The group ate. The strangers enjoying it like an intimate dinner with friends. The others, not so much. They nervously watched each other and the strangers, fearing most, what would happen once dinner was done. During desert, the small talk became more sexual. The banter had both Cindy and Steph red with embarrassment. Such things were asked like: How long did Chip last in bed? Did they more enjoy either giving or receiving oral sex? Had they ever experienced multiple partners, anal or sex with the opposite sex. Of course, both women quickly answered no to the last, feigning disgust; Especially since they were in the company of the minor; Molly.
While in discussion, Griffin's hand slipped farther up Steph's leg. She would quickly sweep it to the side, only to have it return more instant. His fingers were inches away from her pantie covered, sex. Cindy was glad that the table top hid this view from others.
On Vin's lap, Molly felt her her own thighs being caressed. By lifting his knee up and down, Molly's legs began to spread father apart, the short dress riding high and higher. From time to time, when she thought no one would notice, she would push the hand away and try to straighten the dress. Before long the hand was back and the hem riding high again.
"So, you admit that your breasts are sensitive?' Griffin said to Cindy, 'Pull your sweater up and show us. We are a good judge of tits; Are we not, Vin?"
"Yea, you heard him. Show us your tits, Wifey," Vin added.
"I most certainly will not," Cindy answered.
"Yea. Leave her alone. You've had your fill. Go, and leave us in peace. We swear not to notify any authorities," Chip added.
"Well, Chip, we haven't had our fill. While the desert was excellent, we have other appetites to satisfy," Griffin explained.
The group all knew it would come to this: The outlook they feared. Griffin took Vin's knife from the table. Both the women and Chip flinched at his movement.
"Tell you what, Chip, you stand, remove your wife's sweater and bra for us, or I'll do it myself with the knife. With all of this good wine, my hand might tremble some. I don't think she would like that."
Cindy feared for herself and her friends. "It's OK, Chip. Just do it," she said. "I love you," she added.
While Chip did not like it, his cock was still growing with the thought of exposing his wife in public. 'Perhaps I'll get to see Steph's,' he thought. He felt bad for even thinking that. Chip stood, reached over Cindy's shoulders, took the hem of her tight, white, sweater, and pulled it up. Cindy wore a white bra with front clasp. Her beautiful 36C breasts jiggled nicely in its grasp. The tops of her creamy orbs were stuffed tightly into the white cups.
"Go ahead, the bra," Griffin ordered.
Cindy nodded to Chip that everything was fine, and he reached for the front clasp of her bra. With a twist and a snap, Cindy's breasts spilled free. The roundish tits were capped with wide, pinkish, areolas, topped with the budding pearls of her hardened nipples.
"Nice,' Griffin remarked, 'Squeeze them for us. Tweak those nipples. I wanna see her face; See if she really enjoys them played with."
Embarrassed, Cindy tried to hold back a moan, as her husband caressed her sensitive flesh. The men watched her nipples swell.
"Sit down, Chip, and come here, Cindy," Griffin ordered. When Chip failed to move, Griffen reached out the with the knife, holding it's sharp blade, inches from Stephanie's right eye. "I said; 'Sit!'," He stressed to Chip.
Chip sat, and Cindy made her way around the table. Never the voyeur, Cindy was embarrassed to parade around the table with no top. Still, seeing the knife and pistol, she had no choice. Cindy was also weary, she had decided to wear no panties that day, and was naked beneath her suntan hose. Standing next to someone sitting, in such a short skirt, was something she had not planned on doing. She did not stop by Griffin but stopped by Stephanie instead. The man did not seem to mind. Instead, he addressed Steph:
"They do seem nice. Feel them," he told Steph.
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"You heard me,' Griffin said, picking up the knife, 'Touch them. Feel her tits."
Steph thought better of protesting, and reached up to touch her friend's tits. Across the table, Chip felt his cock rise. Steph touched a breast slightly then removed her hand.
"No. I said feel it,' Griffin insisted, 'Feel it as if it was your own. Don't remove your hand unless you're told."
This time, Steph let her hand wander over Cindy's flesh. She cupped it, lifting its weight, and ran her palm across the stiffening nipple. Cindy watched, helplessly watching her sensitive nipple swell with each caress.
Vin observed as well. Easing his chair back, he took Molly by the waist and pulled her to his lap. Vin knew she would feel his hardness throbbing against her ass. She squirmed; witch successfully rode her dress higher up. Nearly all of the tops of her thighs were visible. If the table top hadn't been blocking the view, Chip would have been able to see the crotch of her dark blue, panties. Indeed, she did feel something large, and swelling beneath her dress. She could almost make out the shape and length of it from through the thin material of her dress.
Griffin slid his own chair back. He took his hand and placed it at Cindy's lower back, pushing her closer to Steph. His other hand rose and cupped the back of Steph's head. "Now kiss it, and roll your tongue around her nipple."
Both women knew better then to make the men mad, not with the black man holding young Molly so close. Steph tried to ignore the fact that others were watching, and opened her mouth over Cindy's breast. She had never experienced lesbian tendencies, but had always wondered what it was like. Knowing what would make herself feel good, Steph treated Cindy's breast the same. Cindy herself, had to close her eyes, not wanting to show the others her pleasure. Her breasts were sensitive, and cared not, whose lips and hands caressed them. She also felt a hand. It moved from her lower back to caress the soft curve of her buttocks. Another began to slide up the inside of her soft thighs. She felt the touch moving up her hose, drawing closer and closer to her crotch. The soft area of the hose covered her sex, but it would not be enough to hide the wetness that was growing there.
Chip's eyes were glued to his wife and Steph, (The dream of his life.). He was caught off guard by the black man's words: "You, Chipper, Stand and take your clothes off. It's OK, just to your underwear for now." The black man now held that knife. He was running the blade over and across Molly's dress. Reluctantly, Chip stood, unbuckling his slacks then removing his sweater and light blue shirt. Once the trousers fell at his feet, he could not hide the bulge within his white briefs. Chip also saw the young, Molly; She was watching him closely.
"Come here, Chip. The girl is curious," Vin said.
"I am not!" Molly spats back.
"Yes, you are. Now shut up," he stressed, running the knife by her face.
Chip walked around to Molly's side. His abdomen was inches from her head.
"Touch him," Vin commanded Molly.
"She's just a child. Don't make her..." Chip's words stopped as the soft, delicate hand reached out and touched his lower belly, inches above the waistband of the briefs.
