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.
Over her head came the T shirt, and Danae had to stop what she was doing.
"Oh my God" she gasped. "Such perfect nipples. I bet they are so sensitive. I am sorry but I must" she said as she lowered her lips to suck on one of Britney's nipples. Quickly. She didn't leave time for objection. It was like a lick and run, leaving Britney in her wake. "Here" she said as she tossed me a dress. "Never hide what you have, especially when it is perfection.
"And take off those dreadful jeans. Here." she said tossing a pair of white lace thigh highs.
I began to unbutton her jeans and lower them when I was face to face with Britney's freshly shaven pussy. It was glorious. Her labia were just swollen enough from child birth and use that they hung down like small flaps, separated by a few millimeters. I wanted to kiss them, but I refrained.
When I had her jeans off, I helped her step into the dress and pulled it up to her shoulders as I stood. Narrow white straps caressed her shoulders and the front was ruched down almost to her navel with a scant few inches of material below that. In all, it barely covered her ass and as she twirled to look in the many mirrors, it was visible most of the time.
I was still on my knees if front of her as I began to pull on the lace thigh-highs. They came pretty high on her thighs, leaving about two inches between the top of the hose and the hem of her dress.
Danae stood, marveling at her with her thumb and forefinger on her own chin when suddenly a visible inspiration hit her.
"Come with me, dears" she said as she glided into another room. She pulled off the shelf a delicate strappy white shoe, probably a 3-inch heel. I would have thought that she would opt for something higher for Brit, with her being so short and petite, but she obviously thought it best to accentuate her small stature.
"Dear" she said to Brit, "you are a vision. There is one more accessory. Come with me. And prance. Work that outfit" she said as she led the way to the toy room.
