One thing was certain: Florence could open a restaurant and it would be a Michelin five-star.
The culinary skills she put on display this evening were above and beyond what you thought one person could do and she looked like a million dollars while serving amazing dishes left and right. She insisted the two of you retire to the verandah while she prepared dessert.
Ana led you by the hand and you admired her exquisite beauty stuffed into a skintight, strapless black dress. You were guided to a couch and she slid in, kicking a leg out of the slit and draping her stiletto over your lap. With a sip of red wine, she smiled towards the horizon and blinked towards you.
"I want her."
You smiled and tipped your drink. "Don't we all?"
"She has been teasing me and hinting at us staying after dinner."
"It's hard not to tease you."
"She's absolutely wonderful," she said with another sip. "And she's highly interested in you, mi amor."
You caressed her inner thigh and grabbed a strong hold on it. "You must have talked me up pretty good."
"Everything I said was the truth with very few embellishments, baby," she smiled, caressing your cheek. "Though, she's extremely envious. I may have talked too much."
"I suppose to thank her for her hospitality, you could share the wealth."
Ana lightly tugged your ear lobe. "Am I ready to share my future husband?"
"I'm willing to share you with Flo," you told her. "She's one of a kind."
"Sí. You have great taste in women," she said, lingering her touch on your neck. "Have you been in a threesome?"
"Nah."
"Me either, mi amor. Would you like to be?"
"I think I could be persuaded."
"Are we moving this way too fast? I don't even want to hang out with her, I just want to
have
her."
"It's been made clear from her advances during dinner that--hey, I'm all in."
Ana leaned in, quickly snapping your nose with a gentle bite. "Of course you are. Look at what you're about to get."
You took her soft hand and placed a kiss along her knuckles. "So, lead the way and let's get it. We have a flight to catch soon."
"Sí, papi."
***
"Hey, you two! Still a rainy mess out there?"
"Oh sí, sí," Ana said, carefully setting her glass and swiftly moving in.
Ana grazed Florence's hips with curious fingers, leaning her weight on the woman. Florence carefully laid down the knife and gently sighed at the small pecks on her neck.
"Ana, sweetheart," she whispered, "is he okay with this?"
Pressing into the tight red dress jam-packed with English ass, Ana moseyed up to her ear and nibbled on it.
"He knows I love cake too much, mami. He lets me have what I want."
Florence shivered from neck to spine and down her arms and legs. She braced herself on the countertop and shimmied her thighs together; the wetness had saturated her thin thong and now it was just juicy.
You stood there quietly, letting your wife-to-be seduce the young blonde with the most sensual touches and the voice of a goddess. Your dick hurt. Bad. Florence and her droopy eyelids caught a glimpse of the monstrosity of a bulge in your dress slacks and her mouth dropped a little with the realization.
"You both came to play," she said, reaching back to stroke Ana's hair.
"Y hacer el amor a ti, cielo..."
Florence let out a quick laugh and bit her lip. "My Spanish is so bad, honey."
"We're going to make love to you," you piped up, leaning on the island.
"Oh, so I'm like a couple's present, then?"
"No one here is surprised at this," you said.
"I am absolutely dumbfounded at the situation," she laughed, latching to your belt buckle before grabbing a big handful. "Ana told me you were keeping her happy. Can't
imagine
how."
"I'm funny."
She grinned, tugging on the bulge. "Yeah, we'll see--you going to make me laugh?"
"So much you'll have trouble walking."
She gasped and grabbed your huge meat through your pants with an iron grip. "Guess you're already doing stand-up..."
"Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they cry."
"Will I cry?" she whispered, rocking her arm and jerking on you.
"Maybe."
"Why?"
"Some crowds are hard to get through." You stepped in closer and yanked on the belt buckle.
"What's the trick?" she said with a smile.
"Build up. Buttering them up. It's all about the setup." You undid the button, dropped the zipper and revealed your tight black briefs, silky and taxed. "Make them loosen up."
Ana took Florence by the hand and repositioned on your jutting mass. Both women took to massaging it and there was plenty to go around.