After getting a beer and fresh drinks for the women, I went back to the table and sat. Jan and Christine were still on the floor dancing, but Jan saw me and when the song ended they walked back to sit with me.
They must have been dancing the whole time that I was gone, because both women were sweating lightly. I also noticed that they both were touching each other as they walked back to the table, and leaned in to talk closer to each other quietly before they sat.
We talked for a little while, and I had fun listening to their thoughts. My 'bi-curious seed' had sprouted very well in both of them, and if they were planning what I thought they were, I was going to have a lot of fun with them later.
After a few minutes the band announced that it was time for the parents of the bride and groom to dance. The thought of two divorced couples dancing in the spotlight at a wedding, their first physical contact in years, amused me as I walked onto the dance floor, especially considering that neither split was exactly friendly.
I knew just from the look in Jan's eyes before I even took her in my arms that she was going to start her pitch during the dance. A couple of seconds later we had our arms around each other as we started dancing, and her thoughts were already running.
"So how have you been, really?" she asked as she molded her body to mine. 'C'mon Jan! You know the easiest way to get any man is through his cock! You've done it before. You were married to him, for god's sake! Get him hard, and he'll remember how good the sex was!'
I had to admit to myself that it did bring back some good memories feeling her body pressed up against mine for the first time in almost ten years, and the sex was very good, at the beginning. However, even as I felt my cock start to slowly thicken the rest of the memories quickly came back and I focused on the present.
"I'm doing well," I told her. "I'm keeping busy."
"How are you?" I asked.
"I'm getting by," she replied. 'Barely!'
'Holy shit! Is he getting hard already? Yes! Make it easy for momma!'
"Getting by?" I asked, wondering where the hell she came up with 'momma.' "That doesn't sound very promising."
"The business is struggling a little," she told me. "We need to make a couple of minor changes and we should be alright." 'Yes! He's getting harder! Make the first move now! Hopefully you can keep him hard until he dances with Christine! Then all three of us ...'
My hand had slid down to just above her ass and I felt her move her hips closer to me, pressing my bulge against her pelvis. "Mmmmmm! That feels nice!" she purred into my ear as she wiggled her hips slightly. "I miss this big guy!"
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned in response as I pressed my fingertips against the small of her back, pulling her hips tighter against me.
"I really miss your tongue too!" she purred. "No one has even been able to make me cum like you could!"
'But yet, you felt the need to cheat on me anyway,' I thought.
"Do you miss my pussy? And my lips and tongue?" she asked.
While I had to admit that Jan always had a tight, wet pussy, her blowjobs were average at best, having only been able to get me off orally a couple of times in all of our years together. She did love it, however, when I would pull out of her pussy and then cum in her mouth. She loved cleaning my shaft when I pulled out mid-fuck and we went into a 69.
"What do you think?" I asked as I pulled her closer to me again.
"Oh my!" she replied just as the song ended. 'Yes! You've got him! Now to toss out the other bait! She'd better be able to reel him in!'
'Hell, she's so fucking horny, she'll want to jump his bones the moment she feels that big bulge against her belly! God, I can't wait until all three of us play together!' she thought.
'I REALLY can't wait until I get to play with Christine for the first time! I can't believe that I've waited this long to be with another girl! Especially her!' I made her think.
'You have got to be a complete whore for him tonight! We both do! Hell, we should be whores for each other! I know that I'll do anything she wants!' I quickly added.
"Will you do me a favor, please?" she asked before we walked off the floor.
"If I can," I told her.
"Will you dance with Christine too?" she asked. "Soon." 'Right away! Before that cock goes back down!'
I looked at her like she was crazy, and she went on. "She's really lonely. She could really use just a little ... thrill tonight. We both know how that feels."
'Yeah, I do thanks to the two of you! And you expect me to feel sorry for her?' I thought to myself.
"Sure. I'd be happy to dance with her," I told her.
The band started playing another slow song just as we got back to the table, and I walked up to Christine and put my hand out. "Dance with me, Christine," I said, telling her rather than asking, and planting a subconscious seed that I was in charge.
I saw her eyes drop to my crotch for a second as I walked up and her brain went into high gear. 'Holy crap!' "Ummm, ok," she replied as she took my hand. Before we left the table, Jan pulled Christine close and whispered something in her ear. It was too loud, and they were too far away, for me to be able to hear what she was saying, but I was betting that it had to do with getting me hard and closing the deal.
A few seconds later I held her the same way that I had held Jan a couple of minutes earlier. Before either of us said a word, I slid my hand down to the small of her back and pulled her hips closer to me, pressing my still hard rod against the smaller woman's belly.
'Oh my god! That feels like a steel bar! She really got him started!'
"How are you doing?" I asked her as we danced, wanting to try to control the conversation. From that angle, standing above her like I was, I not only had a good view down the front of her dress, but I saw her signature string of pearls, something that I had forgotten about. I remembered her telling Jan once that they were her grandmother's, and that she wore them when she dressed up as a reminder of how she was taught to be a "proper lady." This weekend, I was going to make sure that she kept them on, putting a much different set of memories in them for her.
"I'm ... getting by," she replied as she looked up at me, echoing what Jan had said. 'Although I'm getting better, feeling this hard thing pressing against my belly!'
'How long has it been since you've felt a real dick?' I made her think she was asking herself.
'Hell! It's been over a year! As soon as Greg found out and left, so did the spineless asshole!' she thought, referring to her ex-husband and who I had to assume she was fucking on the side. 'My fingers and toys just aren't doing it anymore!'
It was very hard for me not to laugh when I heard that. I remembered Jan telling me that during a girl's night out at Christine's house, where another friend of theirs who was starting to do those home sex toy parties was also present. Jan told me that Christine adamantly denied having, or even using toys, claiming, "I don't need them!" Christine had also allegedly called herself a "sexual goddess" a few times as well after she had a couple of drinks.
We made small talk as we danced for a couple of songs while I read her thoughts. Her mind was racing, reeling at her growing feelings towards Jan, her excitement at the feel of my cock pressed against her, as well as her uncertainty over Jan's plan.
'Just do everything that you can,' I sent to her. 'Better yet, do everything that you HAVE to! This is important!'
