(Please note this story is fiction and does include bisexuals, though some reluctant, of both the male and female variety. If this isn't something you enjoy, then please don't read the story.)
The walk back to the hotel room wasn't long in steps, but in my mind it took forever. My wife Heather and I had both just had our first bisexual experiences, and none of it was our decision. Instead we were told to do things by John and Mary who owned the company I worked for, and we could do nothing about it. I wanted to talk to Heather about everything that had happened, but previously had been told that we could not talk. So we walked back to the room in silence.
As instructed once we got back to the room we both removed our clothes and went straight to the shower. Neither of us touched the other person, though only a few hours ago that is all we could think about. Instead we both worked to remove any body hair we had in our private region,s as we had been instructed. After completing the task and getting completely clean we both toweled off and then left the bathroom in search of the clothing we were told would be in the room for us.
I had no idea how long the clothes had been there, but there they were on the bed waiting for the both of us. Waiting for me was black wife beater style tank top shirt and white drawstring Shalimar pants and nothing else. Heather found what she told me later is called a tank dress. It was sky blue and was a short skirt bottom with a tank top style top which had slits on both sides that went from her hip to under her arms. You could easily see the side of each of her breasts, and thankfully it was a tight dress or you could have seen almost all of her skin, though you could already make out every curve and easily see her nipples. There were no undergarments there for her either, not that there was space in the dress for them anyway.
We both just sat there for what seemed like forever. We couldn't talk but I could tell when I looked at her face that Heather wanted to talk as well. I turned on the TV and we both just sat there for what seemed like forever. I honestly couldn't tell you what we watched as all I could do was think over all the things I wanted to say to my wife. Yet finally the time came for us to leave and both of our bodies moved on autopilot, leaving the room and walking towards the restaurant.
Although the walk from our room to the restaurant wasn't long it honestly felt like it took forever. My stomach was turning knots and I wasn't sure if I was going to throw up or not. We arrived at the restaurant and both just stood at the entrance. I guess it makes sense as we were just told to meet John and Mary there and since we couldn't see them we just waited. The greeter said hello and we both just stood there and the girl didn't seem to mind. From behind us I heard John arrive. They greeted us with a hug for each of us and then asked us how we were doing. Neither of us replied. John and Mary laughed and John then said we were allowed to speak when asked questions by a Master. We both quickly replied that we were ok and that was it.
The greeter than talked to John and led us all to a table in the restaurant. As we drew closer to the table we found that Bruce and Jenny (the owner's son and daughter in law) were already seated in the booth with the round table. They got up and greeted the four of us warmly. Bruce and Jenny then sat back down and John instructed me to sit next to Jenny and Heather was to sit next to Bruce. Then Mary sat next to me and John sat next to Heather.
We were quickly waited on by yet another lovely server. She wasn't wearing much and any time she leaned over you could see her marvelous breasts. I could feel my cock stirring, even though I was as anxious as could be.
