The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10

... detour to the store to pick up a bottle of champagne? I know I said I'd do it, but I forgot." "Honey, I'm almost home!" I rolled my eyes. I’d just made it through over an hour of New Year’s traffic. "Don't whine, it's unbecoming of such a sexy man. Besides, I've got a surprise waiting for you at home that will more than make up for it." That piqued my interest. "I do like surprises," I sighed. I swung by the grocery store, battled the crowds for a bottle of bubbly, waited in line for a geological epoch, and then finally made it home to my wife-- Who greeted at the front door wearing a skin-tight, orange and white Hooters uniform. Without a bra. "Whoa," I blinked. Ever since our first double date, when I learned that Tracy and Ria had both worked at Hooters during college, I'd fantasized about how the two of them must have looked in those slutty outfits. But Ria had left that job on a bad note--meaning she'd burned the uniform and deleted all photos of her wearing it. I never actually thought I'd get the chance to see her as a "Hooters Girl." Until to tonight. "Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open," she teased. "Come in." She turned on her heel and walked inside, giving me an eyeful of her juicy butt stretching out those microscopic orange shorts. I followed her into the living room like an obedient puppy, where Ria sat me down on the sofa and spoke in her absolute perkiest voice: "Welcome to Hooters! My name's Maria, and I'll be your servant tonight." "Don't ...

... you mean 'server?'" “Whichever,” she shrugged, giving her hair an exaggerated, valley girl flip. Then she leaned down to pour me a pint of beer, oodles of cleavage spilling out of her low-cut white tank top. I whistled appreciatively, "Man, you weren't kidding when you told me I'd like the surprise." "Oh sweetie, this is only HALF the surprise.”. I quirked an eyebrow. "Half?" Suddenly, a burst of girlish laughter came from the bedroom. Ria rolled her eyes, "Aw, Trace! You spoiled the big reveal I was building up to." "Sorry!" Tracy called out. My pulse quickened at the sound of Tracy's voice. Ria shook her head and laughed, "It's too late for sorries! I guess you may as well come out and let him see you." A moment later, Tracy stepped into view, smiling proudly in a Hooters costume of her own: white trainers, high socks, orange spanx, and a microscopic white tank top. The laws of physics drew my attention immediately to her chest, where the girl's stupendous bust was stretching out that cartoon owl on all directions. "Hi Shane," she said with a wave. Goddammit, she wasn't wearing a bra, either. "I thought you had plans with a girlfriend," I stammered, watching her stride across the apartment towards me. "And Ria's the best girlfriend I've ever had," she winked, playfully patting my wife on the butt as she said it. The two women sat down on either side of me, cozying up with their soft bodies. Tracy teasingly stroked my chest. Ria dropped her hand to my thigh and squeezed: ...