(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.
Dinner started out as normal as any regular dinner would, minus my wife and I being apart and squeezed in between the owners of my company. John took care of ordering for everyone, and we were never asked what we wanted. The drinks continued to flow and we were told to eat and drink until we were full. The conversation was between the four of them while Heather and I ate and drank, only stopping to answer questions that were directed to us.
As the main course was being cleared from the table the server asked John if anyone was going to have dessert. He explained that dessert was going to be served in the executive suite. He told her that the menu has already been instructed to the head waiter and they would expect it to be there in 15 minutes. As he was saying that I felt a hand graze my cock. In these pants I could have felt a feather touch me and reacted, especially without wearing any underwear. Then another hand started to rub my thigh. I looked up and saw that Heather must have been getting the same kind of treatment as she was squirming quite a bit.
My looking at Heather was short lived as my attention was stolen back by the two hands that were now on my groin. One was stroking the head of my cock with their fingers and the other was tugging on my balls. The feelings were intense due to the skill at which they did their work while the satin pants made me feel every little thing they did. The feelings were intense and I was harder than I had ever been in my life. Being felt up in public like this and unable to do anything about it was a unique feeling. I was being driven crazy and as I was wondering how long I was going to be able to keep from cumming I heard my wife gasp. I looked up to see that the men on both side of her had their hands in the side of her dress and were both massaging one of her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and her face was one of pure bliss.
John noted that the time has come for all of us to leave. He used his off hand to help him move Heather's breast so it was totally exposed on the one side while Bruce did the same to her other breast. He told us to follow them, and so we got up and left the restaurant. Me and my rock hard cock tenting the front of my pants while Heather's breasts were on full display. We walked this way until we reached the suite.
