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Chapter 297 by airwreck airwreck

What happens next?

Getting ready for dinner.

With a towel wrapped around my waist, I walked out of the master bathroom and saw the girls putting on make-up, getting their hair ready, and trying on black dresses. God, I was a lucky sonovabitch to have five gorgeous women going to dinner with me and, of course, a special dessert afterwards.

Elizabeth noticed me lingering around, gawking at them, and huffed, "Honey, go change in another room!"

"Okay, no problem! I've already seen you girls naked plenty of times," I chuckled and I quickly grabbed my dress shirt, jacket, tie, and pants after my wife whacked me with a throw pillow. It didn't take me long to change in one of the spare bedrooms and I went downstairs to watch some TV while I waited for them. After a commercial break I glanced at my watch.

"Are you girls ready yet? It's almost five-thirty!"

"Give us five more minutes, honey!" Elizabeth shouted back down.

"We're going to lose our reservation!" I hollered back.

Waiting those ten minutes was worth it — I stood in the foyer and my cock twitched at the glorious sight of the five women walking daintily down the spiral stairs in their high heels like Miss America contestants. I was speechless at how gorgeous my lovers were!

"I see that Ian approves how we look!" Talia giggled at the bulge in my pants. She twirled around to give me a new view of the backless black dress she borrowed from my wife. The other girls did the same, teasing me with their ample cleavage the dresses did little to cover.

"Okay, we should go now before I decide to cancel the reservation, order pizza, and take you all upstairs to ravish you," I chuckled, opening the front door for the girls.

"That's tempting," Amy purred into my ear. As she walked past me, she looked over her shoulder and gave me a playful wink, swaying her hips seductively as she and the rest of the girls headed towards the SUV.

I played chauffeur, holding the doors open for them before getting into the driver's seat. I looked back into the rear-view mirror and grinned, "Okay, we should get to the restaurant in time unless we get stopped by a cop again."

What happens next?

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