Our sex life had started to grow stale, so we tried to get away one weekend; to try to get back on track. We went to an out of town hotel and were dining in the restaurant, discussing our sex life a source of frustration for Cindy. We had been together for nearly three years and at a tall and fit 5-9, Cindy was as fine now as she was when we met. Cindy has always been hard to please, sexually. Before me, all her lovers were on the large side. The range was 6 ½ to almost 8; all were thick this didnt bode well for me, since Im modestly endowed with a narrow 5 inches. Otherwise, we get along great, but she has been a challenge to me sexually and weve tried toys and Ive had to perform orally every single time we have sex. I love it, though, but she deserves to be satisfied. She had just told me that she had been fantasizing about having a 3some with a hung guy joining us. I was shocked enough, then she grinned as she toyed with the shrimp cocktail saying she needs more than a little shrimp. Just as she was saying this, our waiter came over to deliver the main course. His name was John and he was thin and small; about 5-6, with dark hair. He was smiling and I had no doubt that he heard everything. Cindy smiled back at him and I caught her checking him out. Later, I excused myself and went to the mens room. It was empty and I went to the middle urinal. After a few seconds the waiter, John entered and was at the next urinal. He slowly unzipped his slacks and leaned back as he slowly pulled out his cock. I never look, but I couldnt help it as he was so far back. I found myself staring at his big cock; it was easily bigger soft than mine is hard. I also was a little shocked because this is the very guy that was flirting with my Cindy. He caught me looking and said now that youve seen mine, you have to show yours. I let him see mine and could see him smirking too. You should have to use that one, he said while pointing at the junior urinal to the right. He was being a little mean, but I had to laugh along. How do you think you compare? he asked. Not very well, Im afraid, I said. He told me I should keep an eye on my flirty girlfriend; If she ever felt one of these (pointing at his cock), youd be in trouble, he said. I told him that I already was. He smiled, and then washed up. We both walked out and I could see that Cindy saw us talking as I returned. What was that about? Cindy asked. He knew you were checking him out and told me I should worry about your flirting, I told her. She asked if I had noticed anything; I nodded. Within minutes, John returned to clear the plates. He smiled and asked Cindy if she would like any desert; she said she could go for a nice creamy canolli. He told her that they didnt have them on the menu, but if she waited she could have one later; he gets off at 11:00. It was 10.15; she asked for the bill. When he brought it, she paid with her credit card. When he returned with the slip, she drew a line through the tip area. She told him that I would take care of the tip, and then she got up. I gave him $50 and a card with our room number. Are you sure you can handle this, little man?, he asked. I told him that I had no choice. Good, he said smiling, see you at 11. Walking away, I realized that I didnt question or try to refute his little remark I just accepted it. I was sure that he was pleased by my acceptance as he was smiling. I left him and joined Cindy at the bar, where she had been watching. Are you as intimidated by John as you look? she asked, smiling- enjoying this all too much.