The evening I first met Jennifer, my wife's newest girlfriend, Gigi instructed her that I enjoy having my women naked under their short skirts. So, in the restroom of the restaurant where we were dining, Jennifer removed her panties and hid them in her purse. Later, while walking back to the house, she casually shoved her panties into my pocket (as instructed by her trainer) and gave both Gigi and me a slightly nervous grin. This was her first night out with a male companion since her divorce and she was rather inexperienced in both open relationships and one-on-one relationships.
We returned to our house and as I prepared a round of drinks at the bar, Gigi took Jennifer on the grand tour. When I caught up with them down in the game room, Gigi was already naked on the couch and instructing Jennifer who was on her knees exploring Gigi's lower regions with her tongue. With her panties already removed, I had ready access to her charming attributes and although she was nervous, I wasted no time in getting naked myself and assisting in her instruction.
That first night, sex was rather clumsy in that Jennifer had just come out of a very controlling situation where she was not permitted to enjoy sex by her husband and I was going into the hospital for surgery on my love muscle in the very near future. Nevertheless, Gigi, enjoyed having her pussy eaten while she instructed her new girl-toy on the joys bi-sexual pleasure. Jennifer quickly learned that she could make love to both a man and a woman at the same time.
When I was admitted to the hospital for my Peyronie's surgery, Jennifer was available to assist Gigi. What started out to be just an overnight stay in the hospital turned into an eight week ordeal whereby I was unable to actively participate in any sexual activity. Fortunately for Gigi, Jennifer provided the distraction she so sorely needed. Gigi was an experienced teacher while Jennifer proved to be a both good student and a quick learner. Together, they formed a lovers bond that transcends marriage while I benefit from having two women to satisfy my sexual cravings.
Over the winter, Jennifer visited with us on a number of occasions when she was able to get away from work and make the three hour drive down here. We enjoyed many threesomes and as I recovered from my surgery, Gigi began training her charge on the fundamentals of pleasing a man.
To celebrate Saint Valentine's Day, Gigi had planned a "long weekend" outing which would include some new, exciting and sensual adventures. Years ago, Gigi had surprised and quite literally shocked me by stripping in a tittie-bar and making porn movies with her friend and lover, Julie. Jennifer is still quite shy about her sexuality but Gigi was about to set things in motion that would change that situation quite dramatically.
Gigi purchased a very provocative red mini-dress for Valentine's Day. Together with red stockings and sluttish CFM heels, already in her sexy collection, the low cut dress and its flared skirt was enough to wet any man's appetite. Jennifer's ensemble included a new, bright red wrap-around dress which revealed the enticing cleavage of her succulent breasts. Standing together, Gigi and Jennifer appeared as evil twin sisters about to tempt Satan himself.
We left our car at home and walked the short distance to the Inn where I had the pleasure of dining with two of the most beautiful women in God's creation. Jennifer gazed at Gigi with an innocent blush about her face as she ran her foot up the side of my leg under the table. As we chatted before the meal was served, I observed that Gigi and Jennifer held hands across the table and silently smiled as though they were reading the evil thoughts in each other's mind.
Having finished our desert, we decided to try out the entertainment at the little club down the street. As we left the restaurant, we were immediately serenaded by the strains of rock music from the band and although we were still bundled up in our winter outerwear, we were practically dancing in the street as we approached the entrance to the club.
The dance music was deafeningly loud and the crowd was lively. People, mostly in their late twenties to early thirties crowded onto the dance floor to enjoy the upbeat tempo of the young rock band. After being served a drink, we decided to try our luck on the dance floor, also. Finding a little opening in the corner which afforded enough room for us to safely dance without getting bumped or knocked over, we began to boogie.
Gigi and Jennifer were a big hit with the other Saint Valentine's Day partiers. Forming a circle around us, they clapped their hands to the music and encouraged my girls to "get it on". As we danced, Gigi extended her arm around Jennifer's waist and pulling her by the hand, twirled her around causing the skirt of her wrap-around dress to flare out and expose her long, stocking clad legs.
I slow-danced several numbers with Jennifer and relished in the envious looks I received from the other guys as she pressed her supple body tightly against me. The movements of her body felt so good as we slowly moved to the music that my level of arousal increased three hundred percent. Had I been able to get a full erection without pumping up my prosthetic devise, I am certain I would have poked a hole in the front of my trousers as we danced. And... the way Jennifer softly breathed on my neck as she rubbed against my body, I was achieving the desired effect on her.
"That a girl.... Ya did good, Honey." My wife congratulated Jennifer on her performance with a hug when we returned to our table. "You got their attention."
We had no more than sat down to finish our drinks when two young men approached our table and invited both Gigi and Jennifer to dance. Without hesitation, Gigi eagerly accepted the invitation and pulled Jennifer up from her chair. Looking cautiously back over her shoulder to me, Jennifer nervously followed Gigi and the two young men back out onto the dance floor.
I watched from our table as my ladies danced with their two handsome young men. Gigi's partner was well practiced and very graceful as he held my wife in his arms and swirled her across the dance floor with confidence. Jennifer's dancing partner however, was not quite as comfortable on his feet, but Jennifer merely smiled as he held her in his embrace and maneuvered her into a corner. Before anything could happen in the corner, though, the song ended and the band switched tempo.
The hard driving rock music echoed from the walls of the dance hall as the foursome danced to the pulsating rhythms of the blaring music. Jennifer's partner twirled her around. and her skirt flared out revealing her freshly shaved and naked womanhood.
"Did you see that?" A young woman at the next table excitedly whispered to her date.
"See what?" came his reply. "Where?"
"The blonde in the red dress... she ain't got no panties on." The girl excitedly whispered over the blaring music.
"Shit, Hon. There's seven blondes out there with red dresses." Her date responded. "Which one?"
"The ones that are coming back to me when they're done dancing." I quietly though to myself as I watched Jennifer and Gigi dancing. "The ones I'm gonna take home and fuck, tonight."
The window of my mind went back some-twenty five years to when my wife danced so enticingly at the Purple Pussy Cat. As Gigi's partner twirled her around on the dance floor and her skirt flared out, I got a quick glimpse of her trimmed bush as she once again exhibited her body to the eyes of strangers.
"Wow! I see her now." The young man at the next table excitedly declared. "Why don't you dress that way, Honey?"
"Not her.... The taller one next to her." His date replied in exasperation as she smacked the back of his head. "What kind of slut do you think I am? Huh?"
Confused, he glanced my way for a split second and I just acknowledged his remarks with a smile. He quickly turned his attention back to his date as she sat in a stew with her arms folded across her chest while I continued to watch Gigi and Jennifer on the dance floor. When Gigi and Jen returned to our table, the other table became very quiet and cold.
Gigi and I danced a few slow-dances and I confided in her about the couple at the next table watching her and Jennifer on the dance-floor. She gave me a sly, sexy grin and firmly pressed her warm body to mine as we swirled around the crowded dance-floor.
