The 'wedding night' begins

Before we jump into the action let me tell you a bit more about our outfits, because these were not the ones that a regular bride or a bridesmaid would wear to a wedding. The lingerie was obviously sexy, but nothing too extravagant. Each set consisted of a lace bra, a matching thong, a garter belt with even more lace and a pair of stockings. To go well with the dress my bra had to be strapless. This meant that I had to be extra careful when glueing the breast pads to my chest. Dani then expertly applied makeup to cover the line between the fake boobs and my skin. Naturally all of my clothes were white and Dani’s - pink. The shoes were not exactly suitable for the altar nor the dance floor. These were shiny pumps with three centimetre tall platforms and sixteen centimetre tall stiletto heels; the only part that broke the uniformity of colour were the red soles. The dress was obviously the focal point. As I had mentioned it was strapless and had a really deep cleavage, barely covering the artificial nipples of my pads. Because of the lack of straps it needed to be tighter and more rigid around my chest. There was a cleverly hidden zipper at the back which allowed for the dress to be taken off relatively swiftly; although assistance was necessary. The dress was short and relatively tight around my thighs, but I judged it to be quite comfortable for dancing. The dress had a long veil of sorts at the back; it ran from the waist and almost reached my ankles, but was also see through, so my whole legs remained exposed from all sides.

Dani’s dress was different in cut as well as in colour. It was asymmetrical and had a strap on the left shoulder, while revealing a bit more of the right breast. The theme was reversed at the bottom; the dress reached Dani’s right knee, but had a high slit on the left side. For the same reason my girlfriend’s bra was also strapless. Her dress seemed slightly more suitable for dancing and was also easier to put on and take off.

When we met at Ricky’s apartment we did not jump immediately into the bed. The host greeted us dressed properly for the occasion as well. Instead of his usual flamboyant clothes he was wearing an elegant black suit with a white shirt. The only minor ‘eccentric’ touch was a pink tie. We sat down by a bottle of wine and discussed our expectations for the evening; or to be more specific - Ricky’s expectations, because it was his fantasy we were fulfilling. He did not want to direct the whole event, because that would take away all the spontaneity and most of the excitement. But he wanted to include certain elements and he informed us about it. After a short consideration we agreed to almost everything and promised a surprise. We nearly finished the bottle of wine during our conversation, so it was time to finally start the proper party.

Dani turned on the music; it was quiet, just enough to create the mood and give us a rhythm to dance to. Ricky sat back on a small couch while Dani and I stood up and walked together to the centre of the room. To a certain degree this was a novelty for my girlfriend. During our earlier ‘dates’ with other men she was either just a spectator or interacted only with me. Of course after witnessing so much depravity she was by no means timid, but I could see in her eyes that the novelty of the experience excited her. Naturally she was not shy and the excitement only encouraged her to act.

For the starts Ricky simply wanted to admire us in our dresses. What better way for him to do that than to watch a sexy dance? We used our new skills to entertain the small audience, only this time it was not a solo number, but a duet; a ‘lesbian’ show to be more specific. Our dance was slow, sensual and erotic, but we kept all of our clothes on; the time for stripping would come later. Sometimes we clinged closely to each other and caressed our bodies. Other times we would part slightly and dance semi-separately, so that Ricky could admire both of us from all angles. Usually we focused our gazes on one another, but occasionally one of us would make eye-contact with the man.

Eventually the song ended and the playlist jumped to a faster one. It was not rock’n’roll, but our spectacle changed into something less sensual and more befitting a strip club. We did not strip just yet though, the dresses deserved a much better exposure. A moderately dynamic stripper’s routine was quite good for that purpose. When the second song ended we still had all of our clothes on. We did not continue to dance though, because Ricky gestured for us to come. We approached him in our best stripper walk.