Chapter 1

Brenda sat in the lounge of the Constellation, sipping on a glass of white wine. Her slender legs crossed; there was virtually no hem to the short, very low-cut dress she wore. The beige print colour of her dress complimented her long, dark hair, brushed to perfection.

She felt good about herself, especially being mistaken for a prostitute, new to the lounge.

“You couldn’t afford me,” she replied to two, who asked her price.

She smiled at the guy sitting across from her and uncrossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her black thong. He left, meeting another woman.

Dan sat in the main room, barely able to see his daughter. He wanted to make sure her encounter with the couple would be legitimate. He’d spend his time watching the crowd and the performances of the drunks trying to pick a woman for a fuck.

Brenda said she’d see if Robert’s wife, Emily, was open to having a little girl-on-girl action in the dance room before going up to their hotel room.

The agreed time of 7 p.m. arrived, and as if on cue, Brenda noticed Robert escorting his wife into the lounge. She wasn’t the only one who gazed at the tall, slender beauty in a short, low-cut dress that seemed to be poured over her great-looking figure.

Robert smiled, recognizing Brenda and guiding his wife towards her. “Right on time,” Brenda said, standing to greet Robert and his wife.

“Hi, Brenda, It’s nice to see you again. This is my wife, Emily.”

“Hi, Emily, very nice to meet you,” she smiled, shaking her hand. They took in the revealing cleavage of the other dresses. Brenda sensed her shyness. After all, she had let her husband fuck her. “Robert is a very good lover.”

Robert and Emily sat on the couch across from her. “I guess you should sit with Brenda. That’s one of the reasons we’re here,” Robert mentioned.

Emily moved to sit beside her, the cushions giving way as they pressed their thighs together.

“I’ll admit, I’m a little embarrassed being here, and the reason why.”

“That’s understandable. It’s your wedding anniversary, and I’m happy that you want to include me in your celebrations.”

Brenda uncrossed her legs to reach for her glass of wine off the table in front. Robert had a brief glimpse of her thong.

“Emily, would you like a drink?”

“I think I’d need several for what I want to do.”

“I hope you’ll remember our night of friendship for a long time.”

“I’ll have a rye and ginger. Make it a double,” Emily asked.

Brenda accepted Robert’s offer of another glass of wine.”

Robert motioned with his head for Emily to initiate touching Brenda.

“I love your dress, very sexy-looking,” Emily complimented, her fingers touching the soft material at the short hem.

“Thank you, and your little black dress sure caught my eye. It’s very low and short, just like mine.”

Emily smiled, looking at Brenda’s deep cleavage. “I don’t know where to begin. I’ve never...”

“That’s okay to be nervous. Hold my hand if you like, to start. You may decide not to do anything, and that’s okay. If we do make love, there is absolutely nothing you can do wrong. I’ll enjoy your company either way. We can talk about what most women do, sex and men.”

“Thank you, Brenda, for making me feel better.”