Chapter 2

Robert adjusted his cock in his pants as he watched as Brenda stood and led Emily to the dance floor. Brenda gave a quick acknowledgement to her dad, who was seated several tables from the dance floor.

The women watched the enticing moves of each other, as did most of the men within sight. “People keep looking at us,” Emily mentioned.

“That’s because I’m with the prettiest, sexist woman in here.”

“Thank you, but include yourself in that statement.”

A slow song began, and Emily let Brenda take the lead, placing her arms around her slender waist. “Now, get the men really going by giving me a passionate kiss.”

They barely moved as their lips met, Emily’s hard to the back of Brenda’s head as their kiss prolonged.

“You’re a good kisser, Emily.”

“Would you like to watch your husband fuck me?”

“Yes, but I want your dad to fuck me first.”

They looked into each other’s eyes as Brenda swept the top of Emily’s dress open, revealing her bare breasts. “Now show my tits and kiss me.”

Men’s heart rates were racing as two pairs of breasts pressed flat, and passionate kisses were shared.

“Emily, can I take you to bed and experience the wonder of your body?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

The song ended, and breasts barely returned inside their dresses. Brenda picked up her glass, drinking the last of her wine. “Emily and I are going to bed now, and you know it isn’t to sleep.”

Emily finished her drink, then Brenda gave her a good kiss and took her hand. Robert hurriedly down the remainder of his drink, catching up to them.

Brenda and Emily were quite a sight, walking, holding hands, and hearing the sounds of their high heels on the ceramic floor. In the elevator, Robert watched them kiss, one hand inside the other’s dress.

Robert opened the door, and they entered. He went to the bar fridge, took out a can of pop and opened it.

“Brenda, We don’t want to cause you any problems. Since this is the first time Emily has had sex with a woman, is it okay if we record you and her having sex and take some pictures?”

“I guess this would be the closest I get to being a porn star. Yes, you can.”

He quickly set up their digital recorder.

Emily seemed more relaxed, taking Brenda in her arms and giving her a warm kiss. “Thank you, Robert, for my first anniversary present.”

“You’re welcome, I hope you enjoy being with Brenda. I know I will enjoy you with her.”

Brenda caressed Emily kissed her back, then slipped the dress straps from her shoulders. Her dress fell effortlessly to the floor, and she stepped from it.

“My, my, you are a beauty, What beautiful breasts and a slender figure.”

“Thank you; my breasts are all real, no implants. Robert loves it when I play with my tits. Feel for yourself.”

Brenda caressed her full breasts, kneading them like baker’s dough. She leaned closer, sucking on her hardening nipples. Emily returned the pleasure, now both naked except for their thongs.

Robert had them pose together, one breast pressing against the other. They resumed their loving, with Brenda guiding her lover onto the bed. She swept her long hair aside, to keep it out of Emily’s face as she lay lightly on her. They caressed, kissing, smoothing their hands over each other’s skin.

Brenda’s lips kissed her shoulders, then lowered to suckle each nipple. Emily instinctively held her head as if feeding her breastmilk.