrassed. He had caught me looking at her tits. He sensed I was put off so he added, “Really it’s fine. Everyone looks at them.” This became normal. Her braless in the morning, getting changed into work clothes right before everyone else showed up.

Looking back I feel there were some instances where they were “testing the waters” with me and seeing if it would go anywhere. But I was too timid to catch all the clues. Another day as I cut veggies she gave me a quick shoulder rub and I felt her big boos press into my back just a bit. And she began being complimentary but in a casual way. Things like “how are my sexy kitchen men holding up this morning?” Things like that.

One day after work I was having a few at a nearby bar with two servers and another cook. They had all been working there longer than me and one of them eluded to them being swingers. I laughed it off but they said no really it’s true. That’s when it sort of started to click that maybe some of my hunches were correct. It made me a bit nervous but also excited me a bit. I began to fantasize about her but I was sure nothing would ever happen. Boy was I wrong about that.

I’ll continue in the coming days.