Look to Jess for her reaction

Jess catches your eye and you give her the look hoping to indicate that she should take the lead. Jess calmly looks up at Anna and ever so slightly leans over gently. Jess's dress falls away, and you glance at Anna, who casually looks down your fiancée's dress again. Jess notices, but gives her order as coolly as she can. As she's ordering though, the fingers of her right hand catch the top of the neckline and she pulls it down. You've no doubt that Anna's able to see Jess's perky nipple topping her firm tit. As you look to Anna, the waitress is writing down the order, but constantly looking at Jess's breasts. When she turns to you, you order a salad, looking forward to a hefty dinner. Anna's eyes still remain almost glued to Jess's tits as you rattle off your lunch, which affords you the opportunity to catch a few glances of Anna's larger breasts jiggling slightly as she writes, shifting from one foot to the other.

As she finishes taking your order, she thanks Jessica, now staring down her dress. Jess's face begins to flush, but it isn't the sudden redness of embarrassment. She's enjoying Anna's attention, you realize. The busty waitress glances down at you with a perfect smile before asking if there is anything else. Jess smiles and toys again with the neck of her dress, pulling it down to expose a significant portion of the top of her left breast. Anna's eyes are drawn once more, hungrily before she grins widely and departs.

"I think she likes me," Jess says. You're slightly surprised at how forward Jess is, but the arousal factor quickly takes over from the surprise.

"Of course she does, you tease," you say jokingly. Jess grins, releasing her dress so she can give her tits a shake. You feel your jaw clench slightly as you watch her tops and insides of her breasts made slightly more visible as the neckline dances around her. When Anna comes back, she has your drinks, and she glances down again. Jess catches her, reaching out to pat her wrist. "Take as long a look as you like," Jess tells her softly. "I enjoy it." Your eyes widen as Jess invites even more attention. Anna's eyes widen as well, though the waitress's gaze doesn't move from your fiancée's pert breasts.

"Sorry," Anna mutters as she shakes her head. She quickly pulls away as politely as she can. You look to Jess with a curious stare.

"What? She asks, rolling her eyes. "You're the one who got me so fucking horny," she reminds you. "And it's not like you wouldn't enjoy a show," she adds. She leans in and whispers as softly as she can. "I can't tell what you'd enjoy more. Her sucking my tits, or me sucking hers." The idea courses through your mind like a shock, and you lean back, suddenly uncomfortable. "She's definitely bigger than Sarah," Jess points out. "And she seems pretty eager." It suddenly dawns on you what direction Jess is heading.

"Why are you selling me on this?" Jess bites her lip.

"Because I remember that you seemed kinda into a threesome with Sarah until you got nerves, then she got nerves, and you even talked about it together and figured it was because you knew each other to well. I still maintain that if Sarah offered you a blowjob, you'd let her," she says winking. "Anna might be easier because you don't know her. And she doesn't know us. And to be totally frank, I don't know how much action you'd get," she chuckles. You nod, and you suddenly find yourself more amenable to the idea.

"It's your call. If you're for it, I'll go along. If you'd rather not, I definitely won't hold it against you." Jess leans forward, and you take in the cleavage the move bares for you.

"Just tell me if you want to watch me make out with her. Maybe more?" You can't keep the grin off your face as you hear the hope appear in Jess's voice.

"You really want this, don't you?" you ask. Jess nods, the flush of embarrassment deepening the look of arousal on her face. It really pops against the blue, but you refrain from telling her that.