Breaking the Bridesmaids Ch. 04

Her eyes bugged out, and she said "No fucking way", but I pointed to the front of the store and she went.

Halfway I guess she decided to join the fun and lowered her arm from covering her tits.

I stood where I could see their conversation. The guy barely looked up, but when he did, his eyes bugged out as he stared at this gorgeous redhead standing there basically naked in his store.

I could see his responses were stammered and that he was less than helpful.

Anna returned, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Well, when he could talk between the drool, he said no, these are leftovers from this year's stock and all there is."

"Too bad, you girls looked so good in them." I pointed out two sets each to buy, and sent Anna up front to pay for them with a credit card.

Amanda I grabbed and pulled into the dressing room. First I pulled out my camera and took a couple pictures of her in the mirror, first by herself and then me standing behind her with my hands all over her.

I could feel her melt into my touch, so I pulled the bottom strings on the bikini and let it fall to the ground. Reaching around my wife, I snaked my hand into her pussy and started to diddle her clit while kissing her neck and shoulder.

Amanda watched in the mirror, her arms curled back around my neck as I touched her. The warmup at the restaurant plus the show had gotten her motor going, and it was not long before she started moaning.

She was just getting close when Anna knocked on the door.

"Hurry up you two. I am checked out and dressed."

Amanda groaned out a response, frustrated at the break in attention. I refused to stop, and doubled-up by reaching under her bikini top and pinching her nipple.

My wife climaxed now, losing her balance and leaning forward against the mirror. When she was done, I pulled my hand out and she turned around. We shared a long, sensual kiss before I backed out of the room. I grabbed the micro-bikini on my way out and took it with me.

Going to the front, I paid for it as well, since we had definitely defiled it. Amanda would never wear it out of the house, but that was fine. It would provide a tangible memory of the weekend.

When I was done, Amanda and Anna joined me. Amanda looked sheepish, and Anna looked pissed, but gave the clerk a big grin.

Once we were out of the store, Amanda and I burst out laughing. Anna was less enthused.

"I was so embarrassed. I think he knew what you guys were doing, so I had to distract him. Ughh, and he saw me like that."

"C'mon Anna, just think, you were the highlight of his day. In fact, I bet he jerks off to you tonight."

Anna smiled at that. Like I said, she was competitive, so being a guy's fantasy was a plus.

The rest of the morning was less eventful. The girls did some serious shopping, and I paraded them around on my arm while copping discrete feels on each of them whenever possible.

Lunch was at a small brewpub near the beach. No booths this time, we were seated in the middle of the room, and it was more crowded, so we kept it PG. It was only after I paid the check and we were going to leave that things got interesting.

"I have to pee" Anna said.

"You can't hold it until we get back to the hotel?"

She shook her head like a petulant child, so I shrugged and she headed to the bathroom.

Watching her walk away, ass swishing in the dress, knowing there was nothing under there, I decided a little mid-day fun was in order.

I kissed Amanda on the cheek and told her I needed to pee too. I quickly followed Anna to the bathroom.

The bathrooms were single user, so the door was locked when I got there. I knocked, and told Anna to let me in.

A moment passed, and I was just about to unleash another threat when I heard the door click.

Looking around, I quickly opened the door and slipped inside, closing and locking the door behind me.

Anna had resumed her position on the toilet, clearly upset at this intrusion.

"Can't I even pee in peace?" Her voice was strained.

I sat on the sink and watched her. She was seated on the toilet, skirt pulled up, legs spread.

She could not, or would not look at me, and I heard nothing happening.

After a minute of nothing, I chuckled.

"Performance anxiety?"

"I don't like people watching me pee, okay?" I could still hear the strain in her voice. It was the most strained I had heard from her all weekend. Apparently this is what got to her.

"Okay, I will turn around, but I am not leaving." I did as I said and faced the corner, checking my phone. Again I managed to snap a couple pictures as I finally heard the stream of pee start.

When she was finished, I turned around again, just in time to watch her wipe. I grabbed her hand before she could flush, and spun her around so she was backed up to the sink.

My hands slid down, past the high hemline of the sundress, and slipped under it. Sliding back up her hamstrings, my hands stroked her perfect ass, all the while staring her in the eyes.

My hands worked south again and cupped under her ass cheeks. With a grunt I lifted her up and set her on the sink. My wife's redheaded friend was surprised by this, and her hands went to my shoulders.

She left them there as my hands moved down her thighs, around, and then up between them, spreading them and lifting her dress.

She clearly knew what was going to happen, but didn't protest, as I exposed her pussy.

One finger ran up and down her slit, stimulating her genitals, and then the other hand split her lips, opening her up. My finger moved to her clit, starting to rub her bud in circles.

As Anna started to relax, I whispered to her: "Pull your dress down."

She reached for the hem, and I corrected her: "Not there. The top."

She silently complied, more wanting of my touch than anything else. Her hands grabbed the top hem of the sundress and pulled it down, her tits flopping out.

I dove right in, doubling up my finger work with oral stimulation on her breast.

Anna leaned back, placing both hands on the sink behind her to better orient her tits for my pleasure. I moved from one breast to the other, evening out the action.

My mouth sucked all over her breast before paying special attention to the areola, and even more to the nipple. I could hear Anna's breath go ragged and knew she was well on her way.

I was just switching back to the original breast when one of Anna's hands came around and grabbed my belt, clearly trying to undo my pants.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Getting you out to fuck me." She said it matter-of-factly.

So it was a bit of a surprise when I slapped her tit. I didn't hit her that hard, but on a bare, sensitive area, I was sure it had stung.

"I decide who, when, and what I fuck."

I went right back to sucking her tit. Anna was clearly surprised I had hit her, but complied with my wishes, and her hands stayed put while mine rubbed her pussy.

After a couple more minutes I finally pushed a couple fingers into her pussy, adding another stimulant to the redhead's world.

"Yes" she cried out, a little too loud for my liking.

This time it was a bite, delivered to the side of her breast.

"Be quiet" I said, and went back to sucking her nipple.

Anna's concentration was broken by my second assault, but she quickly spooled back up. This time she bit her lip, and it was only when she was very close to cumming that audible moans came out again.

She was doing her best to be quiet, so instead of correcting her I sucked harder on her nipples and drove another finger into her.

That was enough, and the pale redhead unleashed her orgasm on me. Her body shuddered, and her legs clamped down on my hands, trapping one inside of her.

As she shuddered, she lost her grip on the sink and grabbed on to me instead, pulling my head to her chest for balance.

I chuckled as this was the closest I had ever gotten to a hug from Anna, and let her ride out her waves of pleasure.

When she finally relaxed and let me go, I pulled away from her grip. She stayed on the sink, catching her breath.

"Now you can flush" I whispered, and she did.

It took her a minute to re-situate her tits in the dress and smooth the skirt, so I took the time to wash my hands.

We exited the washroom together, as I had no reason to hide what we had done. Unfortunately for Anna, there was a middle-aged woman outside when we came out, and the dirty scowl she gave the redhead was worthy of Anna herself.

I took Anna's hand in mine and strolled through the restaurant, showing off the knockout I had just taken care of in the bathroom. I couldn't see Anna's face behind me, but I am sure she wasn't happy.

Amanda wasn't visible at the front of the restaurant. As I was just pulling out my phone to call her, our waiter walked by.

"Have you seen my wife?" I asked.

He looked at me, and then his gaze went down to my hand, and up to Anna's face.

"Umm.." Clearly he was confused by my question.

"Oh sorry, this is my girlfriend. My wife is the brunette."

His jaw dropped a little at that, but he pointed out the side door, where I could see Amanda now, looking out over the ocean.

I pulled Anna that way, her willingness to play nice dropping with every step.

When we got outside, Amanda turned and looked at us, holding hands. I could see she wasn't happy.

Other than my wakeup for Anna this morning, this was the first time I had any solo action with either girl. Apparently that was crossing the line to my wife.

Anna must have seen it too, because she decided to drive the wedge in deeper.

"Yeah, he just asked the waiter where his wife was while holding my hand, and then called me his girlfriend. He bit me too." Her hand went to her breast, touching the damaged area.

I knew Amanda was still processing, so I decided to deal with her friend first.

"Would you rather I introduced you as my wife's girlfriend, the one who forced her to cheat on me, and who I was 'renting' for the weekend as revenge? Maybe I could have loaned you to him."

Anna heard the anger in my tone and backed off. Clearly she was coming around to seeing things my way.

I turned to Amanda and saw she was less than angry. I decided to lighten the mood.

"And I bit her because she was too loud. That's why I married you, honey. You know how to keep quiet when I finger you in a dressing room."

Amanda giggled at that, and said "Just fingered?"

"Yup. Anna tell her what happened when you went for my pants."

"He slapped me across the breast."

I shrugged to my wife, who giggled more.

"Okay ladies, I think it is time to hit the beach. Anna, you are good for what, ten minutes, before you burn?"

The redhead put her 'bitchy' face back on.

"I brought sunscreen."

"Oh good. So maybe fifteen then. Let's go back to the hotel and change."

Situation defused, we headed back to our hotel. It was barely past lunch and each of us had already cum once. It was going to be a long afternoon and night.

A half-hour after our little tiff at the restaurant we departed our hotel room again. The girls were dressed in the string bikinis I had made them 'trade' that morning, pink for Amanda and blue/white stripes for Anna. I let them wear the sundresses over them, as the girls pointed out we could go more places without them looking out of place.

When we got down to the beach, we found it was too windy to do much, and the water was too cold to swim, so we moved back to the hotel's outdoor pool.

Despite being the peak of a gorgeous, sunny day, the pool was empty when we got there. I wondered if the appearance of two bikini-clad twenty-somethings would change that.

After setting out our towels, we went about putting on sunscreen.

I let the girls do each other so I could sit and watch.

My wife Amanda was already fairly tan, so she didn't need much. I could see the stuff she was putting on Anna was much more serious. When they were done, I told Anna she could put it on me now.

She didn't look happy about it, but applied it pretty well. I had to remind her a couple times as she missed spots. I think that was in the hope I burned.

We sat for a while to let the sunscreen adhere, and then went for quick swim. After that was a nice lay in the sun.

The arrangement this weekend had been that I always put myself in the middle of the two girls, but this time I let Amanda sit next to her friend, and the girls chatted as I relaxed. It was the most 'normal' we had been all weekend, and the girls finally got their 'girl talk' that had been on hold since I had appeared at the dinner table the night before.

After about an hour I was getting too hot so I decided to take another swim. After doing a couple laps I decided to have a little more fun.

I called the girls to get in, and they shook me off. Not taking no, I climbed out of the pool and ambled over.

I stood between their chairs. The girls were both lying on their backs, heads turned towards each other. As I approached, their conversation trailed off and they both looked at me.

"Aren't you coming in?" I asked playfully. Amanda smiled, looked over at Anna, who shook her head no, and then back at me.

"Sorry honey."

Well, that was unacceptable. I kept smiling as I stepped over to my wife. I easily picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I then turned and headed back to the pool.

"Don't you dare.." She said, just in time to be launched off my shoulder and into the pool. She did manage to get out the start of a scream in the air.

I turned back to the chairs, and approached Anna. The redhead watched my approach like a cornered cat, pulling her legs up, obviously looking for a way out.

She feinted a dash off the chair and I lunged, catching her ankle. As I moved to pick her up as well, she threw her hands up.

"Okay, I will go willingly. Don't fucking throw me in the damn pool."

I backed off, and she stood up and headed towards the pool.

As she approached the edge, where Amanda sat watching, arms draped over the side, Anna suddenly darted away.

Unfortunately for her, I had stayed close, so she only had step on me, a step I quickly made up and caught her around the waist.

Picking her up, I started to carry her back towards the pool. Anna did not give up so easily, and kicked at me with her heels and dug her nails into my arms.

All that earned her was a less-than-graceful dump into the pool. She came up spitting, sputtering, and cussing. There was the Anna I knew.

I executed a perfect pencil dive into the pool and came up next to my wife.

"That wasn't nice, you know" she said, but kissed me anyway. We both laughed as Anna swam over, clearly bent on revenge.

I dove away, and let her chase me around the pool a couple times.

While the girls had the dancing background that gave them grace, dexterity, and balance on land, I had grown up on a lake, swam competitively, and even life-guarded, so in the water, I had the advantage.

The chase ended when I led Anna into the middle of the deep end, and then swam under her. I came up behind her and deftly untied a string of her bikini bottom without surfacing.

I could hear her shriek from underwater, so I quickly departed the area and surfaced near my wife, who was laughing so hard she had a hard time with her balance on the wall.

"He untied my bikini" Anna blurted out as she swam to the wall, one hand underwater holding her coverage together.

I shrugged, and whispered to the poor pale girl now struggling with her tie:

"You might not want to yell so loud. Might attract attention."

Anna's head shot up at that, and she quickly scanned the area to see if anyone had witnessed her undoing.

No one else had appeared, so she went back to tying herself up. When she was done, she moved to climb out.

"Aww, is our game over?" I said, goading her.

"What game?"

"I thought we were playing tag. Aren't you it now?"

Anna dove at me again, and I let her catch me this time. Her hand went to my trunks to try and shorts me, but I was a veteran, and was not undone so easily.

I let her struggle for a minute with my tie before I said "This is the worst handjob ever."

Anna was in full fury now, and the push she gave me was surprisingly strong. I flew off the wall and under water, swallowing a mouthful.

That gave both girls a laugh, and by the time I swam back over Anna's mood had improved.

It improved even more when she used my approach as a diversion to reach over and pull the string on my wife's bikini top.

Amanda quickly ducked down so her exposed breasts were underwater and tied herself back up, but now it was on.

The game quickly devolved into a game of 'tag' where the object was to grope the other participants or pull a string loose.

Halfway through, Anna gave up on her bikini bottoms and let them drift away. that made it harder to grab her, but also made it when you caught her you could probe her.

The game ended with the three of us huddled in the shallow end. I was in a seated position, a girl on each knee. Amanda was fingering Anna's uncovered pussy, I had my hand in my wife's bikini doing the same, and Anna was rubbing my cock through my trunks.

I wasn't sure how much farther it would have gone when we all heard the door to the hotel slam. It was only about 20 feet from there to the gate to the pool area, so we quickly broke apart.

Anna panicked as she was bottomless and her bikini bottom was at the far end of the pool. I placed my hand on her shoulder reassuringly and dove underwater.

I wanted to be subtle in the retrieval, and swimming the length of the pool and back was no trouble. I just had to be careful not to splash too much when I plucked the bottom from the surface.

The operation was successful, and Anna was able to subtly tie her bottom back on while the newcomers, who turned out to be an older couple, placed their towels on their chairs.

When Anna was done we swam together to the ladder closest to our chairs.

Amanda had already climbed out and was nice enough to be standing at the top with our towels.

Anna went first, which meant I was treated to a lovely shot of her ass as it broke the surface. Unfortunately, in her panic to re-tie her bikini bottom, she had put it on backwards, which meant that as soon as she left the water the flimsy garment simply slid off.

It was too late to put it back on, so Anna quickly slipped into the towel Amanda was holding out. I stuffed the bottom into the pocket of my trunks and followed.

When I was comfortably in my towel, I turned to see if the older couple had seen our third wheel's wardrobe malfunction. If either had, there was no indication.

Anna was now bottomless, so we couldn't stay at the pool. Amanda and I gathered our things as Anna kept two hands tight on her towel, and the three of us paraded inside.

We had to pass the older couple on the way, and as I trailed behind the girls I saw the man watched them both go and then turned back to me with a big grin on his face. He gave me a nod as if to say 'good work' and then went back to staring at my companions.

I returned his nod and then continued, wondering if his wife was in for a good rogering tonight because of us. I knew I was going to be in for some good fucking myself, plus whatever else it took.