It was late Saturday afternoon, quickly becoming Saturday evening. As we sat in the hotel room, drying off and changing from our extra-curricular activities in the hotel pool, I reflect that the weekend was now more than halfway over.
The weekend was all about one thing, Anna, my wife Amanda's friend from high school and one of her bridesmaids, admitting that the fact that she had been wrong to pressure my wife into sex behind my back throughout our relationship, and especially at her bachelorette party.
So far, I had made limited progress towards that goal. I was holding the specter of revealing Anna's wild activities to her employer and coworkers over her head, which earned me a modicum of control, but overall, Anna was still not anywhere near admitting her fault.
I had to kick it up a notch. I told the girls to put the sundresses they had worn earlier that day back on.
I went into the bathroom to pee, and when I came back out, Anna was ready to go, wearing the green and white sundress I had lifted up to finger her to orgasm in a restaurant bathroom at lunch.
The dress was tight on the redhead's top, showing off her dancer's body and long legs. Her b-cups were hanging loosely, and I could tell she had nothing on under the dress.
My wife Amanda was ready as well, though she had to be reminded to remove her bikini bottoms from under her red sundress. I admired her long legs as she did, her long brown hair covering her embarrassed face as she removed the only clothing under her thigh-length dress. I stared at her chest, and convinced myself there was no bra on her A-cups.
As she shot them down her legs and off, my wife asked:
"Where are we going? It's way too early for dinner."
I nodded. "We have one more shopping stop to make."
Poor girls uncontrollably sighed at this. Anna's was defiant, but Amanda just looked tired.
I looked at my wife, having one of those 'conversations via look' that only couples can.
"Honey, I'm exhausted."
"Are you kidding?"
"Please?"
"Ughh, fine."
"Thanks babe."
With that, Amanda headed towards the bedroom. Anna, oblivious to the language we were speaking, watched her and looked back at me expectantly:
"We're not going?"
I considered my options for a minute.
"No, she is catching a nap so she is ready for tonight's activities. You are still coming with."
I walked into the bedroom to find my wife lying on the bed. She was just settling in. I leaned down and kissed her, whispering "Sweet dreams."
She barely whispered "Thanks" in response before she fell asleep.
I walked back out to find Anna with her arms cross, full 'bitch mode' in effect. What was it going to take to break this girl?
"Let's go." I growled.
This trip was too far to walk. We didn't talk on our way to the car. Anna was trying to silence to her advantage, but I refused to bite. Plus, I had an advantage.
"My car?" She blurted out when I pressed the unlock button and her BMW honked in response.
I nodded, and got in the driver's seat. I could hear the fiery redhead huffing as she got in the passenger's seat.
I pulled out of the hotel and immediately caught a red light.
Without looking, I reached over and began to idly stroke Anna's thigh. She didn't resist, but did nothing to assist.
"Where are we going?" She asked, sounding honestly inquisitive.
"One more stop" I said vaguely.
Being a touristy town, there was a red light at every corner on the main street we were on, and they were timed out of sequence to prevent cars from getting up to speed.
Combined with the Saturday shopping crowd, it meant we spent a lot more time going zero than above it.
I wasn't upset about it. The slow drive gave me plenty of time to tease Anna's nether regions, and by the time we got close to our destination I had the firebox on a nice low simmer, just how I liked.
When I pulled into the parking lot and parked, Anna saw where we were and huffed out a 'Ughh, yuck."
Before she could continue her response, I barked out "Stay here" and quickly jumped out.
Finding an adult store in the town wasn't easy. This one was off the main strip, but its web presence was significant enough I was able to find it.
I hadn't originally planned to have to make this trip, but since Anna had not been remorseful to my liking yet, I decided it was necessary.
Speaking to the proprietor, I was able to quickly procure what I needed. Returning to the car, I put the bag in the trunk and climbed back in.
"What did you get?" Anna asked, sounding sincere.
I looked over at her like she was an idiot.
"I think you will find out."
With that, we repeated the trip back to the hotel. This time Anna tried to situate herself out of range, but a quick nipple pinch correction solved that. By the time we reached the hotel Anna's legs were wide open to my touch, pussy exposed, along with her left breast which I had removed from the sundress.
She was lost in the clouds, not noticing we were parking until her brain realized that both my hands had left her body.
"Clean yourself up." I said as I got out and retrieved my package.
The walk back to the room was uneventful, unless you count my groping of Anna's bare ass in the elevator while an older couple stood in front of us.
By the time we got off, even I could smell Anna's pussy in the air.
Again, simmering. Just how I liked it.
When we got in the room, we still had over an hour, so I decided some cleanup was in order.
Amanda was still napping, so I sent Anna in to shower while I called to confirm our dinner reservation.
That only took a few minutes, so I took the opportunity to torture the redhead some more. Entering the bathroom, I sat and watched her in the shower.
Since she hadn't showered since arriving in town, my wife's friend found the shower extremely enjoyable. Her luscious red hair hung over her shoulders, its color darkened by the water, contrasting even more than usual with her pale skin.
Her back was arched, pushing out her pale, freckly breasts, slightly upturned, nipples at attention, water rushing over them. Even with her heels flat on the ground her ass was accentuated by her natural curves, topping her long, dancer's legs.
She was absolutely gorgeous, but she knew it, and I think that's why she was such a bitch. She knew guys would give her the benefit of the doubt.
Satisfied that Anna wasn't satisfying herself, I walked back out into the bedroom and awoke my sleeping wife with a kiss.
After our swim, I thought she might want a shower, but she declined. It wasn't until she felt my hand way up under her skirt that she woke up with a sultry "hmm".
I guess the nap had restarted her motor, because I put her on a simmer too, before Anna emerged from the bathroom.
She was wearing a towel around her head, and a second around her body.
I shook my head 'no' at her, and she scowled, but removed the lower towel, exposing her freshly washed body to my sullying eyes.
Anna went to her bag and pulled out some type of lotion, which she started applying to her legs. It wasn't meant to be a sexually arousing act, but considering how hot she was, almost anything she did naked would be.
"Anna, I am a little disappointed. I thought I had given you enough moisturizer already?"
That earned me another look from Anna, but a giggle from my wife.
Since they were both engaged, I decided to unveil their outfits for the evening. While the sundresses were 'decent' and hadn't received too much protest, I expected some resistance this time.
My wife I liked to dress in red, and tonight was no exception. The dress Amanda would be wearing was short and tight, barely covering her ass. The top was split in half, leaving her breastbone exposed to well below her breasts, and tying behind her head, hanging loosely over her chest. If not properly maintained, what time she didn't spend covering her ass would be spent covering her tits. The fabric was stretchy, so it would form-fit her gorgeous frame, and I knew it would be a hit with any guy we saw.
Anna's dress was gray. The color was perfectly neutral and contrasted nicely with both her hair and her skin.
The dress had to be pulled on, it was also stretchy, which meant it was tight in all the right places. The top half was basically a giant loop of material that started behind her neck and looped over her breasts.
The way the top was done meant her back was mostly exposed. The only thing holding the bottom half up was about 6" of fabric across her stomach that connected the loop to the skirt. The bottom half was stretched tight around her ass, but again, one tug. The skirt ran to mid-thigh.
I could see that neither girl was taken with her dress, but I knew every guy we saw would be.
I quickly pushed them to get dressed, and when they were, inspected them, tugging her and there.
They both looked gorgeous, albeit slutty.
While they did their hair and makeup I changed into a suit.
When they were finished, I told them both to pick out their shoes. I took the opportunity to unpack my bag from the adult store.
When the girls were properly heeled, I handed each a box. They each opened them and sighed, clearly not happy with what they were given.
"Well, you wanted to wear panties. So I got you panties".
Anna's were a sheer, black thong. I don't think her objection was to that. I think her objection was to fact that the panties contained a vibrator. A vibrator that I now demonstrated for her by pressing the remote in my pocket.
"If you are a good girl, I will give you the remote" I said, ignoring her response and turning to my wife.
Amanda's box contained a pair of panties as well. But her's was a 'strap-in'. They were red, matching her dress, and pretty small cut, but contained a snap on the inside of the crotch where a black dildo was mounted.
"Don't worry honey, I didn't buy the deluxe model with the butt plug. And if you are a good girl, maybe I will let you turn it inside out so you can fuck Anna with it."
I chuckled, seeing the girls' disgust. At this point; however, they knew better than to argue, and proceeded to don their assigned underwear.
Anna's thong showed no lines, but Amanda's dong required more support, and the panty lines across her ass were clearly visible.
It was even more obvious that something was up when my normally sure-footed wife nearly waddled down the hallway to the elevator.
Once there, I could see her fidgeting with the panties, trying to make the phallic invader as comfortable as possible.
In the elevator, I goosed the remote and was rewarded with Anna nearly jumping out of her shoes. I chuckled, but we decided to turn the dial down a little. After all, the goal was to stimulate her, but not so much it was obvious.
Amanda's gait did not improve in the lobby, and even though the restaurant was not far away, I decided it would be better to drive.
