Decline it, but Emma has Plans

I smiled at Emma. I thought about how I could tell her that it might not be a good idea to dance now. I had promised her and there was nothing to it, but she was acting strange. First these photos and then these hidden approaches.

"Yes... the dance." I finally said uncertainly, and she smiled at me.

"Dan. I... didn't mean to get too close. I just wanted to... I don't know." She said, crestfallen, and went back to her chair and sat down. It was just awful to see her like that. Maybe I had done her wrong. The idea of Emma trying to seduce me was a ridiculous thought. She had just experienced firsthand how bad it felt and I couldn't imagine that she would do something like that to another woman.

I sat down next to her and just sat quietly next to her. She was so lost in thought that she didn't even realize it. Only after I cleared my throat did she look over at me.

"Well Emma!" I just grinned and looked over at her in a good mood.

"Dan?" she asked uncertainly, and I smiled encouragingly to her.

"We are here to celebrate. I'm sorry for my stupid behavior." I said apologetically. "I may have read too much into that."

"I should never have shown you the pictures! I didn't mean to offend you or anything. It was just... well... you're my best friend and I just wanted... we've known each other for so long and I didn't think anything of it," she said and was about to cry. Hurriedly I replied gently.

"I'm really sorry. I was so happy that you smiled again and now I am so sorry that I took that smile away.

She smiled at me and in that moment, she was more beautiful than ever. Her eyes were shining happily, and the smile was beautiful.

"Your wife is really lucky. Such a faithful man. Shall we do the dance another time?"

"Why don't we have another drink first?" I laughed and winked at her.

"So, you want to get me drunk! Shame on you! You're married!" she laughed and punched me in the ribs. Then she stood up and looked down at me. "What can I get you, your dirty old man?"

"How about some red wine? I hear it's really good." I said with a big grin.

She nodded at me and left. I noticed that many of the other men were looking secretly after her. I even caught myself looking behind her. I just couldn't get these cursed pictures of her out of my head. I had always had a weakness for swimsuits. And some of her pictures seemed to really fire my imagination.

As she waited at the bar for the drinks she turned to me again and smiled at me. Caught up, I looked in another direction.

As I turned away, Emma reached down into her neckline and pulled out a small bottle. Inside was a clear liquid that she inconspicuously poured into one of the glasses.

When she came back, she put the red wine down and toasted me with her white wine. The wine tasted good, even though it had a strange note. I was certainly not a wine connoisseur, but I had never experienced such a taste. It was not unpleasant, but simply unusual.

"I must warn you! I can take a lot! So, getting me drunk won't be easy for you." Emma laughed, and we joked around for a while. It did us good to make normal jokes again.

But it didn't take me long before I felt warm. I caught myself looking at Emma's cleavage. The beautiful, expensive looking necklace was lying directly on her big breasts. My wife Ria didn't have anywhere near as big and fine breasts as Emma. Ria was slimmer built and a little smaller than Emma. With her long black hair and her olive skin she looked like a modern princess Jasmine, even though she was Asian. When it came to pure sex appeal, my beloved wife could not compete with Emma. But I knew exactly what I had in Ria. She was the woman of my dreams and nothing in the world would ever make me cheat on her.

"You like the necklace?" I suddenly heard Emma's voice. I ripped my eyes away from her neckline and cough sheepishly. How long had I been staring at her breasts?

"Oh... yes... very nice!" I lied and slipped uncomfortably on the chair back and forth. For some reason I felt my cock in my pants waking up. I felt terribly warm and my whole suit seemed to have shrunk. Hopefully Emma didn't notice that I just had a hard-on. What would she think of me if I got a hard-on while looking at her breasts. Luckily for me, she didn't seem to notice and turned her chair a little bit, so she was turned towards me. With one hand she moved down along her neck. Her perfectly manicured fingers followed the chain that she held between 2 fingers. As she did so, she glided over the two lugs of her full breasts and lifted the chain a little.

I had followed the fingers and could now see the necklace clearly. Even more. I had an incredibly good view of her bust. The pink dress was very tight and under the dress were hidden 2 of the most magnificent tits I had ever seen.

"This is from my ... man ... actually I wanted to throw it away, but then I thought ... no! Just because he cheated on me with another woman doesn't mean I have to give up beautiful things, does it?" she said, and I felt my mouth dry. "Is everything okay? Oh. Your glass is empty. Would you like another red wine?" she asked, and I smiled gratefully for the distraction. I reached for my glass and finally managed to look somewhere else.

"Yes... that would be really great! Would you like to go and fetch it again? With a beautiful woman like you, the bartender will certainly be faster than with a guy like me." I said. But the real reason was that I couldn't possibly stand up now. She would have immediately seen the swelling.

"If I were the bartender, I would come to you first!" she grinned and stood up. She bent over a little and I could look deeper into her neckline than I would have liked. This time I followed her every move very closely. With each step her beautiful, firm butt slid back and forth. What would it feel like to have such an ass in your hand?

I shook my head violently to sort out my thoughts. What was wrong with me. I wasn't like this before. These miserable pictures! These damn lingerie pictures of her! When I thought of the pictures I saw that her cell phone was still on the table and not locked. Emma was still at the counter, so she wouldn't even notice. I activated the screen and opened the picture gallery. I searched a little bit until I found the picture where she was not wearing the red bikini, but a silver swimsuit. She leaned on her arms and pressed her chest through. What a wonderful sight. If I had seen her like that at that time... I could not have said no.

"So that's your favorite?" I suddenly heard her against my shoulder. As she put the glass down on my left, she looked over my right shoulder. "I always liked that one, too."

I turned my head slightly to one side and enjoyed her perfume in my nose. She didn't look at me at all, she only looked at the display. I was so embarrassed at that moment, so aroused that I didn't say a word. I did not even notice how she secretly poured another violet into my red wine.

"You know ... I have a similar one with me ..." she smiled at once and then sat down next to me again.