"I've got some music I could play from my phone if you guys want?" I offered. Keith motioned to the clock radio which had an adapter for phones and MP3 players. In just a minute, we were listening to a play list of some of our favorite slower songs.
I had brought along a backpack, really a picnic backpack and had a bottle of champagne chilling in it. I broke that out and poured three glasses.
Keith and Danielle were making small talk, both looking a little uncomfortable as I handed them each a glass. They probably were thinking I was looking uncomfortable too.
"Danielle," I said, "how about you let Keith and I sit down by the table and you show us how you like to dance."
She didn't respond but walked directly over to the spot across from the table and started to sway her hips slowly to the music. Keith offered me the chair closest to her, but I took the other one instead. My chair was slightly behind his although we both had a clear view of my beautiful wife dancing slowly.
I'd never asked Danielle to put on a show like this, but she seemed to get right into the groove. She swayed and turned, giving us each seductive looks over her shoulder for about half a song. I couldn't tell what effect it was having on Keith, but I was starting to get hard by this point. I'm pretty sure she noticed, because of one of the looks and smiles she gave me. After a few minutes of this, Danielle slowly approached Keith and put a hand on his neck and moved it up to the back of his head. She then moved both hands to either side of his face, and she leaned forward and gave him a full kiss on the lips. I saw their mouths open up and they held that position for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a few seconds. She then looked at me, a bit expectantly, and then did a slow spin that ended with her standing between my parted knees. She then grabbed me gently on the side of the head and planted the same kind of kiss on me.
"I think you're wearing a little too much to be kissing us like that." I whispered when she pulled away slightly.
"Hmmmm," she hummed. Then she gave me another quicker kiss and then moved back to her original position across from both of us, running her fingers along Keith's shoulder and arm as she walked past him.
I haven't described dress she was wearing, it was a little black one. She said it was a skater dress. It was form-fitting above the waist and flared out at the bottom. It ended well above her knees, showing off her fantastic legs. When she got back to her original spot, she kept her back to us and gave Keith another naughty look over her shoulder saying, "I can't unzip this myself, come here."
Keith got up quickly, and then slowly zipped down the back of her dress. As he returned to his chair, the bulge in his pants was pretty obvious. I wasn't trying to stare, but I was fascinated by this whole thing.
Danielle kept her back to us and pulled her dress off of her shoulders, and then down to her waist, revealing a lacy black bra, and just the hint of the top of her black panties.
"Your turn," she said motioning to me with her finger. "I need some help with this thing" she said while pointing to her bra strap.
I was up in a flash, but I took my time unhooking her bra. I let my hard-on rub her ass a bit as I did it, and then wondered if Keith had done the same thing. I kind of hoped he had. She was absolutely hot, and I could tell she was enjoying this as much as we were. I caught Keith's eye as I turned and sat down, he was smiling but still had a bit of a "What is going on here?" look. I think we were both feeling the same way.
She waited until I was back in my seat before turning around with her hands covering her chest. The bra was still on in the front, but the straps were dangling on her sides. She got a funny look on her face, like "Hmmm...what to do I do now?"
"Turn back around and let it go," I suggested.
She looked at me like I had just solved world hunger and quickly turned her back to us again, and still swaying to the music, she let the bra fall to the floor. Still with her hands covering her breasts, she turned and walked back to Keith. Then, with one hand covering herself, she used the other to push his knees together and sat on his lap facing him. She ran her free hand up the side of his head through his hair and to the back of his head, and then suddenly pulled his face into her chest. She never let go with either hand, but Keith started kissing her chest and her lower neck above her arm. Danielle goes crazy when her neck is kissed and after only a few seconds of Keith's attention there, she stopped with the false modesty and let go with the hand covering her breasts and put it on the back of his head along with her other hand. She then used both hands to pull his head in and down, and soon he had slipped one of her nipples into his mouth and was sucking on it gently. At this Danielle threw her head back, a move that just about had me cum in my pants. I noticed that at some point in the past minute or so I had started to rub myself through my jeans. She had her eyes closed and her back arched and was holding his head on her chest. He switched to the other breast and began sucking, while his hands explored her chest, neck and face.
I was so energized by this whole scene I could barely sit still, but I did. They stayed in this spot for a few more seconds, and then she pulled his head off of her and stood back up. She let out a loud sigh, and then turned toward me. She approached me breasts bare, arms up and hands locked behind her head. As she stood in front of my knees she quickly pirouetted and then sat on my lap with her back to me. My hands were on her hips immediately and I worked my way up to her tits as she ground her ass into my lap.
Keith was watching wordlessly, although I noticed that he now had a hand on his lap rubbing himself through his pants. She seemed to notice that too, and asked us both, "Okay, now who is wearing too much?"
She was still on my lap, but Keith didn't need any other encouragement. He quickly stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, while he kicked off his shoes. His shirt was off in a flash and then came his white tee shirt. He started working on his belt, when she said, "Whoa! Not too fast. First, you turn around and dance for me."
Keith looked up, smiled a bit apprehensively, but followed orders. He turned his back and then continued working on his belt. Once it was off, he unbuttoned his pants and opened his fly. Still with his back to us, he let the pants drop halfway down his butt and smiled at her over his shoulder as he slowly swayed his hips to the music. She ground into my lap even harder at this point.
Keith continued his slow dance and eventually dropped his trousers on the floor and kicked them toward the corner. He then pulled off his socks, less seductively which got a bit of a chuckle out of Danielle and then he turned to face us. At this point he was only wearing a pair of black boxer/briefs, kind of like biker shorts, with a clear bulge in the front of them.
"I think he needs some help with the last part." I said loud enough that he could hear. Danielle turned and gave me a deep open-mouthed kiss and then got off of my lap. She took two steps, but then dropped to her knees in front of Keith so that his bulge was about 3 inches from her nose. She had her back to me, but I could tell that she looked up at his eyes and then ran her hands up the sides of his legs until she got to the waistband of his shorts. She tugged each side down slightly, until she revealed the top of his jet black pubic hair. She stopped there, and then looked back up at him. I couldn't tell, but I was imagining she was watching for his reaction and biting her bottom lip in anticipation. She turned her attention back to his shorts and then continued to slowly lower them by pulling down on the sides. The base of his cock became visible. He seemed to have manscaped himself recently, but only to trim down the hair. He was not completely shaved. She kept going but even more slowly, until his dick was just about free of the waistband. I glanced up at his face and he was transfixed, watching Danielle in utter fascination.
With one more slight tug, his dick sprang out and seemed to slightly brush her cheek. "Oh!" was her involuntary response. She quickly pulled his shorts the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them. She never took her eyes off of his cock as he moved. When he stood still again, she put her hand on his hip, seeming to grab his ass a bit. His dick seemed to be about average, like mine. But with two clear differences. Obviously, the color. I'm a very white, white-guy. He was mocha brown. Also, he was uncircumcised, and though he was fully hard at this point with the head free and clear, the foreskin was easy to see.
She kept her hand on his hip and then turned to me, still sitting in my chair I was wondering what would happen next.
"Now you." she ordered.
I stood up and had my shirt and tee shirt off immediately and then I started on my belt. She kept her hand on his hip as she patiently watched me pull off my belt and kick off my shoes simultaneously. I dropped my pants and tossed them off and I quickly did the same with my socks. I now stood there in my boxers awaiting orders. She just looked me up and down for a few seconds and then crawled the six feet over to where I stood and pulled down my shorts. Not slow, like Keith, but quickly and deliberately freeing my engorged member. She then grabbed my cock with her right hand and used her free hand to motion Keith closer. As he walked up, she grabbed his manhood with her other hand and then slowly stroked us both. I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she turned to watch each of our hard cocks, occasionally she would glance up at us and smiling devilishly.
I guess she felt like she owed me the honor, because my dick was the first one to feel her tongue on it. She licked the bottom of my head gently and then popped the first few inches into her mouth. Not deep, but enough that I could feel her tongue swirling around the tip. She never let go of Keith's cock, but stroked him in unison with the motion of her mouth on mine. Without looking at me, she then turned and did the same to him. Licking him for a second or two, and then popping him into her mouth and working magic with her tongue, all the while she squeezed and stroked my dick.
"This is different", she remarked, eyes on his dick now. At that she let go of me and had both hands on his cock. She pulled his foreskin up until it covered the head, and then lightly licked it. She then put him back in her mouth and used her lips to push the foreskin back as far as she could. She had him nearly all the way in her mouth and was holding him there. I pulled my eyes away from that scene and looked at Keith's face. His eyes were closed, his head was back and his mouth opened for a quick intake of breath. He looked like he could explode at any second.
