Alison strips

Alison knew Emily was totally serious about what she said. She was the dominant partner in their marriage, and Alison knew it well. The one thing she didn't want to lose was Emily's love. She felt certain the only way she could keep it would be to do as she was told. She kicked off her heels and slowly unzipped the back of her black lace dress.

"Take your time, sweetie," Emily purred. "Make it sexy. Why not do a dance for us?"

Alison slowly began to dance as she pushed one arm out of her dress. Her hips swayed and gyrated to an imaginary smokey beat. Now both arms were out, and she danced while holding the front of her dress over her ample bare breasts. Instead of exposing her breasts right away, she used her other free hand to pull up the bottom of her dress, exposing her soaking wet black lace panties. "See how wet you two made me?" she said in a sultry voice.

Emily's mouth was hanging open, and Jamal's eyes were fixed on Alison's every move. "This is the wettest I've ever seen you!" Emily commented. She licked her lips as Alison shimmied out of the tight dress and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were still covered with one arm, and all she had left on were those soaked lace panties. She danced in a complete circle now to show them her well-toned ass and shapely legs. Then as she turned to face them again, she dropped the arm covering her breasts and removed her panties, flinging them at Emily.

Emily caught the soaking wet panties and inhaled them deeply. She loved Alison's scent. It drove her crazy with lust. But she knew she had to remain in charge of the situation or Alison might get the upper hand. "You can stop dancing now," she said. "Get over here on the bed with us, and finger yourself while Jamal breeds me again."