Chapter 9
It was that time of year. Britney and I ran into each other quite a bit; church, school functions and just out and about. But we were becoming friends. I think she had started to understand why I had done the things I had done, but more importantly, she was feeling as betrayed by her husband as I was by mine.
We occasionally took the kids to the park together. We sat together at church sometimes. We kept talking about having to get together. What was funny was that these conversations would happen at church and we were talking about getting together to fuck our husbands but everyone around us assumed we were talking about family dinner.
The more time I spent with her, the more incredibly beautiful I realized she was. I had never been into girls until Danae, but I was into Britney. I wanted her fucking my husband. I wanted to watch her fuck her husband. I wanted to kiss her and touch her while we watched her husband fuck my husband.
But life was not allowing such things. What was happening, however, was that we were getting closer. I would go so far as to say she had become my best friend at the church.
I wanted to introduce her to Danae.
It took way too long to get her up to Plato's, but eventually I got Britney to go with me up there. It was a Wednesday so we had to be careful about time. Both of our kids were in school, except for my baby, who was with my Mother.
I dressed as had become the norm for me, which was just a little bit more evocative than was appropriate for church and Brit was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a plain white T-shirt.
Nobody ever looked as good in a plain white T-shirt.
I had made sure Danae was working. I was looking forward to seeing her again. It had been too long, but more than that, I couldn't wait for her and Brit to get to know each other.
As the doors closed behind us, Brit was enthralled at what she saw. The same long display counters with multiple monitors playing every kind of porn imaginable. Doorways went off to other rooms separated by beaded curtains hiding the darkness awaiting behind them.
Her face was pallid as she looked around, her eyes focusing on first one perverted porn act then another. She had never seen most of these acts before, and even though I had told her about Plato's in detail, she was obviously not prepared.
Danae, dressed in a long flowing white robe with nothing on beneath, allowed her perfect breasts and silky body to provide texture to the sheer fabric. As she walked, it flowed like a train behind her.
"This must be Britney" she said as she kissed her on each cheek and took her hand, lifting it above her head to twirl her like a ballerina. "She is as perfect as you said, my dear. Delicious."
"You just can't live in that outfit though. It hides so much of what you have to offer. We just can't let this travesty go on any longer. Help me get her ready, My dear." She said as she led Britney through one of the beaded curtains into what I knew was the lingerie room.
"Help her out of that, sweetheart" Danae said to me as she began scouring the displays for what she thought to be the perfect outfit for Brit. I, for my part, began to gently pull at the T Shirt, feeling for any resistance, but there was none. If she had not been so overwhelmed, I am sure Brit would have balked, but she was on sensory overload and Danae's demeanor and lavished attention was sweetening the pot.
